#Smart snack choices for busy families

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Snack Attack Solutions: 7 Healthy and Convenient Snack Ideas for Busy Parents

As a busy parent, finding the time to prepare healthy snacks can be a challenge. However, nourishing your body with the right foods is essential for maintaining energy levels and overall well-being. In this guide, we’ll explore seven healthy and convenient snack ideas that are perfect for busy parents on the go. These snacks are not only quick to prepare but also nutritious, ensuring you have the…

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a change in you | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

A strong friendship had developed between you and Wanda after she moved to the compound, but ever since you'd gotten a girlfriend, she grew distant and abrasive without explanation.

Word count: 5228

Tags: smut, angst, jealousy, fluff, fingering, this was written in september and i needed to get it out of drafts, so there will be stylistic differences, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

gif credit to creator.

“What do you like about sitcoms?” you asked Wanda, looking over to her as you lifted a handful of popcorn to your mouth. She was leaning against you, your head resting atop hers as her eyes were focused on the black-and-white scene in front of her. Your cheek was pressed against the top of Wanda’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. 

Wanda shrugged, reaching up to take a few pieces of popcorn from your hand instead of the large bowl laying in her lap. “I’ve always liked them,” she answered. You loved hearing about Wanda’s childhood, the life she held so dearly to her heart. 

Beyond the Strucker experiments, beyond HYDRA and Ultron, beyond being an Avenger, Wanda Maximoff had an innate devotion to love and be loved in return. Everyone she had ever loved and lost were held deep within her. Wanda was driven by those lucky enough to be loved by her, driven to appease, to create a universe within your busy lives for the two of you. The reason she fought, dreamt, and lived was for the profound depths that laid beyond the guises of being a fighter, formed with the intention of filling it with a life surrounded by family.

Watching sitcoms became a tradition for the two of you at the end of the week, cuddled up under mounds of thick blankets and snacks that you introduced Wanda to. Tonight, it was something simple- Maltesers and popcorn.

“As a child, my family would drop everything to watch sitcoms together. My father worked all day. My mother homeschooled Pietro and I,” Wanda recalled. “We were poor. My parents tried their best to make a life for us. When we sat together in front of the television at the end of the day, it was one of the only times I felt like we were a normal family. Like a better future was plausible.”

She lifted her head from your shoulder and looked up at you. With a smile that never ceased to make your heart swell, she said, “And now, it’s a tradition for us.”

That was a month ago, and the last time you and Wanda spent time together.

Wanda left the communal kitchen and lounge area whenever you entered the room. She never answered when you knocked on her bedroom door. During meetings and conferences, she would choose not to sit by you, and if she had no choice but to take the seat beside you, she wouldn’t utter a word to you nor even meet your eyes. Sometimes she’d even choose to stand for the meetings entirety.

You’d gotten Natasha to speak with Wanda for you, and that seemed innocent enough until she brought you up.

Maybe someone detached from the Avenger life would be more effective in getting information from Wanda. You asked Marie to speak to her for you.

Marie was your girlfriend who you’d only just started seeing. She was funny and big-hearted, and insanely smart. You had met her on a mission while she was interning for the Avengers’ lead nursing team. Despite everything, Wanda hated her, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

You’d heard from some of the others that she’d been talking badly about her ever since the day you got Marie to approach Wanda while she was making lunch for herself. The things you’d heard that Wanda said about her was entirely uncharacteristic of her. She was never like this before.

She’d done a complete one-eighty — one day she had been cuddling up to you on a Friday night like you’d always done with her, then avoiding you all at once and telling your mutual friends that Marie was a gold-digging whore who only wanted you for your title as an Avenger.

Wanda’s validation of your relationship was evidently important to you, yet you didn’t question why it was for a moment through the weeks you craved her approval of Marie. What lay in deep slumber like a sleeping dragon within you beyond layers of confusion and frustration was something you would’ve classified as heartbreak if you had paid any mind to it. You found it was easier on you to be shrouded in infuriated shadows rather than to feel the pain of having Wanda turn on you the way she had, like the flick of a switch as if you had meant nothing to her.

Months of movie nights and conversations and hours spent comforting her and making her laugh- was it no more than a fleeting memory? Had Wanda always intended it to be this way? 

Sightings of the Sokovian became scarce. She had taken up a significant amount of missions despite Steve’s advising against it as she volunteered to be dispatched for the smallest of expeditions. Even the Avengers had their working hours, and ever since she’d met Marie, Wanda had been working overtime. When she wasn’t on missions, she was out.

Always out.

Even while Wanda hadn’t been seen by you in days, Marie refused to come around the compound anymore. She was a particularly conflict-avoidant woman, and once she got word of what Wanda had been saying about her, Marie told you that she refused to intrude into Wanda’s territory any longer. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship with her.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen Marie since Wanda’s criticisms of your girlfriend reached you, because you had. You often met with her outside the compound in the city, or her apartment in Queens. But it wasn’t enough to patch whatever rifts had formed between the two of you. Perhaps it was also the tension Wanda had put on your relationship; the strange wire you were walking on while both evading confronting Wanda and wanting to defend your girlfriend.

Wanda was your best friend, and she still was, wasn’t she? If there was a chance to talk about what she had said about Marie as friends rather than people deluded by misinterpretation and blind anger, then you would take it. You just had to wait for the chance to come.

But as time went on, waiting for Wanda to apologise and anticipating to see her in the hallways one day, your relationship with Marie only continued to slowly fracture, from her cancelling plans to ignoring your calls entirely. Not only was time for Wanda running out, but you had quickly grown tired of waiting for her as it became clear that she wasn’t going to approach you or take her words back.

You weren’t sure why Wanda had stopped talking to you, why she had suddenly belittled your partner, or why she had completely flipped a switch on you, but you had no more patience in waiting for answers. You needed one, at least. If Wanda could tell you why she had given up on her friendship with you, things would be easier. If she refused to befriend you, even without rationalisation, you would build up from there. An answer — that was all you needed.

There were no missions today, no excursions, no errands that needed to be done that Wanda could take up as an excuse for avoiding you. When you asked her room neighbour, Vision told you she had left early in that morning and was yet to return. You had even asked him if he knew what was wrong with her, and he simply told you that she was concerned for you. Within his ever wise and omniscient advice, he told you that you should’ve considered how distressed she was, how heavy conflict could be for particularly-affected individuals.

Bullshit.

Wanda wasn’t ‘distressed.’ She was being a bitch, and you had enough of waiting for her to take responsibility for what she's done and be a good person, to apologise for what she said. Because she wouldn’t on her own.

You pushed open the doors of the compound’s training room. Clashing metal echoed through the illustrious room, filled with ever-updating technology and machines set up solely for training and practice. The newest addition to the gymnasium was the holopad. It was a four-dimensional holographic platform for hand-to-hand combat training. 

You rounded the training room’s equipment to see the holopad being used, a figure of flashing red and ivory white reducing Ultron bots to holographic pixels. His familiar robotic voice spoke gibberish as they approached Wanda from all angles. 

She was quicker than she had been during the battle in Sokovia. Her senses were peaked, her fingers flexing and her arms outstretched to take the approaching holograms by their heads, detaching them from their necks. Pixelated metal torsos were ripped from their bodies, robotic cries of defeat echoed against the otherwise empty room as their bodies dissipated and formed new training targets. 

One of the program’s more impressive feats was that the user could program for the machine to conjure any adversary. Sometimes, for Tony, it was Steve. For Wanda, Ultron. But today, you expected for the pixelated opponents to be of Marie’s face. 

You approached the holopad, standing at the base of its staircase before calling Wanda’s name out. 

The sudden noise made her flinch, breaking her focus and allowing the Ultron bots to reach her. Their holographic arms permeated her body, causing a myriad of colours to reflect against her before the holopad flashed red and reset to its blank state.

She looked down at you, panting as she steadied her breath. Wanda pushed her hair back and looked down to her hands to take her gloves off, sensory coverings that helped the pad tell where her hands were and the magic she was using as she fought. Wanda stepped down from the platform, velcro sounding loudly as she slipped the black gloves off and laid them on the control tablet’s stand. 

“What do you want?” she asked in vexation, placing her hands on her hips and staring straight at you. She was wearing black leggings and a grey tank, strands of dark hair slick against her forehead. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?“ you snapped, taking a step towards her, demanding an answer even through the way you approached her.

Wanda feigned ignorance, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She turned to pick her water bottle up from the floor, but you took hold of her wrist, forcing her to straighten and face you again. 

“You called my girlfriend a gold-digging whore,” you reminded her with a scowl. Wanda forced her wrist out of your hold at the mention of Marie. 

“And?” she retorted, her head tipping to the side, daring you to argue with her. 

You scoffed, and Wanda bristled, almost disappointed you weren’t more angry. “And?” you repeated incredulously. Wanda’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “We didn’t do anything to you.”

Stiff lines formed on either side of Wanda’s jaw as she clenched her teeth, her eyes widening in apparent fury. She shouted as if the basic foundations of a relationship were unheard of by her, “We? Is that what you and Marie are now? You care about what she thinks?”

You shrugged with your palms upturned, your expression frozen in disbelief. “I don’t know, Wanda. Did you think things would be the same after we started dating?”

The muscles in Wanda’s neck flexed, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled heavily, her body trembling with restrained anger. She turned suddenly, picking up her waterbottle and speeding past you in a furious delirium.

You followed after her, picking up speed as Wanda did as she tried to flee from your vicinity. “We’re not doing this again! We’re not just going to stop talking for weeks, just for me to have to chase after you like this!” you called from behind her.

“Chasing after me? You’re such a mess,” Wanda scoffed as she pushed the gym’s doors open, not bothering to hold it open for you. It nearly crashed into your face and you stuck your hands out to catch it, pushing it forward and slamming it against the adjacent wall as you glowered at Wanda from behind. You followed Wanda into the hallway leading into the changing rooms and showers.

Your hand made contact with her shoulder and you pulled her back, spinning her around and causing her to stumble until she steadied herself to face you. The tears forming in your eyes made Wanda’s angry veil crack momentarily. “Why are you acting like this?” you asked her, your voice breaking. Having been masked with Marie’s company and utter confusion for the last month, the sorrow of losing Wanda from your life took seeing her in person to set in.

Wanda’s eyes flickered between both of yours. Her expression softened but her resolve did not. “I don’t understand why you care about me so much, Y/N. You have… Marie,” she whispered out, trying to meet your eyes through your glassy tears. The very act of saying your girlfriend’s name was an obvious struggle for her.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your wrists and laughed humorlessly. “Wanda…” you mumbled out. Your hands dropped to your sides and you met her eyes, the most sincere the two of you have been in weeks. “It doesn’t matter who else I have in my life. It never would’ve mattered. You’re you. Marie is Marie.”

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. “What are you trying to say?” she asked you cluelessly.

“I mean that I missed you, and all you were doing was avoiding me no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Do you regret getting close to me?”

Wanda inhaled shakily, her shoulders raising. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug and closing her eyes. “I missed you too,” she said into your hair, squeezing you tighter. “Y/N, you don’t understand.”

Anger scorched up your throat and you pushed Wanda away, causing her to stumble backwards. “What don’t I understand, Wanda? You can’t just keep doing this to me.”

“No, Y/N, I—“

“I don’t want to hear anymore bullshit.”

“It’s not! Stop interrupting me and listen.”

You pushed past her anyways, your eyes brimming with tears as your vision became clouded. To have Wanda see you like this, someone who was perfectly fine with pretending you didn’t exist for a month, was certain death.

Four words suddenly blurted out from behind you, attaching chains to your ankles and stopping you where you stood. 

“Y/N, I love you.”

Your chin met your shoulder as you looked back at Wanda. Her shoulders were raised, her posture tense as her fists clenched. 

“I love you,” she repeated, and you saw her shoulder raise when she inhaled sharply.

You turned around completely, your body facing hers. “I heard you,” you answered. Wanda might’ve fled the room in tears had it not been for the confused furrow of your eyebrows and the trembling of your bottom lip. 

“I wished—” Wanda’s mouth shut and she swallowed before correcting herself, “I wish you had never met Marie. I wish you had never started dating her.” The confession spilled from beyond her lips as if it was hastily scripted, her words’ intentions clear but her execution painfully poor.

“You really don’t like her…?” you questioned meekly.

An exasperated sigh escaped from Wanda, her entire body deflating as you continued to misunderstand her. “I don’t like her,” she said. “She’s not good enough for you. Not funny or that smart.”

Your hand raised to your forehead and you massage your temple with your thumb. Your arm fell to your side and you looked straight ahead at Wanda with helpless eyes.

She was taking steps towards you without warning after dropping her waterbottle to the floor, not giving you a moment to even stumble backwards before one of Wanda’s hands wrapped around the back of your neck, her other coming up to cup your cheek. She pulled you against her, crushing your lips against hers bruisingly. You watched her eyes screw together tightly before your own eyes fluttered shut.

Your hands found her hips and you pulled her against you.

Desperate groans and greedy moans were exchanged into your mouths between warm pants. Without conscious volition, your hands began to roam Wanda’s body, taking your best friend in ways you had never before as your hands ran up her back, gripping her sides with possession that made Wanda melt.

You disconnected from Wanda’s swollen lips and leaned down to bury your face into the crook of her neck, her soft hair shrouding your face as you peppered wet kisses up the side of her neck. You could feel the vibrations of her moans against your lips.

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered your name out. Your tongue ran flush up Wanda’s neck, making her shiver and stumble in your hold before your lips reached her jaw and you sucked at her skin. You found yourself walking forward, leaving Wanda to stagger backwards in attempts to catch up with you and avoid tripping. She was led backwards until her back was pressed against something firm, and she was trapped firmly between you and the wall.

