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Starter Call :

Like this post if you want a starter from Wanda

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send in " nodding off... " for the exhausted sender to fall asleep against the receiver's shoulder, and for the receiver's response to this.

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Send me ⛈ for my muse’s reaction to finding yours hiding during a thunder storm

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"sounds perfect. It still counts as a night in when portals.are used, right."

Name: Wanda Maximoff

Age: in her early 30's

Do you like to cuddle?: Absolutely, cuddles are the nicest

Can we make-out?: If you can live with certain nervous burtsts of chaos magic

A night in or dinner out?: Night in with an evening walk to get dessert

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: chocolate covered strawberries

What makes you a good Valentine?: I could rip your reality appart... but I like you so I don't... I might be a little out of practise with flirting. But I make good conversation.

Would you cook for me?: Yes! I am an excellent cook and would absolutely be up for cooking as long as I you keep me company.

Would you let me cook for you?: If you are willing ansolutely

VALENTINE’S DAY APPLICATION

"Sounds wonderful. Pick you up at eight?"

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"You looked like you could use a good meal." Wanda stated, looking around the small area. She had conjured it up out of thin air behind the pillar. One of the many traits she had discovered her chaos magic could do without ripping the universe apart.

She was wearing a rediculous apron with the cafés brand printed on the side. A negative when the whole world thought you were dead and you were running from mountains of guilt. Reinventing one's self was harder then it looked. Especially when one essentially tried to stay away from their powers.

"I haven't seen you around. New in town? That's on me by the way. So don't worry."

Bringing them food.

Unspoken Fluff Starters

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Logan had to smile at the way this woman simply wandered over to his table with a grin and a sandwich. He wasn't having a very good day, so it genuinely felt welcome and surprising.

At least this meant he didn't look scary or give off putting vibes to anyone when he dared venture out and about.

"Thank you." He offered the seat across from him as well, should she decide to share his company. Only now that he saw the sandwich and his bottled water did he realize he needed to eat. One of the many problems with some of his medications he was slowly coming off of was an appetite suppression.

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Get to know me, send me a symbol.

📱 Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

🕹 Video game you are currently playing

🌡 Fave season

🏫 Are you in school, what grade

 🎒 Are you in college, major area of study

🏢 Your job (You don’t have to be specific) or dream job if you don’t work

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

📅 Your birthday

🎂 How old are you

📏 How tall are you

🔑 Key to your heart

📖 Fave book

📝 Fave quote

🌐 Languages you can speak and/or are learning. Which are you fluent in

💻 Desktop/Laptop/iPad/other

📔 Do you keep a traditional diary

☠ Something that angers you

🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of

🌼 Fave flower

📺 Fave anime

🎥 Fave film

📻 Fave song currently

🎙 Can you sing

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

👾 Do you believe in aliens

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

⛪ What is your religion

🌎 What country do you live in

📸 Post a selfie

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COMFORTING WORDS

some comforting dialogue prompts. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛

hey… do you want to talk?

shh, sh. I’ve got you.

you’re alright.

would you like me to stay?

I’m not going anywhere.

is there anything I can do?

take a deep breath.

you can talk to me.

we don’t have to talk to me, if you don’t want to. we can just sit together.

it’s alright.

you’re safe with me.

you aren’t alone anymore.

do you want a blanket?

I’ll be here when you wake up.

I’ll just be in the other room.

are you alright by yourself?

do you want to come with me?

nothing can hurt you, here.

just relax.

we’re okay.

everything is fine.

we’re alone, now.

would you like something to eat/drink?

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"I did not expect to see you here." Wanda looked up crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at the intruder.

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Wanda waited, letting the words sink in. The mood wasn't meant to turn too heavy. The notion of someone thinking about her like that again, after vision... A fresh wave of grief filled her heart. A love lost so violently did not help her mental state, being reminded of it...

