#‧͙ ⊹ ˚˖· •̩̩͙* ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᶦⁿᵏ ᵈʳᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʸʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᶜʳᵘᶜᶦᶠʸ ᵐᵉ ￣￣ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ

[hcrctic]

*⁺ ‧͙ ˚ . *⋆ 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 ━━ 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑖𝑔. 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠.

❝bitch, i said what i said.❞

[hcrctic]

"Everything you say is sounding so sweet, but do you practice everything that you preach?"

[hcrctic]

The Maddest Woman Westview Had Ever Seen — Open for anyone. "Grief is a powerful thing.." Wanda looks at the person in front of her, sitting in a hidden table in a busy cafe. A pair of hot drinks in front of them, her mug filled with hibiscus and ginger tea, was now being held with both hands, taking a sip before continuing. "I lost everyone I loved, first my parents, then my brother, then my lover.. a lover that I had plans with, he had plans with me, he had bought a plot of land to start our family.. and everything was ripped away from me, so I... disassociated, to put it simply." Her eyes were now glued to the mug, just absentmindedly observing the warmth coming out of it. "I had a marvelous time ruining everything.." A small smile could be seen on her lips as she confessed her feelings, somewhat mixed with the guilt. "Don't get me wrong, I never meant to do any harm, but when I found out I was doing everything, I couldn't stop myself.. I tried.." She looks up at them. "But it was my shot at happiness.."

[hcrctic]

I Don't Want You As A Best Friend — Open to male muses.

That late afternoon she was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing the beautiful dress that she had bought for one purpose only.. for him to take it off. She wasn’t going to let him know until tonight, in front of friends and acquaintances, of course, after all, he hadn’t made a move on her, so was he really interested?

A couple of hours later the party had already started, cocktails were everywhere and in everyone’s system, and some of their teammates and acquaintances were talking around the many tables of the venue; she had been talking to some of her friends for a long while, and as one of them finished their witty story she noticed her glass was empty, so she stood up to go to the bar, excusing herself, and asking if anyone wanted something, which all declined. Spotting the familiar face, Wanda makes her way to his table strategically walking behind him, approaching her lips against his ear and softly whispered, “I only bought this dress so you could take it off..” her lips curve into a small smirk, then directs her gaze towards the table, gives everyone a cheeky wink and a little wave before walks towards the bar, the smile still on her lips still.

[hcrctic]

Keep On Pretending Pretty Girl —Open to female muses.

She saw her walking in the bar they were meeting for girl's night, and her heart stopped a bit, she was so pretty, even though she had said she didn't feel like it. As she greeted her with a kiss in the cheek, she felt her lips linger just a little longer than usual; was it her? or was just her imagination? She shook off the feeling, as their other friends stated to appear in the establishment, and soon the drinks start coming, mostly from guys around trying to get their attention, so they just acted pretty, maybe danced with them, gave them the attention they crave. Soon enough in the middle of the dance floor, when they were dancing with a crew of guys that had approached them with drinks, she stopped dancing with the guy she was and came to Wanda with a smile. Brief touching, soft grips, brushing against each other; she couldn't handle the attention she was getting from her, from her best friend, and then it happened, a kiss, and not a brief one, a hungry, needy kiss. Her eyes went wide, but she blamed on the alcohol. Of course, she wouldn't remember afterwards. Then, the girl approached her ear, whispering softly. "You know, if I was going to, you would be the one I'd try.."

[hcrctic]

your muse just texted wanda after she had informed them she was taking a well-deserved solo trip, they could be dating or not, up to you — Open to any muses.

[ babe ❤ ]: i just got to the hotel [ babe ❤ ]: the airport was a mess! [ babe ❤ ]: but well, here's proof i'm here. [ babe ❤ ]: 📷

[hcrctic]

— male muses only; ex-lovers now acquaintances. As she sat down in that small cafe, a cup of joe in hand as she looked at the person in front of her, she finally spoke, "But we were something, don't you think so?" Wanda gave him a small smile, before looking down at the cup in front of her, "And if my wishes came true, it would've been you." She finally raises the cup and takes a sip; why was she there at that exact moment as him in that cafe, and now talking about what ifs? Fate is a witch sometimes.

[hcrctic]

"You know I hate to say it, but, I told you so" — Open to female muses.