You raised your head and looked at Wanda, a small smile pulling at your lips at the sight of her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks. “I love you too, Wanda,” you finally told her, your forehead pressed against hers as she looked at you.

Wanda was an enigma. Truly. Her eyes began to well in warm tears and her head hung as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I missed you so much. It was so painful to… But I didn’t know what else to do.” Your hands raised from her waist and you wrapped your arms around Wanda’s trembling shoulders, hushing her softly as she continued to cry. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with her, to know that I could never be what she is to you.”

Pulling away from her enough to cup her cheek and tilt her head up, you kissed Wanda’s tear-stained cheeks. “You are everything to me. With someone else or not, I love you, Wanda. I always will,” you said, your thumb stroking her cheekbone gently. “I shouldn’t have let you feel that way.”

“Don’t,” she argued. Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck and closed her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around your waist and you wondered if she’d ever let go. You imagined that having Wanda hanging onto your waist until the end of time wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “I don’t want to think about that anymore,” Wanda muttered. She whispered, “Just be with me.”

“Always,” you replied. Your hand cradled the back of Wanda’s head, your other arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight hug. 

After a few silent moments of being embraced by one another, Wanda pulled away from you, slipping out from between you and the wall with a small sniffle. Her arm that was wrapped around your waist fell to her side before she took your hand in hers. With a smile that made your heart swell, as it had hundreds of times before like it would in your future, Wanda led you forward. She pushed open the door to the shower room and the two of you walked in, passing Wanda’s locker and handfuls of others while you followed behind her and watched the swaying of her long dark hair.

Once arriving at one of the showers, Wanda pushed the shower curtain open and turned the shower’s hot water on. While steam began clouding around the two of you, Wanda let go of your hand and undressed. Eye contact was only broken with you when she pulled her shirt over her head. Her ivory skin glistened with a thin layer of shower steam and she stepped towards you when she was simply in her bra and underwear.

Your hands rounded her body as you undid her bra while Wanda tugged at your pants’ waistband before it fell to the ground. Her bra slipped from her shoulders and it dropped on top of your pants. You wrapped an arm around her hips and leaned down to press a kiss to the valley of her breasts. Wanda looked down at you with a soft smile while she played with your hair. 

Slow fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and you pulled them down. Wanda stepped out of the garment once it fell to the shower room’s floor. 

Wanda undressed you next, her hands running up the soft plains of your body. Green eyes flickered over every inch of your bareness in attempts to saturate you into her memory forever. Her palms ran up your chest and she placed her hands on your shoulders. Wanda pulled the shower curtain back again and she led you in. 

Your fingers traced the stretch marks on Wanda’s hips as she walked backwards into the shower. The two of you were soon shrouded in its steam. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda,” you whispered, soaking in her bare body as a flower to the sun at the break of dawn. Her cheeks flushed pink and you kissed her when she tried to look away.

Neither of you bothered to close the shower curtain and you pushed Wanda into the shower wall carefully. Your hand found its way between her thighs and she let out a shaky breath against your lips. Both of your bodies became wet with hot water, but it was you who was responsible for the sticky slick that coated Wanda’s inner thighs. 

Your fingers delved into Wanda’s folds while your thumb drew lazy shapes against her clit. Wanda’s head was lolled back against the wall, moaning out in pleasure. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you ever closer as if frightened that you might leave without warning. Your other hand groped Wanda’s breast, your palm running smoothly against her hardened nipple. 

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded, her eyes opening to meet yours, her emerald gaze seeping with desperation. Her hips jerked down against your fingers. Pride swelled in your chest as you watched her writhe for you, a sight reserved only for you. “I want to feel you,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to be yours.”

Moving forward to kiss Wanda’s cheek, you laid your forehead against hers as your slick fingers centred against her opening. You felt her thighs trembling against your own and pushed her further against the shower wall, holding her up. Smooth fingers delved past her opening and Wanda clenched her jaw, a restrained groan leaving her. With a fluttering heart, you watched as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth falling open to moan her hot breath against your chin.

Your lips captured hers, though it was short-lived as your fingers pushed through her velvety walls and Wanda panted out hasty exhales. Once before, you had discussed sex with Wanda. She wasn’t a virgin, although her first time consisted of a myriad of lazy kisses and disinterested fucking. From what you knew, Wanda hadn’t been seeing anyone, and although you had recently spent a month without speaking, the way she clenched around your digits and exhaled trembling breaths implied she hadn’t been touched like this in quite a while.

At the realisation, you ducked your head down and pressed openmouthed kisses to her neck, her wet hair sticking to every plain of skin it could find. Wanda's head was thrown back, her body arching into yours as her hips lowered in jerky motions. She craved more yet knew so little in what the tightening in her lower stomach meant with you. But you were receptive.

Fingers quickened and the Sokovian’s moans turned into what could only be described as squeals. She tried pulling back, pressing her ass against the wall at the sudden unfamiliar intrusion into her pussy, but your wrist surged forward, refusing to part from Wanda’s cunt. The heel of your hand met her clit and you flattened it against her sensitive nub.

Wanda whimpered in response, her entire body melting in your hold despite the juxtaposing quivering of her walls.

Leaving cold trails of saliva in your wake, your kisses reached the valley of her breasts and you let go of one to cup her cheek. At the feeling of your warm hand caressing her, Wanda’s eyes fluttered open. Her head tipped down and she met your eyes, audacious and unequivocal as you looked up at her from between her breasts.

With your hand still on her cheek, you made her look down at you when your lips wrapped around a rosy erect nipple. Shaky lips formed into a smile as Wanda watched the way you loved her. 

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered meekly, “that feels so good.” Amongst the pleasurable writhing deep within her lower stomach as your fingers continued to fuck her pussy was the intertwining of something warm that only grew the longer she watched you suckle at her breast gently. “You make me feel…”

Your lips found her other nipple and Wanda struggled to maintain eye contact with you. You allowed her to loll her head back against the shower wall in mindless pleasure.

“... So good,” Wanda uttered, her words mumbled out from her mouth weakly. The shower fogged up with hot steam as hot water continued to stream down on the two of you, which was a partial reason as to why the rising and falling of Wanda’s chest was perpetually quickening. You hummed in response, the soft exhaling from your nose teasing at her nipple.

The sound of your thrusting fingers found an accelerating tempo while Wanda’s cunt squelched with the repetitive penetration of her tight hole. The soft hiss of the running hot shower behind you turned into a muddled hum as your senses were filled with nothing but Wanda’s moans, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around your fingers, the feeling of her soft creamy skin running under your hands.

A teasing tug of Wanda’s nipple from between your teeth made her yelp, and despite the reaction, she pulled you closer. You raised yourself up to her face again and began rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit side to side.

“You gonna come soon, Wands?” you asked her, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Through her weak haze, Wanda grinned in return at the use of the nickname. It’d been so long since she’d heard it last. She pulled herself against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “Gonna come,” she confirmed, hugging her arms around your neck tightly. “I love being with you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Your arm raised to wrap around her waist, your hand pressing flush against her back and pulling her closer. You kissed Wanda’s temple and felt her smile against your neck. “I love you too, Wanda. So much,” you uttered against her wet skin. “Come for me, my angel.”

Despite the curling of your fingers deep within her pussy, it was your use of the pet name that brought Wanda to her high. She buried her face further into your neck when she came, but you raised your head, pulling back slightly to watch her screwed-shut eyes and parted lips. Her knees buckled and she fell forward against you, but you held her up. The raspy cries that left her from beyond her soft lips were comparable to siren’s calls, tempting and every moment alluring.

You had never seen her this way before, and no one else but you ever would. Wanda was every inch yours as you’d be for her from then on, belonging to her, your best friend and the only woman you’d ever love.

Wanda’s arms were limp around your neck as her orgasm washed over her in its final moments. Her arms slipped from your shoulders and dropped to your hips instead, holding you albeit weakly. Her thighs trembled as she held herself up, her hips buckling against yours. She panted against your neck, her warm breath travelling down your chest and hardening your nipples.

With a proud smile, you slipped your fingers out of Wanda’s cunt and she whimpered, hips jerking down at the empty feeling. After running the tips of your fingers through her folds, you slipped your hand out from between Wanda’s thighs. Hooded green eyes looked up at you as you slid your coated fingers past your lips, cheeks hollowing in as you savoured her tangy sweet flavour. Wanda flushed at the sight and you took your fingers out of your mouth to lean down and kiss her.

No resistance was present when you pushed your tongue past Wanda’s lips, spreading the flavour of her pussy through her mouth. When you parted from her lips to press a kiss to her forehead, Wanda mumbled out, “I love you.” The words gave her an instant high, having been burying it deep within her ever since she’d known you, the closest she’d ever gotten to bringing it to the surface being in platonic humorous confessions of love between friends. But now it was different. Wanda could love you without hesitation.

Your hand came to the back of her head, stroking her hair as you whispered sweet promises against her warm skin.

If given enough time, Wanda would’ve been able to fall asleep standing up as you held her, hot water encapsulating both your bodies. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Wanda,” you told her and she smiled up at you sleepily. 

For the next little while, you washed Wanda’s hair, scratching at her scalp gently as she leaned back into you. You pulled her backwards to run her shampooed hair under the shower, your fingers raking through her long hair as you washed it through. You pressed kisses to Wanda’s body at every given chance, on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her shoulder blades.

It was true that things were different, and after that day, it always would be. But there was something so special about loving silence that both you and Wanda shared, and irregardless of the changes that would come about, your hearts would continue to swell larger than any spiel of words could at the stillness your shared love brought.

You’d never love each other from a distance again, no word gone unexchanged, no moment of time spent hiding the way every instinct screamed out with a fervent desire to reach out to one another, yearning for the embrace of the other. 

You could embrace Wanda in a way you’d never been able to before, or rather because you hadn’t ever known what your feelings for her meant —the tightening in your chest when she had avoided you, the fluttering of your heart when she took your hand. 

Throughout the years that would pass spent with her, one thing would always remain true; Wanda and you have always loved each other, in the longing stares and the hidden blushes, in the stabilising of your quickening heart when you took Wanda into your chest and listened to her steady breaths.

When you’d rinsed Wanda’s body of soap and her hair of shampoo, she turned to pull you close and looked up at you. “I’ll be yours forever, won’t I, Y/N?” she asked.

Without even a moment’s worth of thinking it over, you answered, “Always.”

[obxone]

Being A Pogue

Edited-ish. ~625 words. Another cute, but short one.

“They are being hard on me for no reason!” Kiara groans, throwing the remote down against your bed. It bounces from the impact, knocking her on the knee. She groans loudly, and you frown at her. “Since when is being a pogue so bad?”

You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”

She sighs, hand pushing through her curly hair. “You’re a pogue. Even if you did not grow up that way.”

“I’m middle-class Kie. I’m neither pogue nor kook.” You take a bite of your fruit bowl that you had been making when she came over upset at her parents, needing a friend to rant to. “Besides, I like being neutral.”

She frowns, nails picking at the chipping nail polish on her fingers. “You are a pogue, and my dad is a pogue. He is being an asshole!”

“Was,” you amend, and she frowns deeper. “He was. He’s full kook now Babe.”

“He should know better than to lump us all as trash.”

“He called us trash?” You ask, arching an eyebrow in annoyance. “You should have led with that.”

She sighs, hands pressing to her face. Her scream of annoyance is muffled by her palms.

“Whoa, everything okay here?”

Both of your heads swivel at the same time to see JJ and Pope grinning in your bedroom doorway.

“No!” Kie snaps, biting the head off a gummy worm. She had pillaged your snack cabinet citing comfort treats after you had suggested she spend the night to cool off. “My parents are freaking out again.”

“That sucks,” Pope offers, moving past JJ and dropping onto the foot of your bed. You roll your eyes at his lame attempt at flirting before your eyes catch on JJ. He grins, dimple showing, as he drags those gorgeous eyes over you. He tips his head back, and you get the memo. Kie and Pope are busy talking as you slip out of the bed and pad out. Your hand grasping his and tugging him along to the kitchen. He follows, his hand tightening around yours until you pull away to lift yourself onto the counter.

“Where are the parents?” He asks, glancing around the mostly dark and quiet house.

“Mom is visiting her sister in Nashville for the week, and Dad is on a boat for another month.”

He nods, hands bracing against the counter on either side of you. You inhale shakily, uncrossing your ankles to let your legs settle on either side of him.

“Did you use the hide a key?”

“Maybe.”

You laugh, arms hooking around his shoulders before your lips brush his. “My smart man.”

“All yours, Baby.” He kisses you, hands snaking their way under your sweatshirt.

“Gross!” Pope whines, and you laugh, ending the kiss. JJ rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Kiara rolls her eyes at you as she stalks past you to the fridge. “Way to be supportive friends by sneaking away to make out during my moment of need,” she huffs. “I want to watch a movie.”

“We barely kissed!” JJ defends himself, but you shake your head at him before turning to look at Kie, aware of how close JJ still is. One hand remains tucked under your sweatshirt. Fingertips teasing and eliciting goosebumps up your back.

“What movie?”

She shrugs, leaning back against the closed fridge. A soda in her hand. “Something funny.”

“Got it!” JJ snaps his fingers and is gone from you within seconds, running into the family room. You laugh and hop off the counter. Kie’s arm snaking around your waist as you walk side by side into the family room. Pope is already hot on JJ’s heels, ready to bicker about their different choices.

“We’ll get through it,” you whisper to her, lips pressing to her cheek. “You have us, and we are family too.”

“Thank you,” she returns, hugging herself against you. “But no more making out during a crisis.”

“Deal!” You laugh before you both plop down onto your sofa.

[wroteclassicaly]

Warnings: Language, smut, NSFW goodness, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, & Steve comes in his pants.