"The things I touch usually, they don't end well." There was that decrepid humor again, prepelled towards herself when someone showed her kindness. But she reached out anyways, taking one of his mangled hand, carefully not to hurt them.

He had lost loved ones too, they shared a story and Wanda smiled up at him. "I would love to go out. But you did promise me lunch and I am seriously starvin." She leaned up though, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. "Thank you, Stephen."

She raised her eyebrows at the sorcerer. "I doubt that." THe concept of somebody able to like her after all the things she had done... WOng was the Sorcerer Supreme, she had killed his wards, tortured others, held him captive. Somehow it was hard to believe someone could forgive this easily. "But yes, I did accuse him of being a babysitter. Last week I called him a prison guard so I would call that progress."

It had taken her weeks to even get out of her room, getting over the loss and grief and guilt she had felt to turn back into a functioning human being was hard. Her eyes were still tired, she was still pale and a little gaunt at places where weeks of not eating properly had melted away the flesh from her bones. Sometimes she still didn't feel like eating. Trusting Stephen enough to actually talk and get to know him had taken a whole different effort.

As they walked Wanda fell into a comfortable silence, she had learned that sometimes not talking was easier then trying to force words where there were none to be said. His question let her look up. "I do. It's not that I dream about them as their mother anymore it's more that I see them afraid. It's a moment playing over and over. I know you offered help, but I am not exactly ready to ask for it." SHe sighed, it was better not to talk about it. And wuite frankly, Wanda didn't want to.

When he asked her for a date... a real one her eyebrows raised. "are you serious?!

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"Quite the contrary, Strange. I thought your closet only consisted of one pair of wizard robes. There are magical means to clean them." She teased, raising her eyebrows in turn. It was a playful atmosphere, something Wanda hadn't expected from the usually more serious, closed off Sorcerer. At least that was how she had precieved him. Incredibly capable, but hard to read. Some of it was propably her fault. The sokovian wasn't always the easiest to get along with. "So how does your cloak handle laundry day?" Wanda asked, tilting her head curiously.

Wanda chuckled. "I didn't know you actually owned regular clothes. Aren't Sorcerer's supposed to only ever wear robes and flowy cloaks?" There was a soft tease in her accented voice, like she was making fun of Stephen Strange. "But the cardigan suits you."

(have a little ice breaker :)

One brow quirked with interest, a smirk at his lips at the discovery of her humour. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she possessed any, but rather that he hadn’t expected it to be directed at him.

“Even sorcerers have laundry days, Maximoff,” he answered, smirk growing wider. “Or did you think my closet consisted only of an endless row of wizard robes.”

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She whispered a quick curse in her mother tongue. She didn't mean to run in on him fresh out of the shower, still she hesitated for a moment, stunned by the surprise of a barely clothed Captain America. Missing the beat, Wanda turned around. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You weren't exactly making a sound... the door was locked I just came home." The witch was turning as red as her powers. When she caught the tone and actually understood that he was joking she looked back up, somehow surprised again to see him like that. "You know, next time you could actually get dressed in the bathroom."

“Oops” (have an icebreaker ^^)

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❝ Didn’t take you for the snooping kind, Wanda. ❞ What might be considered a jest came with not even an ounce of mirth, his voice flat, but anyone familiar with his peculiar sense of humor knew what the patriot implied. After all, he had just gotten out of the shower, hair damp and had a few droplets of water sliding upon steel of muscles.

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send ❤ to just. grab my muse and kiss the HELL out of them. just do it.

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Have you even had someone finish between your breasts?

"Well, wouldn't you like to know?" Wanda raised an eyebrow, playing a little coy.

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📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭

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She raised her eyebrows at the sorcerer. "I doubt that." THe concept of somebody able to like her after all the things she had done... WOng was the Sorcerer Supreme, she had killed his wards, tortured others, held him captive. Somehow it was hard to believe someone could forgive this easily. "But yes, I did accuse him of being a babysitter. Last week I called him a prison guard so I would call that progress."