Who would think you would meet her back again in a messy place like New York on a random weekday night, walking towards you holding hands with a man, and laughing without a care in the world? Who would guess that her laugh would abruptly stop as soon as your eyes locked while strutting that busy sidewalk, and she would turn her head around to look at you as you passed? Not you. A cold feeling ran down your body as she kept walking with her significant other. At the same time, you stood there, phone in hand, texting your friends you'll meet for dinner, heart racing as you tried to steady your thoughts as they yelled that you still liked her, and for a cruel second you wished you were next to her, but then somebody taps on your shoulder and calls you out of your trance; one of your friends just got there and they ushered you to the trendy Mexican restaurant in Times Square, your mind just ignoring what happened a second ago, as you walked up the stairs to get to the bar area of the restaurant, and excused yourself to go to the restrooms. As you entered, she was in front of the mirror, locking eyes with you again.

[hcrctic]

"i'm looking for a man in x-men, big claws, six-two, brown eyes."

[hcrctic]

We Were Something, Don't You Think So? — Open to male muses.

Being inside a restaurant on her own was enjoyable for her, after all the ruckus of her superhero life, being able to blend in was perfect for her. As her food arrived and she disposed to eat, someone tapped on her shoulder. She looks up just to feel her heart stopping in that second. She hid it with a welcoming grin and greeted him, asking him to take a seat and eat with her, which he accepted. After he ordered, and she had her second glass of wine in hand, she decided to talk about the lingering subject that was looming between them, “But we were something, don’t you think so?” Wanda gave him a small smile, “And if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.” She finally raises the glass and takes a sip, her mind wondering why was she there at that exact moment as him in that restaurant, why was fate so cruel, she would never know.

[hcrctic]

How Did It End? — Open to anyone.

Oh, it felt like dying, like her body had left to rot and the autopsy she was subjected to had problems as her heart was rotted and it had been less of a day she died. But she had to put a good face, a great face. No one needed to know her marriage to him was over, that he had filed for divorce because he had fell for someone else, him, who told her he was going to love her until the day he died, does this means he's dead now? How many lies had he told her? He wanted the house, the wife, the kids, but it wasn't with her, he gave her no promise, no ring. Wanda's mind was in shambles, overthinking, overriding, over.. it was over. "Huh?—No, I'm fine. We're fine, we're okay."

[hcrctic]

— open to any stephen strange; the fucking closure/friendship they should've have after mom, i'm looking at you webb!

Wanda sits on the couch, in front of her was an apologetic Stephen Strange, and as she focused on his words, her eyes met his hands; they twitched and trembled. She reaches out, placing them between her palms, thumbs caressing them; she didn’t knew why, but being around him was soothing her soul.

“Stephen, stop..” She said, forest green irises lift up, locking with his ocean blue ones. “You’re here.. And even though the way we resolved things wasn’t the best, it helped me to understand and comprehend the innate powers in me.. the one after the loss of the twins wasn’t me.. — she takes a deep breath, looking down at their hands — now, I’ve tamed her.. and its alright..”

[hcrctic]

— any muses; "exes" that sometimes fuck.

she reached for her phone, and scrolled down for a minute; sooner than later her hands hands glided towards the text app, and she clicked on the keyboard rather fast. [ REDACTED ]: seeing you tonight [ REDACTED ]: is a bad idea, right? a smirk drew on her peachy lips before locking the phone and waits for an answer.

[hcrctic]

— open to male/female; new years eve party in the tower. New Year's eve, 2023; the party in the Tower was in full swing, everyone was on the rooftop, drinking, eating, dancing, talking. It seemed that it was going to be a bright new start for the next year. As Tony would may, he had gotten almost every famous DJ he could book, Steve Aoki, Calvin Harris, David Guetta, and they were pumping up the people on the dance floor, Wanda included; she was in the middle of the dance floor, drink in hand, her short dress adorned with big red sequins was mesmerizing, she was like a mirrorball, everyone was watching her as she was vibing to One Kiss. Soon as the DJ muted the song, and you could hear everyone singing in unison: 🎶ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES, FALLING IN LOVE WITH ME, POSSIBILITIES, I LOOK LIKE ALL YOU NEED!🎶

And as she was singing she couldn't take her eyes from the person she was dancing with; after all, possibilities, no? A small smile appears on her lips, and takes a sip before she continues dancing and jumping; this was going to be a great start to a new year.

[hcrctic]

— male muses only; ex-lovers now acquaintances. As she sat down in that small cafe, a cup of joe in hand as she looked at the person in front of her, she finally spoke, "But we were something, don't you think so?" Wanda gave him a small smile, before looking down at the cup in front of her, "And if my wishes came true, it would've been you." She finally raises the cup and takes a sip; why was she there at that exact moment as him in that cafe, and now talking about what ifs? Fate is a witch sometimes.

[hcrctic]

— open "oh, but i got smarter — she smirks, tilting her head to a side — got harder in the nick of time.. Honey, haven't you heard? i rose up from the dead, — a laugh escaped her lips — I do it all the time."