A/N: Well, this wouldn’t leave me alone, the dash was horny for Steve too, and my mind spiraled. *Eddie Munson voice* @pastel-pillows & @dr-aculaaa — this is for you! ;-)

You couldn’t stop the way your legs began to shake, calves tense, thighs jiggling from the jostle you accompanied yourself with, toes of your sneakers dipped into the green carpeting and digging in, only to bounce seconds later. You swear you can hear your heartbeat rushing in your ears, bursting the drums, echoing your sinful sentiments, a choir of nasty little devils whispering encouragement into your ears, their sharp teeth sucking at your lobe. It all started with watching Steve rearrange his trunk this morning before you rode with him to work at the store. He’d pulled out his nail slayed weapon, twirling it like it weighed nothing and he did it for a living. You went doe eyed, becoming dizzy and dumb.

Robin had rolled her eyes, following shortly behind for her own ride. “So glad I’m not straight.” She was forever onto you.

And the duration towards Family Video wasn’t any better. With the ping pong weather of the Midwest, you’d all had your windows down and it kept blowing Steve’s unruly mane, resulting in crunching leather, twisting upon by his clenched fingers as they shifted to raise, his wrist tendons flexing beneath a rolled Henley, his digits pushing back the tendrils that had mounted his forehead. With a slow morning, it gave you three some time to unwrap new snacks to restock the front counter with. Only… that packing tape was always tough and you left the letter opener in the back (you could never find it, really), so Steve came to the rescue. He’d fetched his keys from the employee lockers, bringing them into the front with one announcement: the metal ring swinging along his defined pointer finger. With a freshly manicured nail bed and a calloused padding around the digit’s tip, you were all but salivating.

Praying made everything worse for your state, and you’d resigned to indulging in every waking fantasy as you watched Steve roll his sleeves up until they crested over his forearms and rested around his elbows, giving you VIP access to each and every tendon, vein, freckle, mole, and muscle that the limbs possessed, complete with his signature watch wrapped around his left wrist. Robin had backed away and busied herself further towards the front, not wanting to be smothered by your increasingly unstable pheromones. You thought that maybe asking Steve for help instead of watching him grit his pearly whites or lick his tongue out over that dark stubble beginning to work its way into his flesh, circling his mouth in the most luscious ways, all because the tape was being stubborn against his keys — wasn’t a smart choice. He had refused with a smile, leaning over the cardboard and giving you a direct eyeline down the collar of his shirt, curly chest hair peeking back at you. On your way around the counter after nearly collapsing, Robin had poked her finger into her mouth and mimicked a gag, rolling her eyes at your middle finger return.

And that leads you to your current continued predicament, the slutty saga trotting along. Steve makes a noise of eager mirth and that goofy grin of triumph washes over his features, his fingers tucking into the packaging and flipping the lids, curling.

Curling…

You choke on your own spit, a deep breath coming out choppy. You immediately warm with embarrassment and maneuver your way through the stale air towards the restrooms. You’re barely inside a stall before Steve comes in behind you, halfway in the doorway, hand tightened knuckle-white around the silver handle, little denim jeans strapped to his thick thigh that is raised slightly, his Nike sneaker toe pointed into the floor to hold his place. You watch his arm prop, his brows cinch in confusion.

“Honey? Everything alright?”

If you speak it’ll all vomit out in a pornographic moan, so you can merely shake your head. Steve immediately reacts and joins your proximity, nearly caging your airspace in, his cologne draping around you like a fucking winter coat. Your eyelids flutter closed, your body stepping back, then in. This is ridiculous. It’s not like you two haven’t fooled around before, on nights where the action was slow and the adrenaline ran high.

He always said you could talk to him, ask him for and about — anything. It’s a comical slow motion when his hand raises, veins defined and running alongside his creamy skin that will tan in the coming Spring, it never fails to. He seems to feed off of your look, patience his new virtue. You permit his thumbpad to stroke a shred of hair to tuck it behind your ear, causing your nipples to harden in your bra’s confines.

“Steve…” And his breath hitches, because even underneath the sickly fluorescent lighting he can see your dilated pupils.

“Oh.” His own voice has gone rasp, scattered. But there’s a battering jealousy that gnaws at his abdomen, fanning its green flames into his esophagus. He could choke on the bile that someone else might have caused your pent up responses.

It’s like he knows what you’re going to say before you do, but he encourages, stroking ever so softly along your cheekbone now. “What do you need?”

You mewl and sway into him, chests brushing, lips parched when they peel apart. You can practically taste his cinnamon breath spray on your tongue. “Need to touch myself.” You settle for a more hands off approach, not wanting to push, especially at work and with your shared best-friend thirty feet away.

Steve, however, he surprises you. He purses his plush lips into a plop, sclera glazed over with honey hot arousal. “Yeah? You think I can watch you do it? It’s been so long since you’ve let me see you between your legs, baby.”

It didn’t matter anymore if you were thinking about someone else, because you’re going to be thinking of him now — only, just. He wants to make sure.

You’re almost warning him, but when your jaw drops and your tongue is present, his thumb glides along your skin and presses inside and over the wet muscle. Steve has never seen you react so strongly, your left hand reaching out and fisting into his shirt, bunching it and yanking him into the stall with you, kicking it shut, his back falling upon the cool, doodle littered metal. He hisses, a fuck being spat into the air. You’re trembling into your ragged breathing, vest rippling with the waves of your heaving breasts. You look at him from beneath your lashes, fluttering, sucking with purpose on his thumb.

His cock swells instantly, straining uncomfortably against the zipper of his light blue Levi’s. It hits him then, what you have wanted. Or rather, who. He feels a possessive pull that’s stronger than gravity, polluting every bit of air that enters his lungs. His arm wraps around your lower back and his forearm jostles a chill down your spine.

You make room and claw your vest off, letting the cheap polyester hit the tile floor, helping yourself to his arm around you, bending to having his palm splay along your tailbone, caressing, moving upwards seconds later. Your hand untangles from the now wrinkled fabric of his shirt and moves to your jeans, pushing and twisting, getting them to a place where they drift down your hips and pool around your knees. Your panties are next, so sticky and hot between your thighs that it strings from you to glistening fabric, Steve’s mouth watering.

“Dammit, honey. How long have you been like this for?”

You’re panting, whimpering, his light kneading in your tense muscles, finding him eventually cupping your neck with a heavy and large palm, fingers tickling your jugular. Your pulse is thumping sporadically beneath his touch, he notes with fascination.

“All day.” You reveal. “Because of you and these.” You say full out, tongue lolling out and licking another one of his fingers into your mouth — salty and all Steve.

Those carmel colored brows, they rise into a question. You nod once more. “Please?”

Steve dips in, drops his wrist to nudge the meat of your thighs further apart, and he swipes a finger through the soaked seam of you, collecting what he can, rubbing along the rim of muscle that keeps your beautiful inside from him — pushing it when you begin to shake and plead. Your whispering praises and thank yous, ready to worship at the temple of Steve Harrington. He adds a third finger to your mouth and thrusts, wiggling them along the wetness, marveling at how it pools in the creases where your lips meet your cheeks.

“Like that?” He draws out a gruff groan, tossed about by the electric force and your perfect lips closing around his fingers, sucking him like it’s his dick and the world is about to end.

You give him that look, and that familiar adrenaline finds its way to the surface and screams, taking you and Steve within its clutches. He’s smirking at your mumbling around him, a pathetic but purely diabolical sight. He’s so hard it hurts to move, knees bumping yours, and your body pliant and fucking yourself on his hand, your lips spread apart and scattering your cream across his palm each time you push back down against him, arching to help nudge his fingers into a deeper crook. You grip his wrist bone and tap, tracing those veins, and you finalize by digging your nails into his forearm. He retaliates and holds on the back of your tongue, making you sputter and choke, spit dribbling out and squishing around his knuckles.

“Yeah, gag on it. Fuck, you’re about to cum already, do you feel it?”

And you do come, seconds later, licking and biting at Steve’s fingers, squeezing his arm and practically humping his hand until it subsides. Your head is spinning when you touch back to planet earth, Steve shaking and folding in on you, his sticky fingers falling from your pussy, the softest noise coming out of his throat and barreling past his lips.

“Holy shit…” you look right at his crotch in time to see the denim darken with his load.

He finds your neck and kisses, returning cute and shyly, his own hand leaving your mouth, pruned and sated.

“I can’t believe I just got off in my pants. Christ, honey. You’re fucking ridiculous today.”

Steve-speak. All dopey and cheesy, uncaring that he busted like a horny teenager. But you didn’t care either, so he didn’t feel the need to be ashamed.

Whilst he helps you readjust your clothing, a shrill voice sounds from the other side of the room.

“You better wash your hands,” Robin yells.

You’re sheepish, wincing, but Steve… he winks at you and slides his still—wet fingers into his mouth, making a nice show of cleaning them, looking proud once he finishes, responding with a vocal, “They’re clean, doofus.” And he leans in towards you, an afterthought, your noses brushing, as he whispers lowly, “Just gotta run home and change my pants now.”

[ahhhwomen]

Copycat OG

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Dark!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

A/N: I have never written smut before, I had at least five mental breakdowns trying to get this done. This is not what anyone would think of when they think of Ghostface Wanda, this entire thing is like a fever dream to me. This went so far away from the franchise it's crazy. I am sorry in advance.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

Warnings: Ghostface, 2 Ghostface?, implied murder, knife play, humiliation, degradation, smut, so much smut, Mistress kink, Halloween, dub-con, Dom!Reader, Sub!Wanda, Wanda is a total bottom in this entire thing Minors DNI 18+

Summary: Halloween is around the corner, all you want is a calm night home alone… though it seems the universe can never give you a break. Or; Your phone rings with a mysterious number on the night of Halloween. What’s your favorite scary movie?

Word Count: 6448

You have always taken a liking to Halloween, but even you have to admit this year was turning out to be too much.

Between the excessive amount of Halloween activities and decorations that have taken over your small hometown and the new wanna-be Ghostface, it was starting to get to you.

Since the October month started, bodies have been turning up left and right, all with the same knife lacerations from the iconic Ghostface's choice of weapon. Or, a copy of it, anyway. You don’t have to be a genius to know it's a mere copycat, the real Ghostface only kills on the night of Halloween, not the entire month. Plus, whoever this copycat is, they are sloppy and attention-seeking. The real Ghostface has been killing for over five years at this point, and they have still not been found. This copycat will probably be busted before Halloween even takes place.

Still, you would be lying if you said it didn’t concern you a bit, at least with the real Ghostface you knew when to expect havoc and you could take precautions to keep the ones you love safe. A copycat was not as easy.

You keep caution close to your heart as you continue your way to Wanda's house, you and Wanda have a tradition to watch all of your favorite horrors the night before Halloween since you would both be busy, trick or treating and partying the night of.

Or, she would be busy trick or treating and partying the night of, while you stayed at home worrying about her, with your doors double locked and the porch lights off. Though you like Halloween, you preferred to stay home and comfortable, rather than to fit into a tight outfit and worry if too much or too little of your ass is showing.  

You ring the doorbell on Wanda's ridiculously decorated door and wait while you think over what snacks you should buy for yourself before all the partying starts tomorrow.

It's Mrs. Maximoff that opens. “Hey Sweetie, Wanda is just in her room, go right ahead.”

She lets you in with a warm and welcoming smile and a pat on your shoulder. You thank her and climb up the stairs of their expensive house. You like Mrs. Maximoff, ever since you were little you have been best friends with Wanda. When Wanda and her mom realized you were often alone as a child since your parents were divorced and your father wanted nothing to do with you, while your mom always worked to avoid you, they took you in and quickly became your pseudo-family.

You will always look up to Mrs. and Mr. Maximoff for their help and welcoming presence, but it was different with Wanda. Her parents treated you as their daughter and you felt immensely grateful and happy to be a part of it, but Wanda has never been like a sister to you. Even when you were kids she was always so much more to you, though as much as it breaks your heart, you can never tell her that.

Wanda was way out of your league, she was smart, funny, popular, and astronomically beautiful. She was perfect, and you? Well, you were less than, to say the least.

You shake your thoughts off as you enter Wanda's bedroom to find her changing.

You roll your eyes. “I know you could hear me walking up and yet you still chose the last second possible to put your clothes on.” Wanda laughs as she pulls the hem of her t-shirt down.

“Well, I gotta give my little pervert a show, don’t I?” Wanda smiles with mirth and you return it. “Pretty sure you are the pervert in this accession.” You laugh with a shrug.

It's now Wanda's turn to roll her eyes as she lays down, signaling for you to do the same. “Potato potahto,” you smile as she laughs to herself at her stupidity. You missed her, you hung out just the day before, but you missed her on a deeper level, it has been like this for a while so you just push it down as you stare up at her ceiling.

Her ceiling is filled with posters and drawings of Ghostface. Actually, her entire room is filled with it, ever since that night five years ago tomorrow, Wanda has had a deep obsession with the Ghostface killer. And unhealthy obsession, you think to yourself as you see a new replica of the Ghostface mask on Wanda's desk. You look over at Wanda with disapproval at the new addition. Wanda pretends not to see you.

You lean up on your elbows before voicing said disapproval. “Wands, we talked about this.” She too pushes herself up onto her elbows and slaps your arm gently. “It's not that bad,” she gives you her best puppy dog eyes, but you don’t budge.

“It's wrong that’s what it is, you can't simp over a real killer Wanda. It's not right” Wanda huffs. “You are just jealous I am giving someone else attention.” You know she doesn't mean it like that, but it stings when she puts it so bluntly. There is a hint of truth in what she says, but you ignore it. “I am not jealous, you are just sick.” You say it in a lighthearted manner, but you can tell Wanda does not appreciate the call out.

“No, what is sick is what that dickhead would have done had Ghostface not killed him that night.” You stay silent, you have to agree with her on that part. You just nod, but make sure to add a “Still.”

Sensing that this is not the right time, you change the subject by asking what movie to start with.