It had taken her weeks to even get out of her room, getting over the loss and grief and guilt she had felt to turn back into a functioning human being was hard. Her eyes were still tired, she was still pale and a little gaunt at places where weeks of not eating properly had melted away the flesh from her bones. Sometimes she still didn't feel like eating. Trusting Stephen enough to actually talk and get to know him had taken a whole different effort.

As they walked Wanda fell into a comfortable silence, she had learned that sometimes not talking was easier then trying to force words where there were none to be said. His question let her look up. "I do. It's not that I dream about them as their mother anymore it's more that I see them afraid. It's a moment playing over and over. I know you offered help, but I am not exactly ready to ask for it." SHe sighed, it was better not to talk about it. And wuite frankly, Wanda didn't want to.

When he asked her for a date... a real one her eyebrows raised. "are you serious?!

"Going on Dates with your designated Guardian really doesn't count. You do a lot of fun things with Wong." She chuckled, rubbing at her eyes. It was a tired sort of gesture, like someone who was used to the exhaustion that came with a lack of sleep. "Are you trying to uncover a way to make the multiverse unfold? Because I'm pretty sure I can help you with that." Self-depravating jokes have become her go to coping mechanism of sorts. Wanda tried to hide behind humor more and more these days. It made the looks of distrust sting less.

"I don't just feel like it. I know everyone wants to run from me. And I don't blame them... What's with the gloves?" Wanda didn't want to talk about it. She never wanted to talk about it. Sleepless nights and nightmares was what the Witch deserved. After putting her own children... After putting another version of her children into a situation like this... after hurting all those people. It was a miracle that the Sanktum allowed her refuge. That the Avengers let her stay under the watchful eye of Stephen Strange. "Lunch sounds wonderful."

With a quick pulse of crimson energy, Wanda creates a red cardigan, dark jeans and a black shirt to match.

"There's an italian place on the edge of the Village. Found it on my supervised walk with Wong yesterday if you want to go and check it out."

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"Going on Dates with your designated Guardian really doesn't count. You do a lot of fun things with Wong." She chuckled, rubbing at her eyes. It was a tired sort of gesture, like someone who was used to the exhaustion that came with a lack of sleep. "Are you trying to uncover a way to make the multiverse unfold? Because I'm pretty sure I can help you with that." Self-depravating jokes have become her go to coping mechanism of sorts. Wanda tried to hide behind humor more and more these days. It made the looks of distrust sting less.

"I don't just feel like it. I know everyone wants to run from me. And I don't blame them... What's with the gloves?" Wanda didn't want to talk about it. She never wanted to talk about it. Sleepless nights and nightmares was what the Witch deserved. After putting her own children... After putting another version of her children into a situation like this... after hurting all those people. It was a miracle that the Sanktum allowed her refuge. That the Avengers let her stay under the watchful eye of Stephen Strange. "Lunch sounds wonderful."

With a quick pulse of crimson energy, Wanda creates a red cardigan, dark jeans and a black shirt to match.

"There's an italian place on the edge of the Village. Found it on my supervised walk with Wong yesterday if you want to go and check it out."

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Wanda sighed as she walked down the stairs of the New York Sanktum. Being here still felt wrong. People looked at her like she would rip them apart in an instant and sometimes Wanda didn't trust herself around them.

Nights were hard. She had nightmares of a life where she was still in the grasp of the Darkhold. A piece of herself would always be tied to it, she supposed.

"There you are." She found Stephen in the library. "Do you ever go out? I can't imagine spending your days with books alone would be much fun."

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Wanda sighed as she walked down the stairs of the New York Sanktum. Being here still felt wrong. People looked at her like she would rip them apart in an instant and sometimes Wanda didn't trust herself around them.

Nights were hard. She had nightmares of a life where she was still in the grasp of the Darkhold. A piece of herself would always be tied to it, she supposed.

"There you are." She found Stephen in the library. "Do you ever go out? I can't imagine spending your days with books alone would be much fun."