“Same as always dumbass,” Wanda giggles as she gets up to retrieve her computer. Already set up with Friday the 13th.

The night has dragged on for way too long in your opinion. Kids and teenagers alike running up and down the streets for hours on end sure can piss you off.

You make sure to keep the news on as you scroll through social media, Wanda said she had some family over, so you don’t have to worry about her this year. Which is a relief, you aren’t really in the mood for an extra adventure today anyway, it's been forever since you could just stay home the entire Halloween night.

It's strange, the copycat and the original have not shown their face today. The night is almost over, but only party drama and yelling neighbors have been reported on. The original is one thing, but you were sure the copycat would take advantage of the night. Surely this build-up hasn't been for nothing?

You are almost disappointed.

In the mood for something to do you get around to making dinner, it may be the middle of the night, but like the nocturnal creature you are you don’t care either way. You never had a routine, not until you started hanging out at Wanda’s house, so some habits are hard to shake.

You are just finishing up with the dishes when your phone calls. The newly dried plate clatters as you put it down. You dry your hands with the kitchen towel and make your way over to the couch where your abounded phone lays.

The caller ID is unfamiliar.  

“Hello?”

Your brows furrow when silence hangs in the air. Just as you are about to hang up a deep voice answers.

“Hello, is Ms. y/l/n there?” You are a bit dumbfounded, your mother always insists on people calling her by her first name. You can't even remember the last time you heard someone call her by her last name. It must be a work call then, maybe your mother mixed your numbers up. Something that is even more peculiar, you are not even sure she knows your number.

You right your posture and lean more heavily on your right foot, shifting your weight. Already suspicious, you make sure to answer vaguely and straightforwardly. Whoever they are you aren’t interested in talking much more.

“No, I'm sorry. This is her daughter, I can give you her number if you would like?” You can hear a puff of laughter on the other end. Their tone unsettles you.

“Aa, so you must be y/n. I have heard quite a bit about you.” Now that is not right, your mother barely acknowledges your existence, there is no way she talks about you. You have had family members be surprised, that your mother has a child, when they came over for Christmas once. You were seven at the time.

“Who is this?”

Now fully engaged in this mystery of a conversation you turn off the TV and leave the living room, intending to end this conversation swiftly, after getting some questions answered, and going to bed. It is only 1 a.m., but all the noise has been wearing you thin the entire day.

Again, there is a long silence before they answer.

“I'm your mom's friend.” They don’t add anything beyond that. Now you know they are lying, no one calls your mother by her last name if they are her friends. You are curious as to what they could want, however, so you keep the conversation going.

“Oh, really? What's your name?” You subconsciously cross your left arm over your right while holding the phone tightly to your ear.

“You can call me Mike.”

You blink.

“Mike?”

“Yes.”

You remove the phone from where you were holding it against your ear to just look at it for a moment before answering.

“Mike is the only name you could think of? Really Wanda?” You smirk.

“…”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” Wanda avoids your question by asking her own.

You bite your lip satisfied with yourself. You lay down on your bed and make yourself comfortable before bothering to reply.

“SpongeBob” Wanda will find that reference hilarious, you were nine when she introduced the show to you. You had nightmares about that damn sponge for weeks, there was just something about him.

That’s why it takes you by surprise when the voice seems angered by your response.

“This is not the time for games!”

You agree, you are far too tired for these mind games so if this is how she wants to play this then fine.

“Fine, how about this? Who is your favorite killer?” You put extra flair of dramatics into your voice while you question her. The dramatized voice paired with trivia questions comes naturally to you after watching all types of trivia game night shows with Wanda throughout the years.

“I asked you first.” Childish.

“No, you asked me what my favorite horror movie is, I answered.” You thought it over, “Oh well I answered a show, but you get what I mean. Now I want you to answer my question.”

There was a tense rustling on the other end and stomping footsteps before it got silent and the answer was a mere whisper. “Ghostface.”

Not very surprising. You smile to yourself as you roll over on your stomach and fiddle with your dove. You wonder what she is up to.

“It's my turn now,” the deep voice darkened, “Why did Ghostface kill that boy five years ago?”

Your body tenses. You don’t like where this is going, so you play dumb. “How am I supposed to know?”

The voice gets louder. “Answer me!”

You feel yourself tighten a little at her tone, what is she getting at? “Look Wanda I don’t know what you want. I don’t know why Ghostface killed Vision.”

All background noise disappears from the call, you can’t even hear breathing. Then, a strained voice, like cat claws on chalkboard, speaks up.

“Wrong answer.”

Before you can reply the phone call ends. You debate with yourself on whether or not to call Wanda, she usually plays some prank now and then, but this was something else.

You don’t have time to think about it before a knock can be heard on your front door. An unpleasant feeling pools in the bottom of your stomach as you try to ignore it. Plenty of children can’t take a hint and come here looking for candy, you rationalize with yourself.

You are just paranoid.

The knocking doesn't stop, however. You puff your chest before getting up and deciding to put an end to this. When you unlock and tear open the door, intending to give a stern talking to whatever kids were up so late, you are stunned at the lack of anyone.

You slam your door closed and lock it. Whoever they were, they were messing with you. Probably just some bored teens from your high school, or Wanda. Either way, if you didn’t react they were sure to get bored.

Suddenly as you are heading back upstairs the pieces of the puzzle take place.

The voice, Ghostface was known for using a voice box and calling their victims with stupid trivia questions. You knew this well, you just didn’t expect it to happen to you.

You are three steps up the stairs when you hear your door unlock.

You snap your head to the sound. There are only three people with the keys to your house, yourself, your mother, and Wanda. You know Wanda likes her fun, but she wouldn’t take it this far.

The handle doesn't move. You wonder if you imagined it all together? No this isn’t right. You scan your surroundings before going back to the door.

Sure enough, both locks were undone.

“Enough!” You hate to admit it, but you were getting nervous.

“Whoever the fuck you are, fuck off!”

You can hear your phone go off in your room, you curse yourself for never taking it with you as you again lock the door. You take a glass from the kitchen, rigging it up on the front door handle. Some kids don’t know when they have taken it too far, so you have to make sure to be one step ahead.

Like always.

You walk deadly silent as you go to get your phone, now that you have finally caught on, you have no doubt of what game will start once you pick up the phone.

You are being hunted.

You slide your thumb over the screen, picking up the call. You keep moving.

“What do you want?”

The voice sounds ruff and excited. “Me? I am just trying to get someone's attention.”

Go figure. The one Halloween you just wanted to spend in peace the damn copycat has to target you.

“Right. The infamous copycat is it? So is it like a kink or..?” You are standing in your kitchen now, if they want to play, you’ll play. You tighten your hands into fits as you anticipate the comeback.

“Cheeky. No, I am just trying to prove a theory.” This bitch.

You can hear heavy breathing on the other end like they are running… Or have just stopped.

You grab the strongest knife in your drawer. Then you put it back.

It’s a risky move you know, but you also know that no one ever thinks of the back door leading into the woods and it's safer for you to run than fight. At least for now.

“And what do I have to do with this theory?” You chew your lip in annoyance as you lean your body weight forward. Ready to bounce any second now.

“You don’t, you are just an easy target.” This absolute fucking bitch.

“What theory is it that you are trying to prove? Trying to test Ghostface's ability to kill or something? There can only be one or whatever?”

“Don’t be jealous, this will be over soon.” They have no idea.

The glass shatters and you run.

You don’t even think about it, you just bok it straight out of the back door and into the thick forest surrounding your home. You can hear them close behind.

The voice box activates. “There is no point in running!”

Truly an amateur, everyone knows running will be your safest bet when you don’t have a weapon. Fighting should always be the last resort when you are inferior to the killer. It's basic movie logic.

You run until you see it. Your safe haven.

The shed.

The shed creaks open and slams shut as you barricade the door. You have been trying to hold it together all night, but now that you stand there surrounded by your darkest secret and seconds away from revealing it to the psycho copycat, you can't help it. You are getting excited.

It's been ages since you got to play, and there is no need to run now. They are about to enter your territory; they will be inferior.

You have just finished getting ready when you hear the door kick in. Just as expected the killer stops as soon as they take in their surroundings.

Got you.

The copycat threads carefully, the shed is unexpected. Unfaired territory, filled with… Filled with Ghostface?

The shed is a rundown abandoned shit box the copycat has never seen anyone use. Yet here it stands, filled to the brim with every crime and murder Ghostface has ever committed. It's written in more detail than what they could ever put together themselves. They have read any and all pieces of information out there, yet they don’t even know half of the scribbled and planned murders that litter the walls and table.

It only takes a moment for it to set in, they just walked into the lion's den.

And you will show no mercy.

The copycat freezes as a voice rings through the still air.

“Don’t look so disappointed. You are getting what you want, aren’t you?”

You stalk your prey. Your infamous knife is strongly gripped in your right hand, as the copycat turns towards you and backs up in fear. Their knife drops to the ground as you trudge forward. God, it's delicious the way you can see them shiver beneath the poorly-made mask. A mask you have most definitely seen before.

They walk straight into your little homemade table and you take the advantage to press your body into theirs. Your masks almost touching.

“Tell me,” you raise your hands to their covered face. Slowly peeling the mask off as you continue. “What theory was it you wanted to prove? Hm?” Just as red hair reveals itself a hand takes hold of your wrist to stop you from going any farther. That’s fine by you, you know they didn’t realize when you deactivated the voice box.

Nagging them on you continue, “Don’t leave me hanging, what do you want to know? I might just answer it before I cut your pretty tongue out.” You hold the knife up to their face before slowly dragging it down the mouth of their mask and leaving it just under their jaw.

Wanda's meek voice responds.

“I- I I didn’t mean too- too-“

You mock her “too- too-?” “Spit it out pretty girl.” You dig the knife in, just a little.

Too lost in the situation, Wanda hasn't caught onto her voice filling the room.

“Why do you keep killing for me?” So, the age-old question is finally voiced out loud.

You smile beneath your mask. You consider lying, but it's Wanda.

“Because I can.”

Truth be told, it started when you saw the football jock Vision put his hands on Wanda five years ago at a random Halloween party. After that night it evolved.

It just feels right to kill for the things you love.

You don’t let Wanda query anymore, taking hold of her mask you rip it off, revealing her tear-stained cheeks and scared eyes. You have to resist digging the knife in harder, yet it still digs minuscule more. Just enough for one drop.

A single drop of blood that slides onto your gloved finger.

That is what gets you.

Wanda lets out a squeak as you push her onto the table. Your knife never leaves her pale skin. You straddle her, using your weight against her to keep her compliant. You lean closer to her, wanting her to look at you like she did the night you killed Vision.

Scared, but aroused.

You get what you wish for when your gloved hand drags the tip of your knife down her body until you are hovering over her covered breasts. With your left hand, you clutch the fabric of her gown, cutting it open with the knife held in your right. Wanda whines as she squirms to get away from you.

You laugh at her pathetic little sounds as you forcefully grab her by the chin. You lift your mask, only enough for your mouth to be seen, and you press your lips against Wanda´s quivering ones. She only resists for a moment, then a delectable moan vibrates against you. You return it when you push your tongue into her sweet, hot, mouth. You swirl your tongue around while your hands rip open her outfit. You can feel her bra-clad breasts heavy in your hands. You let the knife slice the bra like butter.

You have to break the kiss to give full attention to the sinful heaven exposed in front of you. Wanda turns her head away from you as she catches her breath, you let her. The only thought occupying your mind is how you can destroy her so sweetly tonight.

You kept yourself at bay for so long, but there is only so much you can do when she whorishly seeks you out. And in such a rude manner too. She was using you to get to, well you, but she didn’t know that. A punishment needs to be set in place; one you will have no regret enforcing.

You settle your mask back in place as you stand and move away from the poor birdy.

She looks up in confusion and disappointment when you go.

You pick up Wanda’s knife and walk over to an armchair nestled in the corner of your den. Wanda struggles to sit up as her chest heaves with each manual breath, uncertain of what you want, as you study her from your corner.

You point her knife towards the open door. “Close it.”

Unsurprisingly, Wanda hesitates before complying. You tsk in disapproval, Wanda moves just a tiny bit faster at the sound.

After it's properly closed you instruct Wanda to lock it using the plank you point out. This time she does it in a timelier manner. You nod your approval as she takes a timid step towards you.

When Wanda tries removing your mask you take ahold of her wrist and bend it until she yelps in pain. The surge of power and arousal that shoots through you almost makes you lose your calm, but you soldier on.

Your gaze remains unfaced as she sniffles in pain. “You don’t get to touch me.” You say as a matter of fact.

“Why not,” tears gleam in the redhead’s eyes as she whines.

“Because only good girls get to touch their Mistress.” Wanda melts at your words. Her knees buckle and her nipples harden. You put the knives between the cushions of the ruff chair. You will need both of your hands for this.

As she stands there you can't help but admire her. She looks just the way you imagined she would. Her frame is perfection, even with her clothes hanging off her and tear stains gleaming on her flushed cheeks. You want to eat her up. But first, her punishment.

You act unbothered as you command her.

“Kneel.” Wanda’s eyes widen as her desperation dampens her underwear.

There is a dull thud as Wanda’s knees connect with the water-damaged wood planks. Biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from singing her praise is needed, but you can’t help it when you automatically pet her hair gently in reward.

You think of all the times you dreamed of holding her like the pet she is. Your palm smoothes her hair down while you mule over how long it's been since you had a good orgasm. When she´s putty beneath you, you grab a fist full of red tresses and roughly pull her closer to your crotch.

Taking the hint Wanda lifts your dark gown and gasps at the lack of underwear. It's cute that she convinced herself you believed the copycat was anyone but her. This punishment has been long in the planning.

You push more intently on her. “Don’t stop now. Be a good whore and mistress may give you a reward.”

You are glad you kept the mask on as you drool looking down at her while she gets to work. She’s so tiny and irrelevant, one calculated squeeze and you can have her begging for her life while she eats you out. The power imbalance is almost enough to make you cum before Wanda can put her talents to use.

When Wanda's hot mouth makes contact with your folds, sucking and teasing you, you have half the mind to tie her down and force her to watch while you fuck yourself with your fingers. However, you can't resist her when she finally sucks your clit into her keen, wet, fuck-hole.

You wonder if she has done this before as it only takes a minute for your eyes to roll into your skull. Jealousy takes hold of you at the thought.

You push the redhead away from yourself, sooner than she can get a word out, you lay her onto her back on the cold floor and straddle her face. Wanda goes to grab your hips, but you force her down. Holding her wrists over her head you instruct her to stay still.

You can’t help but tease her by riding the air just higher than what Wanda's greedy tongue can reach. You drag your body slowly back and forth sensually, making sure to let some breathy moans and groans rile her up.

“I thought I told you to be good.” You tighten the grip around her wrists in warning.

Wanda, who had been slowly trying to lean upward, lowers herself. She is smart enough to act remorseful, you decide to let it go this once. Far more concerned with satisfying your thirst you take your seat right on Wanda’s waiting mouth.

Wanda makes the jealousy easier as she moans loudly into your pussy while pushing her tongue against your hard clit. It's erotic the way Wanda’s hips buck aimlessly while your juices drip down her chin.

The harsh oak makes your knees sting and you can only imagine how Wanda's back must feel. Of course, Wanda is too far gone, she’s moaning and rocking against the air with her eyes closed.

With this small turn of events, your punishment needs an adjustment.

So, you improvise. Originally you were going to make her fuck you until you ran out of cum. However, being on the floor may prove to make that difficult.

The jingle of the whore’s boobs, whilst she tries humping anything she can get between her legs, does give you an idea.

Leaning back you mindlessly search the chair. When your hand connects with the handle of your steel knife you grab on. Keeping it behind your back so as to not let the redhead get a peak. You doubt she can even if she wants to, she’s too deep in your cunt for you to see anything besides her closed eyes and the bead of sweat running down her forehead.

She continues lapping up your wetness like a dog, none the wiser as you debate on wheter or not to hold the knife against her jugular. Reflecting over it, she has been good, so you keep the knife behind you. If only to use it if she misbehaves.

Misbehaving seems to be the last thing on her mind however, she is devouring your pussy like it’s the last meal on earth. When she introduces her nose into the mix, bumping it into your clit while you ride her tongue, white-hot pleasure runs through you. Sounds, you have never heard yourself make, escape before you even think to stop them. Your toes are close to curling and tension tightens in your lower back. Yet you rearrange yourself away from the redhead's hungry mouth, now is not the time.

After Wanda finishes gasping for air that you haven’t allowed her, her eyes fly open at the lack of your taste.

You stand over her. Wanda whines in confusion, but you ignore her in favor of fixing your outfit. Wanda stays in place. All fight left in her evaporated as soon as you touched her. You can’t help but scoff at how easy she is.

She looks like a bitch in heat, panting and twitching as you stand over her with your knife gripped like a phyton.

You tilt your head. The torn rags still holding on by a thread annoy you. “Take your clothes off.”

Wanda's eyes lack any thought as she heeds to your every whim.

She removes the cheap outfit slowly, pushing it off her shoulders and down her waist, over her ass, and past her legs. She removes her ruined bra next, sliding it off each arm and letting it fall into a heap beside her.

You sneer at her disobedience.

“All of it.” You accompany the words with a snap of your fingers.

There is a long silence while the demand sinks into her empty head. Then like lighting, Wanda takes off her soaked underwear.

Wanda trembles as you leisurely walk around her, tapping the knife in a rhythm against your other hand. Completely nude and vulnerable, just how you like her.

You stop in front of Wanda´s open legs. Her body is begging for you to touch her, she is heaving, drooling, desperate. And you have no plan on lessening it.

Ever since you were younger Wanda has always been a particularly touchy person, she needs human touch to function. Without it, she can't do certain things. Like how she refuses to take a walk unless you hold her hand, and how you can see her struggle to get up and shower if you don’t promise cuddles after.

That’s why when you found her little devious plan three months ago you decided the only punishment fit for a sadist like her would be to remove all sense of touch. Deprive her of the one thing she needs to cum, your touch.

You return to your chair. “Touch yourself.”

Wanda swallows thickly as she watches you beneath heavy lids before nodding to herself. You have seen the way Wanda slowly gathers her wetness and spreads it around her libido while her breath turns shallow many times when you silently sneaked into her bedroom, always mindful of what floorboards would give you away. This is different, this time she is doing it for you and only you.

Wanda never breaks eye contact through the black mesh of your mask. It's only when she pinches her clit that her head gets thrown back and a prolonged moan emits from her that she can’t keep her act up. She is close, but if you play your cards right, she won’t be going over.

You dig the knife into the armrest and swirl it back and forth, fiddling like you're bored.

You can sense Wanda studying you from where she sits just a few feet away, but you overlook her.

Wanda, very much, does not like this newfound disinterest you have in her. She speeds up her fingers, moving them clockwise and pressing down hard. Every time she tries to get your attention by moaning louder or trying to press her foot into your boot you tune her out and move away.

Just as you thought, when the redhead’s orgasm approaches, she struggles. Her moans of pleasure turn into whines of frustration, and you don’t even look at her. You keep your focus on the knife. This is where the real punishment starts, one mistake from you and you know she will have no issue falling over the edge and screaming her pleasure for the entire world to hear. No, you will make her suffer if only a little.

After all the running you have had to do tonight you are making sure she will be left breathless and exhausted before an orgasm is in order.

For ten minutes you distract yourself, for ten minutes Wanda balances painfully on the edge of pleasure.

You only take mercy on her when she taps the floor twice.

Raising your eyes you see Wanda with fresh tear tracks running down her cheeks while her fingers work overtime trying to move faster than you have ever seen them move before. You have to hold back a moan at the sight.

You stand slowly, dragging every movement out. Wanda stares wide-eyed and hopeful as she cries from the pain and pleasure. You make your way between spread legs and crouth down to her eye level. You lift her chin with the tip of your knife, and when she stops her movements, you know you have her attention. Without uttering a word, you remove your mask with your unoccupied hand.

As soon as your face is free of its confinement and Wanda sees you in all your mad beauty since she entered your chosen playing field for the night, a moan so deep and gurtal leaves her dumbfounded. While she is distracted by the new sound she can make you hold eye contact and leave the knife in place, but without looking you reach down and pinch her neglected clit so hard she screams.

She comes so hard she sees stars for minutes after you stroke her through her aftershocks.

When she gets back to herself you are laying on top of her and petting her sides. She doesn't even realize she is crying until you carefully wipe her tears away while praising her. “There you go, baby.”

“It's okay, you did so well.”

“Mistress is very proud of you.”

“Just breathe for me, honey.” “That’s it honey, good job.” You pet her while she gathers herself under you.

She came for a full three minutes before she passed out. As worried as you were in the moment you have to admit you are a little proud of yourself. That is definitely the hardest you have ever seen her cum.

After a while, you can hear her mumble something.

“What’s that baby?”

Wanda, in a surprising turn of events, locks you against her chest and flips you both. You blink up at her as she giggles from your tense reaction.

“Sorry,” you watch her giggle to herself and you know for a fact she is not sorry, “I couldn’t help it, you just look so cute when you are surprised.”

You grin with her but you also grab the knife beside you and lift it to her neck. She quickly stops laughing, but she isn’t scared. Not anymore.

“Behave, don’t forget who´s in charge here.” You fix her with a stern glance.

Wanda deflates a little, but her hands never leave you. She trails her hands up and down your body, groping everything she can. You dig the knife deep enough to where she has to stay still if she wants to keep her vocal cords.

Wanda mewls, “please.”

You roll your eyes at her. “Please what?”

“Please can I touch you, Mistress?”

You smirk, “You are touching me.” The disappointment rolls off of Wanda, but she knows what she needs to do.

Not wanting to actually hurt the redhead you had loosened your pressure without realizing it, Wanda uses that to her advantage. The deviant redhead swiftly moves your hand out of her way to attack your mouth with a round of kisses. She then pushes her tongue in, and swirls it teasingly around yours. You moan into her as she grinds her leg against your covered clit.

You let this go until you need her inside you.

You pull her off you and grab her neck. You tighten until she wheezes then you speak.

“If you ever disobey me like this again I will tie you down with a vibrator and leave you like that for hours. Do you understand me?” The redhead nods as best as she can.

You let go of her neck only to grab her hair again. You stand, dragging her with you. “Sit.” You point at the chair as you let go.

Wanda obediently listens without defiance this time.

“You are lucky,” you tell her as you straddle her thighs. “if I wasn’t in the mood for an orgasm I would have you over my knee now. You grind into her lap as you speak. This time when Wanda goes to grab you, you let her.

Wanda controls your hips as you pound yourself into her lap. She is more than eager to comply when you command her to put a finger in.

You ride her until you can't take it anymore and reach down to draw tight circles over your forgotten clit.

You cum so fast it almost gives you whiplash. Wanda moans with you as clear liquid coats her hand.

You both fall into an exhausted pile of post-orgasm bliss as you settle. Wanda cuddles into you and you lean your chin atop her head. She nuzzles into your neck and sighs with satisfaction.

You are half-dosing when a giggle abrupts from the girl in your arms. You look down at her with a confused tilt to your head. Wanda is already grinning up at you.

“Same time next year?” You laugh at your girlfriend of six years and nod while kissing her sweaty forehead.

“Same time next year.”

(Oh sorry, forgot a tag: Role-play)

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| #PROFILE: JAXREL. | Though a half-blood, Jaxrel comes from an ancient family line, dating back to the first man who had held a wand in his, magic sparking from the end of the stick. To this family, magic is almost as easy as breathing — a simple nature mastered in a short period of time while even the greatest struggle. But like every wizard, they send their kids to the esteemed school of magic, Hogwarts. 

— ‘Hmm, you are a smart soul. I have to give you that. You have creativity in you and a desire for more. You know so much for a young one like you. This is quite simple — the easiest I’ve had so far. Better be…”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ You wrote that you were a Ravenclaw but I wouldn’t say that was my initial reason for choosing this house for you. Ravenclaw’s aren’t one singular category — just like knowledge that can be sorted in multiple ways.  Ravenclaws are said to be intelligent — which is already a section you fit — but I don’t think they are solely about basic knowledge. They are philosophical and with minds that often wander far from reality. They aren’t exact introverts but they aren’t the life of the party (which would be a classic Gryffindor). Ravenclaws follow their own ways — they are strategic and break norms to do what they think is the proper way. And the fact you know of ‘big’ words adds extra points. After all, which Ravenclaw wouldn’t like to rub in people’s faces that they are better?

HEADCANONS: 

All the Ravenclaws sit in the common room after the school day has ended. It mainly consists of eating snacks together and helping one another with their homework — the older ones helping the younger ones and friends helping one another out.

You were definitely an easy choice for the Sorting hat. You did have some traits that could fit in the other houses but none of them matched your likeliness to the brilliants students in the house of intelligence 

You are the dad of the house! While the other older kids are busy with their own things, you try to make as much time to help the younger ones feel more comfortable away from their family. And since you were a half-blood, it was definitely easier. You could understand the pureblood, the Muggleborn and the other half-bloods  

I’ll add more headcanon down below in the extra part where there are headcanons of all kinds!

LOVER

How you met: YEAR 1

 It was getting too dark. Jaxrel shouldn’t even be up, searching through the magical halls of Hogwarts. But it was so… magical. He couldn’t exactly explain but with every turn, he would somehow find something new. The rules required all students in bed at this late time but this was when the halls were empty for him to explore. At most, he would bump into an elf or a ghost— but frankly, they had too much respect and fear for his family to say anything that could get him in trouble. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over everything in sight and the stars twinkled like diamonds adorning the black abyss when a painting caught his eye. 

 While most paintings that covered the ancient walls were enchanted and acted more like a video than a picture, this one was frozen in time. But it wasn’t even that factor but more so the man in the painting. His nose, face, and his eyes — beautiful hazel eyes with green and blue tints — almost everything about this enigmatic figure resembles Jaxrel. Cocking his head to the side, the young boy took a step forward to examine the painting more. There was no doubt at all that Jaxrel was related to that man, but who was he? Jaxrel added a mental note at the back of his head to borrow some books tomorrow morning to research more. 

 A small sigh escaped Jaxrel, his eyes a bit more heavy than before. He should definitely head back to bed. But do you ever have that feeling when you know that someone is staring at you? Unfortunately for Jaxrel, that’s how he felt. But, he should be alone right now. Who would be out of bed.

 As Jaxrel turned around, expecting to see an elf or perhaps even a teacher (which God forbid happening), he was surprised to find a boy standing there instead. With untamed black hair, a lion on his red cloak and silver eyes that held a spark of mischief, the boy — who couldn’t be much older than Jaxrel at all — took a step forward to greet Jaxrel. 

"Hey," the boy said with a friendly grin, "You're out late."

Jaxrel blinked in surprise, feeling a rush of relief at the realisation that it wasn't a teacher. "Um well, I couldn't sleep," he smiled sheepishly. "I was just exploring the castle."

The other boy nodded, his grin widening. "Me too! Hogwarts is so huge, there's always something new to discover."

"I'm Jaxrel, by the way," he said, extending his hand, hoping to make a new friend. 

The boy shook it eagerly. "Sirius. Sirius Black," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

Jaxrel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Black? Like the Black family?" 

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, that's me. But don't hold it against me," he added with a playful grin. "I'm not..,” He paused for a second, his voice almost sad. “Exactly the model for a Black heir."

Jaxrel smiled, a small chuckle almost escaping his lips, but he kept it in once noticing the faint sadness that lingered in Sirius’s voice. He had heard stories about the Black family's reputation for being strict and traditional, but Sirius seemed anything but.

"So, what were you doing out here?" Sirius asked, changing the route of the conversation. "Besides exploring, I mean."

Jaxrel hesitated for a moment, unsure why he really was out. He wanted to simply explore the castle, nothing more.

"I found this painting," Jaxrel said quickly, in an attempt to not appear boring, towards the frozen image on the wall. "It looks like me but I’m unsure of who it is"

Sirius's eyes lit up with interest. "Let me see," he said, stepping closer to examine the painting. Jaxrel could tell Sirius knew who was in the picture but didn’t blurt it out. Sirius almost seemed confused yet marvelled at the sight of Jaxrel’s look alike. He turned to Jaxrel and finally told him who the man was. Sirius may or may have not rambled a bit but to simply sum it up, that man is a model for all. 

He was the first man who had held a wand in his, magic sparking from the end of the stick. He brought magic into his blood and taught it to those who desired that ability. Jaxrel looked up, an idiotic smile stretched across his face as he turned to Sirius. 

“That’s… amazing!” He exclaimed. 

Sirius simply smiled at him. “Let me take you back to,” Sirius looked at the eagle on Jaxrel’s robes, “The Ravenclaw tower.”

On their way back, the two boys talked and laughed about everything their little minds could think of. But as all good things come to an end, they reach where they need to be. 

“Well… goodnight.” Sirius waved, smiling as brightly as his namesake star, blinding Jaxrel. Holding on to the doorframe, Jaxrel watched Sirius walking away from his reach. 

“Goodbye for now too.” He whispered to himself. 

HOW IS THE COUPLE NOW?

Well, it took them all the way until their 6th year to actually get together, despite James repeatedly attempting to get them together. After Hogwarts, the two of them immediately got married despite the dissatisfaction from Sirius’s side of the family but the truth is he never really cared for them. After a while, they had a little baby girl named Atiya who — as her name suggests — was a gift to the couple. But traders stuck when Sirius was sent to Azkazaban and Jaxrel had to raise Atiya himself. But even then, they loved each other as much as they did, if not more. 

# ATIYA BLACK

⋆ ̊.⋆୨୧ ̊ After a few months of being married, they were struck with news so brilliant it brought tears of joy in their eyes. Sirius almost dropped to the floor when he held his new born daughter in his hands, so ever gently as if she was the most precious thing in the world — and in that moment, she truly was. The baby was a precious little gift in their lives, hence her name Atiya. Atiya was a cunning yet sweet soul, even at a young age. She had the majority of Sirius's feather and black waves that cascaded down her back, but she had Jaxrel’s mesmerising eyes — much of Sirius's joy — and a little dimple on her chin. Remus and Lily were announced as Atiya’s godparents, much to James’s dismay. But as I mentioned above, Sirius was later framed and sent to Azkaban, leaving Jaxrel to raise Atiya alone. But despite being a single parent, Jaxrel raised her with every ounce of love in him. You could imagine his sadness when he sent his daughter and only child to Hogwarts, in hopes of becoming a great witch, where she was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius may or may have not had a little anger outbreak but we don’t need much focus on that… 

(Serious apologies for this section, I wasn’t quite sure on what I should add )

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP 

JAMES POTTER; James likes you. A lot. As a friend tho. It did take him a bit of time to get accustomed with your presence around his tight knit friend group but once he did, he loved having you around. Always asking Sirius some questions like “where is Jaxrel” or “what should I buy Jaxrel for his birthday.” A part of him thought that Sirius knew everything about you. He was so set on setting the two of you together but unfortunately it never came until your 6th year. Literally your gossip buddy and the friend who steals your food when you're not looking, but promises to pay back (which he never does). Was also the best man during your wedding!

LILY EVAN; Lily has no idea how someone as sweet, intelligent and caring as you ended up in the same friend group as those four idiots. She is always borrowing you from them, dragging you much to their dismay. Do they act all dramatic and begin using Shakespeare language? Yes, they do. But she is 100% your study buddy. She knows she can trust you with all her heart and when she died, she wanted Harry in your care but that never happened. 

REMUS LUPIN; Your best friend! He is the only sane person in this group, but, similar to you, he is willing to break rules to some extent. When he came to you with his secret, you treated him like he was some monster. And when his friends wanted to become animagus to help Remus, you offered to research and find books in your personal library. I wholly believe that Remus helped raise Atiya and would often babysit her. You first met him when he sat beside you during potion and he forgot to write some notes. He always buys your chocolate and the two of you go on walks. He is your safe person and  you are his. 10/10 fluffy friendship. 

REGULUS BLACK; He doesn’t really care much for you? He approves of your and Sirius’s relationship because you are so perfect for him but aside from that, he has never really spoken or interacted with you. At most, the two of you would accidentally lock eyes when walking in halls. He would always look away first. 

HARRY POTTER; He has never really had a mother figure in his life until he met you. You are the bravest Auror in his eyes but that may be a bit biassed on his behalf. He wanted to grow up with you and Atiya, not with the Dursley. Oftentimes during the summer, you would invite him to stay the summer at your place after Sirius came back. I just know he would name a child in your honour. 

SEVERUS SNAPE; I know that you would try to like Snape and try to engage in conversations but he loathed you. In truth, he barely knew who you were but anyone who considered themselves friends with James was someone he would hate. But adulthood, the two of you had gotten a bit more civilised but that’s it.

PATRONUS

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I’m not exactly sure how to explain this section but this animal was what came to mind when I thought of you. I did find an analysis for it here! So do check it out, please. The post describes it so well I don’t need to add any of my own comments. 

Siberian Cat

HEADCANONS

⋆ ̊.⋆୨୧ ̊ You excel in most of your classes, but Potions and Transfigurations have always been your specialty. Defence Against the Dark Arts is something I wouldn’t exactly put near the top of the classes you are good at tho.

⋆ ̊.⋆୨୧  Joining the quidditch team in your 3rd year, you were given the role of a seeker. You were agile and quick, the perfect seeker. By your 6th year, you quickly rose ranks and became Captain of Ravenclaw’s team.

⋆ ̊.⋆୨୧ Taking back to the third headcanon in the Ravenclaw section, the way you acted with your peers and helped them become the best version of themselves is what got you Prefect and even Headboy. 

⋆ ̊.⋆୨୧ You can’t name a single student who has not have had feelings for you. I mean, who wouldn’t? You came from a perfect family, related to one of the greatest wizards. You were an all star student and athlete. Your looks and charisma are even a big help. Is Sirius jealous? Yes. But is he also proud that you are his and no one else’s? Definitely

⋆ ̊.⋆୨୧ The Marauders use your titles as Prefect or Head Boy to get around with what they want all the time. You often scold them for it but it is amusing to know you have so much power over other students. 

Hope you liked this!

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Your Ultimate Guide to a Weight Loss Meal Plan

Are you tired of fad diets and quick fixes that promise big results but leave you feeling hungry and unsatisfied? It's time to take a different approach to weight loss. By creating a balanced and sustainable meal plan, you can achieve your weight loss goals while nourishing your body and enjoying delicious food along the way.

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Understanding the Basics of Weight Loss

Weight loss occurs when you consume fewer calories than you burn, creating a calorie deficit. However, it's essential to focus on nourishing your body with quality nutrients rather than simply cutting calories.

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Importance of a Meal Plan

A meal plan provides structure and guidance, making it easier to make healthy choices throughout the day. It can help prevent impulsive eating, reduce temptation, and ensure you're meeting your nutritional needs.

Building Your Plate

Focus on filling your plate with a variety of colorful fruits and vegetables, lean proteins, whole grains, and healthy fats. Aim for balance and moderation, and be mindful of portion sizes to avoid overeating.

Incorporating Nutrient-Dense Foods

Choose nutrient-dense foods that provide essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants without excess calories. These include fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, whole grains, nuts, seeds, and legumes.

Balancing Macronutrients

Aim to include a balance of carbohydrates, proteins, and fats in each meal to support overall health and satiety. Carbohydrates provide energy, proteins support muscle growth and repair, and fats are essential for hormone production and nutrient absorption.

Creating a Weekly Meal Plan

Take some time at the beginning of each week to plan your meals and snacks. Include a variety of foods from all food groups, and consider batch cooking and meal prepping to save time during busy weekdays.

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Sample Meal Ideas

Here are some sample meal ideas to inspire you:

Breakfast: Oatmeal topped with berries and nuts

Lunch: Grilled chicken salad with mixed greens, vegetables, and a vinaigrette dressing

Dinner: Baked salmon with quinoa and roasted vegetables

Snacks: Greek yogurt with fruit, vegetable sticks with hummus, or a handful of almonds

Snack Smart

Choose nutrient-rich snacks that provide energy and satisfy cravings between meals. Opt for options such as fresh fruit, Greek yogurt, nuts, seeds, and whole-grain crackers with cheese.

Hydration

Staying hydrated is essential for overall health and can support weight loss by promoting feelings of fullness and preventing overeating. Aim to drink at least 8-10 glasses of water per day, and limit sugary beverages.

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Staying Active

Incorporate regular physical activity into your routine to support weight loss and overall health. Find activities you enjoy, such as walking, cycling, swimming, or dancing, and aim for at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise per week.

Overcoming Challenges

Weight loss journeys are not without their challenges. Stay committed to your goals, but also be flexible and forgiving with yourself if you experience setbacks. Seek support from friends, family, or a healthcare professional to help you navigate any obstacles that arise.

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Healthy Habits for Kindergarten Success: Nutrition, Sleep, and Exercise

Every parent wants their kids to do well in school. A big part of that is getting them into good habits early on. This blog post will talk about why good eating, sleep, and exercise are important for getting ready for kindergarten and give you easy ways to make these habits a part of your child’s daily life.

Nutrition Matters: Fueling Growing Bodies and Minds

Food is the most important thing for keeping your child’s body and mind healthy. A well-balanced meal gives your kid all the nutrients they need to grow and learn at their best. To make sure your child is getting the food they need, here are some easy steps:

Healthy Breakfast Choices: A healthy and well-balanced breakfast is a great way to start off the day. You could give them whole-grain cereal, yogurt with fruit, or peanut butter on whole-wheat toast.

Colorful Plate: To make sure they get all the vitamins and minerals they need, tell your child to eat a range of fruits and veggies.

Smart Snacking: Select healthy snacks like whole-grain bread and cheese, apple slices with nut butter, or carrot sticks with hummus.

Hydration Station: Make sure your child stays hydrated all day by giving them water with meals and snacks. Don’t let your kid drink too much soda.

Why sleep is important for growing bodies?

Getting enough sleep is important for doing well in kindergarten. It refreshes your child’s mind and body, makes them happier and better behaved, and helps them learn and remember things better. To help people sleep well, do the following things:

Consistent Bedtime Routine: Set up a relaxing routine for bedtime to let your child know it’s time to relax. Some things that could fit this description are reading a book, taking a warm bath, or listening to soft music.

Screen-Free Zone: Make sure there are no screens around for an hour before bed. Screens give off blue light that can mess up your child’s normal sleep-wake routine.

Comfortable Sleep Environment: Maintain a cool, dark, and quiet bedroom for your child so they can sleep well. It can also make a big difference if the mattress and sheets are cozy.

Don’t give your child caffeine: Caffeine can make it hard for them to sleep, especially in the afternoon and evening.

Get Moving: Exercise for Physical and Mental Health

For your child’s physical and mental health, they need to be active every day. Muscles and bones get stronger, coordination and balance get better, and happiness and focus get better. Here are some fun ways to get your child to exercise every day:

Outdoor Playtime: Tell your kids that they should play outside every day. Kids stay busy and interested by doing things like running, jumping, climbing, and riding bikes.

Family Fitness: Take walks or ride bikes together, play active games like soccer or tag, or take breaks to dance as a family.

Indoor Fun: When it’s cold or wet outside, come up with creative ways to stay busy inside. Throw a dance party, set up an obstacle course, or watch yoga or exercise movies that are appropriate for kids.

Conclusion 

You're setting your child up for success in school and  beyond by making sure they get enough food, sleep, and exercise. Make these healthy habits a part of your family's daily life to help your child grow, develop, and be healthy overall. At The Growing Patch Preschool, a Private Preschool Fresno, we want to work with parents to help each child reach his or her full potential. Stay tuned for more journey-related tips and tools at our  Preschool for 5 years kid to help your child! 

Preschool for 5 years kid, Private Preschool Fresno

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Frozen Feasts: Elevating Every Meal with Convenience and Flavor!

In today's culinary landscape, frozen foods emerge as a dynamic solution for busy individuals and families, offering not only convenience but also the promise of warmth and joy at any dining table. Let's delve into the myriad ways frozen foods can transform your culinary journey.

Unparalleled Convenience: In our hectic lives, convenience is key. Frozen foods epitomize this convenience, providing a quick and accessible option for impromptu gatherings or hunger strikes. With a stocked freezer, you're always prepared to whip up a satisfying meal without the hassle of extensive prep work.

Endless Variety: Gone are the days of limited frozen options. Modern frozen foods boast a diverse array of cuisines and flavors, catering to every palate and occasion. Whether you're craving spicy appetizers, comforting classics, or exotic delights, the frozen aisle offers something to tantalize your taste buds.

Exceptional Flavor and Quality: Contrary to popular belief, premium frozen foods deliver on both flavor and quality. Crafted with care using top-notch ingredients and innovative preservation techniques, these frozen delights retain their freshness and taste. Each bite is a testament to the commitment to culinary excellence.

Effortless Meal Preparation: Beyond snacks, frozen foods simplify meal planning and prep, making weeknight dinners a breeze. With a range of frozen vegetables, proteins, and pre-made meals at your fingertips, creating delicious and nutritious dishes has never been easier. Say goodbye to kitchen stress and hello to hassle-free dining.

Economical and Sustainable: In addition to convenience, frozen foods offer economic and environmental benefits. By minimizing food waste and reducing the need for frequent grocery runs, they help save both time and money. Embracing frozen fare is not just a smart choice for your wallet but also for the planet, contributing to a more sustainable approach to eating.

Conclusion: As we navigate the demands of modern life, frozen foods emerge as a culinary ally, enriching our dining experiences with convenience and flavor. Explore the diverse selection of frozen delights, savoring each bite as a testament to culinary innovation. Whether you're hosting a gathering or enjoying a quiet night in, let frozen foods elevate your meals with ease and enjoyment. With frozen feasts at your disposal, every dining occasion becomes an opportunity to savor the convenience and delight of the frozen aisle.

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Weight Loss Tips for Working Ladies: Balancing Health and Career

Working ladies often find themselves juggling demanding careers and personal responsibilities, leaving little time for self-care. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle becomes a challenge, and weight loss can seem like an uphill battle. In this article, we will explore practical weight loss tips tailored for busy working women.

Importance of a Healthy Lifestyle

Before diving into specific tips, it's crucial to understand why a healthy lifestyle is essential for working ladies. Balancing work and health not only improves physical well-being but also enhances mental clarity and productivity. Striking this balance is key to achieving overall success in both personal and professional realms.

Nutrition Tips

The foundation of any successful weight loss journey lies in a well-balanced diet. For working ladies, opting for nutrient-dense foods is vital. Include a variety of fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains in your meals. These foods provide sustained energy, keeping you fueled throughout the day.

Time Management

Effective time management is the linchpin of maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Schedule your workouts as you would any other important task. Whether it's a brisk walk during lunch breaks or a quick home workout before heading to the office, prioritizing exercise is crucial.

Incorporating Exercise into the Routine

Gone are the days when a workout meant spending hours at the gym. Working women can embrace various forms of exercise that fit seamlessly into their routines. From quick HIIT sessions to yoga or even a simple dance routine at home, the options are diverse and flexible.

Stress Management

Stress is a common companion in the professional world, and it often correlates with weight gain. Incorporating stress-relief techniques, such as meditation or deep breathing exercises, can significantly contribute to maintaining a healthy weight.

Sleep Hygiene

Adequate sleep is often underrated in weight loss journeys. Ensure you prioritize quality sleep, aiming for 7-9 hours each night. Quality sleep not only aids in weight management but also positively impacts overall well-being.

Hydration

Staying hydrated is fundamental for weight loss. Drinking water not only supports metabolism but also helps control hunger. Carry a reusable water bottle and make a conscious effort to meet your daily hydration goals.

Smart Snacking

Combat mid-day cravings with smart snack choices. Opt for snacks rich in protein and fiber, such as nuts, yogurt, or fresh fruits. Avoid sugary and processed snacks that provide a temporary energy boost but lead to crashes later on.

Social Support

Don't underestimate the power of social support. Share your fitness goals with friends, family, or colleagues. Having a support system can provide motivation and accountability.

Mindful Eating

Practicing mindful eating involves being present during meals, savoring each bite, and recognizing hunger and fullness cues. This approach fosters a healthier relationship with food, contributing to weight management.

Desk Exercises

For those with desk-bound jobs, incorporating simple exercises at the desk can make a significant difference. Stretching, leg lifts, or seated twists can help break up long periods of sitting.

Setting Realistic Goals

Set achievable and realistic weight loss goals. Small, gradual changes are more sustainable and lead to long-term success. Focus on progress rather than perfection.

Celebrating Small Wins

Acknowledge and celebrate every achievement, no matter how small. Whether it's reaching a workout milestone or choosing a healthy meal, recognizing these victories boosts motivation.

Conclusion

Achieving weight loss as a working lady is undoubtedly challenging, but with dedication and smart choices, it's entirely possible. By prioritizing nutrition, exercise, stress management, and adequate sleep, working women can attain a healthier lifestyle while excelling in their professional endeavors.

FAQs:

Can I lose weight without going to the gym?

Absolutely! There are various at-home workout options and outdoor activities that can contribute to weight loss.

How important is sleep in the weight loss journey?

Quality sleep is crucial for weight management as it influences hormones that regulate hunger and satiety.

What are some quick and healthy snack ideas for busy working women?

Nuts, Greek yogurt, and fresh fruit are excellent choices for quick and healthy snacks.

How can I stay motivated throughout my weight loss journey?

Set realistic goals, track your progress, and enlist the support of friends or family to stay motivated.

Is it okay to indulge in treats occasionally?

Yes, occasional treats are acceptable. The key is moderation and balance in your overall diet.

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A Registered Dietician's 6 Tips for Drinking More Water

Water is essential for life and is used by your body for a variety of basic bodily functions including regulation of body temperature. Even though many of know this, it's easy to forget to drink water. For this article, we will briefly explore the most practical and easy tips to help you stay on top of it and reap the numerous benefits of adequate hydration. 1. Carry a reusable water bottle Purchasing a reusable bottle is a simple, effective way to ensure you have water conveniently by your side throughout the day. You can bring it to work, running errands, hitting the gym, and more. Just make sure you keep your water bottles filled. Having a water bottle by your side throughout the day serves as a reminder to stay hydrated. There are a variety of water bottles available on the market that can fit a variety of preferences (size, color etc.). Not only that, some water bottles have volume markers to help you track your fluid intake throughout the day! 2. Set a schedule With how busy life gets, setting specific times to drink water can help you establish a nice hydration routine. For example, you could consider including water breaks into a daily schedule or better yet make sure you drink a glass of water before each meal. It may also help you to set hourly reminders on your phone or watch. This structured approach helps make hydration a regular habit. 3. Infuse your water with flavor Sometimes, plain water is also plain boring! Instead of grabbing sugary sports drinks or other beverages, spice it up by infusing your water with fruit and herbs. Sometimes adding slices of cucumber, mint, ginger, or berries can add some flavor without adding a ton of added calories or artificial sweeteners. It also may help you stay away from sugary drinks. Experimenting with these different combinations can be also be quite fun. 4. Use a water tracking app It may also be challenging to stay on top of hydration when you're not sure how much you should drink. Try out using an app on your phone or smart watch that helps you track your water intake. It can help you set daily goals, set reminders and monitor progress. This can be a different, but fun interactive way to stay hydrated since it may also motivate you to reach your daily fluid needs. 5. Drink sparkling or mineral water Similar to adding infusing your water with fruit to add flavor to your water, sparkling water might be just what you need to keep water enticing! Particularly if you're trying to replace soda, but miss the carbonation, sparkling water can be incorporated to help you reduce your sugary beverage intake but also stay on top of daily hydration. 5. Eat water-rich foods In addition to drinking water, you can boost your hydration by incorporating water-rich foods into your diet. Fruits and vegetables like watermelon, cucumber, celery, and oranges have high water content, contributing to your overall fluid intake. Snacking on these foods is not only tasty but also a smart and healthy way to stay hydrated. 6. Make it a social activity Staying hydrated can be a team effort. Encourage your friends, family, or colleagues to join you in drinking more water. Having a hydration buddy can provide motivation and make the process more enjoyable. You can even turn it into a friendly competition to see who can meet their daily water goals first. More drinking water tips: - The Definitive Guide to Hydration for a Healthier You - What a Nutritionist Says About Drinking Water During Fasting - How Much Water You Really Need Daily, Plus a Calculator Conclusion Incorporating these tips into your daily routine can make a significant impact on your overall health and well-being. Remember, staying hydrated is a lifestyle choice that results in increased energy, improved focus, and better overall health. So, grab that water bottle, set your goals, and embark on a journey to a more hydrated and healthier you! Read the full article

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Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller Review

Navigating the bustling world with not one, but two children can be quite a challenge - one that the Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller is built to conquer. Boasting a host of smart features designed to accommodate your growing family, this double stroller claims to be a game-changer for parents on the move.  As a seasoned pediatrician and mother of two, I'll be examining every nook and cranny of the Ready2Grow LX 2.0, covering its safety features, comfort level, storage capacity, and ease of use. Join me as we explore if this Graco creation truly makes the cut as an essential tool in your parenting arsenal. Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller Features Smooth Ride for Little Ones The Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller offers a smooth and comfortable ride for your little ones. The stroller is designed with quality materials and features, ensuring a pleasant experience for both you and your children. The sturdy construction and efficient suspension system contribute to a smooth ride, even on uneven surfaces or rough terrain. Your children will enjoy a comfortable journey, allowing them to relax or nap while you go about your activities. Secure and Comfortable Seats Safety and comfort are paramount when it comes to strollers, and the Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller excels in both areas. The seats are well-padded and spacious, providing a cozy environment for your children. The five-point harness system keeps them securely strapped in, ensuring their safety during rides. The stroller also offers multiple seating positions, allowing you to adjust the seats according to your children's preferences and needs. Convenient and Versatile Features The Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller is packed with convenient and versatile features that make it a valuable asset for busy parents. The stroller includes two stroller seats, a bench seat, and a standing platform, providing multiple options as your family grows. This versatility allows you to customize the stroller based on your children's age and preferences. The close-to-you rear seat facilitates easy interaction and bonding with your baby, while the bench seat and standing platform cater to your independent toddler's needs. Compatibility and Ease of Use One of the standout features of the Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller is its compatibility with Graco infant car seats. The stroller is designed to accept two car seats simultaneously, making it an excellent choice for parents of twins or children close in age. This compatibility provides convenience and eliminates the need for separate travel systems. Additionally, the stroller's compact fold and lightweight design make it easy to transport and store, ensuring hassle-free mobility. Ample Storage Space Parents know the importance of having sufficient storage space when out and about with their children, and the Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller addresses this need. The stroller features a large storage basket beneath the seats, offering ample room to carry essentials such as diapers, wipes, snacks, toys, and more. This generous storage capacity reduces the need for additional bags or backpacks, allowing you to keep everything organized and within reach. Frequently Asked Questions about the Graco Ready2Grow LX 2.0 Double Stroller The front seat can hold a child weighing up to 50 lbs, while the rear seat has a weight limit of 40 lbs. Both seats can accommodate infants. The stroller can hold two Graco infant car seats simultaneously, making it suitable for twins or siblings close in age. Yes, the stroller folds easily and compactly, making it convenient for storage and transportation. It folds like a single stroller despite having two seats. Yes, the stroller is designed for smooth and comfortable rides. It offers efficient suspension and maneuverability, allowing for easy pushing and turning. Your Guide to the Best Strollers at AdviserBaby At AdviserBaby, we aim to provide the best resources for parents when it comes to the safety and comfort of their little ones. Among these are our thorough and reliable stroller reviews. We understand that every family has unique needs, which is why we've carefully curated lists for every situation. Here are some of our top recommendations: - Luxury Twin Stroller: For parents of twins, our list of luxury twin strollers can't be missed. These strollers combine high-end design and optimum functionality for a superior strolling experience. - Best Wagon Stroller for All-Terrain: Exploring the outdoors with your child can be an enjoyable experience with the right stroller. Our selection of the best all-terrain wagon strollers ensures a smooth ride on various types of surfaces. - Best Rated Double Stroller: If you're searching for a stroller that can accommodate two kids, our top-rated double strollers are worth considering. These strollers are celebrated for their durability, versatility, and ease of use. Explore these pages to find the perfect stroller that meets your family's specific requirements. Enjoy the journey with the peace of mind that your child's comfort and safety are prioritized. Read the full article

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Modern Comfort and Convenience: A Stay at Ginger Hotels Vapi

Ginger Hotels is a trusted name in the hospitality industry in India, known for providing smart, efficient, and affordable accommodation options to budget-conscious travellers. As a brand under the Tata Group, Ginger Hotels adheres to the highest standards of quality and service, ensuring that every guest has a comfortable and enjoyable stay.

With over 40 properties across India, Ginger Hotels offers a wide range of accommodation options, including hotels, resorts, and serviced apartments. The brand's focus on smart basics means that guests can enjoy all the necessary amenities and services without having to pay exorbitant prices.

Ginger Hotels in Vapi near railway station are perfect example of the brand's commitment to providing affordable yet comfortable accommodation. These hotels offer a range of amenities, including fitness centres, meeting rooms, and multi-cuisine restaurants, making them ideal for both business and leisure travellers.

Located in the heart of the city and near the railway station, these hotels provide easy access to popular attractions and transport hubs, making them convenient options for travellers. With positive customer reviews praising the hotels' modern and stylish rooms, comfortable beds, and excellent location, Ginger Hotels in Vapi and near the railway station are the perfect choice for those seeking affordable yet comfortable accommodation in India.

The multi-cuisine restaurant at Ginger Hotel Vapi is a treat for food lovers. It offers a range of delectable dishes that cater to different tastes and preferences. 

The multi-cuisine restaurant at the hotel is a food lover's paradise, offering an extensive menu that caters to different palates. Whether guests crave spicy Indian curries or mild Chinese stir-fries, the restaurant has something for everyone. The chefs at the restaurant use only the freshest and high-quality ingredients to prepare each dish, ensuring that guests enjoy an authentic culinary experience. The restaurant's elegant decor and cosy ambiance make it an ideal place for a romantic dinner or a family celebration.The restaurant serves both Indian and international cuisines, and the chefs use only the freshest ingredients to prepare each dish. Guests can also visit the hotel's coffee shop, which is the perfect spot for a quick bite or a refreshing beverage. The coffee shop offers a wide variety of snacks, sandwiches, pastries, and cakes, along with freshly brewed coffee and tea. The shop's casual atmosphere is perfect for catching up with friends or colleagues, or for simply relaxing and enjoying a good book.

Apart from these amenities, Ginger Hotel Vapi also offers round-the-clock room service, laundry service, and a 24-hour front desk. The hotel staff is courteous and attentive, ensuring that guests have a comfortable and enjoyable stay. The hotel's central location makes it easy for guests to explore the city's attractions and landmarks. The hotel is also easily accessible from the railway station and bus stand, making it a convenient choice for travellers. 

In addition to the comfortable rooms, Ginger Hotel near Vapi Railway Station offers a range of amenities to make guests' stays even more enjoyable. The hotel's fitness centre is equipped with modern equipment and provides an excellent space for guests to work out and stay in shape. The hotel's meeting rooms are perfect for business travellers who need a place to conduct meetings or host events. The rooms are equipped with the latest audio-visual equipment and can accommodate up to 100 guests. The hotel's staff is friendly and courteous, ensuring that guests have a comfortable and stress-free stay. In addition to the comfortable rooms, Ginger Hotel near Vapi Railway Station offers a range of amenities to make guests' stays even more enjoyable. The hotel's fitness centre is equipped with modern equipment and provides an excellent space for guests to work out and stay in shape. The hotel's meeting rooms are perfect for business travellers who need a place to conduct meetings or host events. The rooms are equipped with the latest audio-visual equipment and can accommodate up to 100 guests.

Ginger Hotel in Vapi and near Vapi Railway Station has received a lot of positive feedback from guests who have stayed there. One of the most praised aspects of the hotel is its modern and stylish rooms. Guests have noted that the rooms are spacious, well-designed, and equipped with comfortable beds that guarantee a good night's sleep. Many guests have also appreciated the in-room amenities, including LCD TVs, work desks, and free Wi-Fi.

Another aspect that guests have praised is the hotel's excellent amenities. The fitness centre has been highly regarded, with many guests commenting on the modern equipment and spacious workout area. The hotel's meeting rooms have also received praise, with many business travellers appreciating the state-of-the-art facilities and the attentive staff who assist with event planning and logistics. 

The hotel's location has also been highlighted by guests as a positive aspect. Being located in the heart of the city, it is within easy reach of many local attractions, restaurants, and shopping centres. The proximity to the railway station has also been praised, making it a convenient option for guests arriving by train. 

Ginger Hotels in Vapi and near Vapi Railway Station are excellent choices for travellers looking for affordable accommodation without compromising on quality and comfort. The hotels offer an array of amenities, including fitness centres, meeting rooms, and multi-cuisine restaurants. With their modern and stylish rooms, comfortable beds, and excellent location, Ginger Hotels are the perfect choice for both business and leisure travellers. Book your stay today and experience the best of Ginger Hotels in Vapi.

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FULL NAME: Lysander Kaius Ridgeway

NICKNAMES: Sander, Ridge, Tater Chip

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Mad Hatter ( Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland ), Flynn Rider ( Tangled ), Stiles Stilinski ( Teen Wolf ), Jesper Fahey ( Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows ), Crowley ( Good Omens ), Lysander ( A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2019) ), Puck ( A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2019) ) , Clark Kent (Superman) , Mo Folchart ( Inkheart ), Gilbert Blythe ( Anne of Green Gables ).

FACE CLAIM: Kit Young

GENDER: Male (he/him/his)

AGE: Twenty-nine

SPECIES: Familiar ( animial form is a black Oriental Shorthair cat )

OCCUPATION: Mortician

LIVES IN: Sycamore Hills

PERSONALITY TRAITS: + 1. Silly 2. Loyal 3. Gentle 4. Hard-working - 1. Sardonic 2. Single-Minded 3. Stubborn 4. Glib INTEL

Their Priorities: of course, priorities do change as you grow and that is true for Sander. His current priorities tend to lean towards his current life choices. His parents don’t know about his job. While he went to school to be a mortician, his parents believe that he went to business school. He hasn’t told them the truth because he knows that they would think it was far too dark and inappropriate of a job for someone with his family’s standing in the city. So, TLDR, his current priority is keeping his job a secret so they won’t make his life more difficult.

Muse’s soft spot: The odd ones, the weirdos, the square peg living in a round hole society. At any given time he could be mistaken for a mother duck with his weird little ducklings following along behind him. He’s a mom friend in every way imaginable, including having snacks handy for anyone that might need them.

Greatest strength: While there are some that may consider him to be as dumb as a box of rocks, that’s far from true. He’s actually incredibly intelligent; book smart if not all that street smart, and he’s learned that you can get away with quite a bit when people think you’re stupid.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: He feels as if his species makes him quite vulnerable to the outside world; whether it be witches looking for that extra power he could give them or hunters that wish anyone supernatural ill will. Sander has heard horror stories from his parents about when they all took things from their kind; more than was freely given and how it negatively effected them all. He isn’t sure if this was a horror story his family used to keep the young ones in line or if there’s truth there, but he can’t be too careful, not in Los Santos, especially.

Muse’s secret: 1. He’s a lover at heart. He’s had a crush on the same person for as long as he can remember and even though they’re both grown up, nothing has changed. 2. His parents don’t know he’s a mortician. 3. he uses his humor to hide the fact that he has the potential to be incredibly dangerous. Hobbies: 1. Shooting at the gun range 2. Reading/collecting books 3. Death Education 4. Singing/making music 5. watching askamortician on the youtube

Things they love: 1. Teaching people they have options after death besides burial and cremation 2. Despite the secrets he keeps from them and the annoying way they helicopter parent, he loves his family. They’re good people, strong, and he loves them even though things aren’t always the easiest with them. 3. Live theater ( both performing and going to see shows live ) 4. Science fiction movies/shows 5. The person they’re crushing on ( that they love (???) ) Pet Peeves: 1. Pushy people who interrupt his work flow 2. When people touch his things; especially his good pens and pencils. 3. People who shit talk the LGBTQ+ community to him not realizing he’s the ‘B” in the acronym 4. Banning books. If you don’t want children reading certain things…. Be a damn parent 5. People who take the good things in their lives for granted

MUSE AESTHETICS  ◇messy book shelves◇ steaming hot cups of tea◇old text books

CONNECTIONS ◇ Friends of assorted closeness ( feel free to assume relationships ) Love Interest: This is the person Sander has been in love with for all his life. He has yet to tell them but their relationship is tight and they probably know he cares about them more than he lets on tbh. ( message my blog/discord to chat before applying) FC SUGGESTIONS: Jack Wolfe, Lucas Till, Amita Suman, Mia Goth

Assorted Family Members: Especially his big sister Enemies/people who are put off by him: this could literally be anyone considering how he is the way he is ( feel free to assume relationships/message me to chat )

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The Benefits of a Meal Preparation Service

Whether you're looking for an easier way to prepare meals or a new way to try out a variety of recipes, a meal preparation service can be a great option. These services offer ready-to-eat food delivered directly to your door, making it simple to save time and energy in the kitchen without sacrificing taste or nutrition.

A meal preparation service provides a variety of healthy options that are prepared by a chef or other professional. They often include dishes that meet dietary restrictions, including low-FODMAP and gluten-free options.

They also focus on the health benefits of whole foods, avoiding high-fat and processed ingredients that can wreak havoc on your digestive system. This helps customers improve their gut health and longevity, which can lead to better overall health and improved well-being. For more useful reference regarding looking for a meal prep service, have a peek here.

Meal prep companies can be a great option for anyone who wants to reduce the time spent on cooking and increase their chances of sticking with a healthier diet. They can also help reduce food waste and make it more affordable to eat healthy. Read more great facts on best keto meal prep, click here.

Some services offer multiple ways to cook and reheat your meals, allowing you to choose how and when you eat them. Some services even have customizable meal plans so you can pick the meals that work best for your dietary preferences and lifestyle.

This is a convenient option for busy families that can't find the time to cook every night or need extra meals on hand during busy periods. It's also a smart option for seniors who aren't keen on prepping and cooking, but want to maintain a healthier diet.

The best meal preparation service for you depends on your dietary needs and preferences, as well as your food budget and availability of time in the kitchen. Check out our list of the top meal delivery services to find a plan that's right for you!

A good prepared meal delivery service will be able to offer a variety of menu options and catering to special dietary needs, such as vegetarian, vegan, or ketogenic. They will also be able to accommodate your budget, as most of these services are priced per serving.

Many of these services have flexible delivery schedules, so you can decide how often you'd like to receive your meals. Some companies even offer a free trial for new members.

These meals are prepared by a team of culinary experts and delivered to your door. They usually offer breakfast, lunch, and dinner options, as well as snacks and desserts. They may also have different pricing for specific dietary restrictions, such as gluten-free or low-FODMAP.

Some of these services require you to assemble and cook the meals on your own, while others provide instructions and tools for you to follow. Generally, these services are more expensive than meal kits, but they're worth it if you want to save time and effort in the kitchen.

Meal delivery kits are the best option if you want to learn how to cook a variety of dishes and make sure they're nutritious. They take the stress out of meal prep and allow you to explore new ingredients, cooking techniques, and recipes that you might not otherwise have access to. They can also be a good choice for those who need assistance with their diet, as they're prepared by experts and accompanied by a nutritional analysis. Please view this site https://www.wikihow.com/Meal-Plan for further details.

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Christmas Gifts for Clients That Deliver Festive Good Feelings

Christmas does not have a season. “It’s a sensation,” It is a lovely time when family and friends are surprised with loving gestures and thoughtful gifts, making them feel extra special. Our corporate ties are just as important as our extended family when it comes to family, too. Therefore, it is crucial that you consider corporate gifting. As Christmas is all about spreading happiness, and dazzling clients and consumers with lovely gifts.

Buy Corporate Gifts From Corporate Gifts Manufacturers in Delhi

Once again, it’s that time of year when you curl up in bed and the travel season begins. The holiday season of Christmas is about to come to an end, no matter how freezing it is outside. the celebration of eating delicious foods and giving and receiving gifts from our loved ones to show our appreciation and affection.

Christmas cheer is not just for our families to enjoy at home. However, we also share this excitement with our customers.

And let’s say you are a business owner or in charge of supervising a talented crew. In that case, Christmas Eve is the ideal occasion to show your gratitude to your clients and coworkers.

However, buying presents might be challenging, especially if you have to buy Christmas gifts for clients. Here, you must be careful to hang up the ideal customer gift without burning a hole in your wallet.

The best business presents make a positive impression and support the growth of solid, enduring commercial ties. Anyone may send a gift basket, but to truly create an impression, it requires thoughtfulness and the ideal item.

Here are some great Christmas gift ideas to brighten your client’s spirits this holiday season and to aid you in making the right choice.

Customized mug

Add a client’s name or your company logo to a reusable coffee cup. For safer shipping, pick a premium model with tempered glass that won’t break and a lid that won’t leak. For a modest cost, many businesses create personalized mugs and tumblers so that their customers can drink from a cup that suits them.

Sweet delights

Get the recipient a selection of delectable snacks. This can contain homemade cookies, a celebration cake, or specialty chocolate from a nearby store. To further personalize this gift, you might discover the recipient’s favorite treat. This works well during the holiday or client appreciation seasons.

Delicious food samples

Think about buying gourmet meal samples. You may assemble a variety of samples for the recipient to sample. To demonstrate your company’s involvement in the neighborhood, think about obtaining samples from nearby retailers. Once you have collected the samples, you can put them in a basket to make the present look nice.

Coffee or Tea Kit

A kit including coffee beans, tea leaves, biscuits, and a corporate mug is a handy option if your recipients enjoy coffee or tea. Working with nearby coffee roasters to create these gifts also demonstrates your support for the neighborhood. This is a smart gift because it has reusable and single-use goods that recipients can use more than once.

Gift cards

With a gift card, you can encourage your clients or customers to go out for a romantic evening. If you go this route, make sure the present is unique rather than generic. When delivering a gift to numerous people, gift cards are also a great option.

Flowers

 A bunch of flowers makes a lovely gift. Clients can display flowers as lovely gift. This action demonstrates your concern for your clients both inside and outside of the office.

A journal or diary

Give your employees notebooks so they can write down their ideas. Buy them a high-quality journal with spaces for each stage of the brainstorming process. It is possible to encourage the employee to hold brainstorming sessions in the journal.

If your company works with other businesses, they would benefit from a journal to organize their days. Thanks to your logo on the cover, they’ll think of you each time they use it.

Plants

Plants are useful in the client’s space since they encourage calm. A small amount of greenery breaks up the monotony of life and the environment. Additionally, plants purify the air. The points presented above demonstrate that plants make excellent corporate gifts.

Give your clients succulent plants in miniature gift boxes. Succulents are the finest plants for this kind of setting because they require minimum maintenance. With only a modest amount of water, the plant can last for months.

Health-related or fitness-related gifts

Since it’s uncommon for companies to send their customers’ fitness gifts, this one stands out. This is one of the most thoughtful business gifts you could ever give a client, which is intriguing. It shows them that you care about and support their objectives and general well-being.

Bags

Branded backpacks make fantastic corporate presents due to their adaptability and use. Whether your clients use them frequently for the office or only while vacationing, everyone will eventually need a branded bag. Choose from a variety of styles and sizes depending on whether you want a traditional backpack or a compact drawstring bag. As an added bonus, think about incorporating more corporate apparel or food in the backpack you supply.

Leather-based goods

A gift is a selfless act of service given to the people you care about. It has no particular value other than the joy of the donor in giving it. It should be kept as safe and treasured as possible. Given its varied applications and unique features, leather makes a wonderful gift.

Make sure it will be useful to them. Even if it’s not expensive, it should be a gift they’ll appreciate and that adds value to their life.

Giving presents has always been fun, both for the giver and the recipient.

Giving a client a gift can be difficult, and there are many factors to consider when purchasing Christmas gifts for clients.

The relationship between the organization and its clients, as well as the present, is meant to be acceptable in a professional atmosphere.