Another hint something's been off about Millie this summer...hm...I wonder?
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Ruth: Can we get ice cream after practice?
Wanda: Maybe, we'll see, okay?
Winifred: Hey Wanda, hi Ruth, is Millie home?
Wanda: Winifred, oh my goodness!
Mil's right inside; I'm so glad to see your face around here again.
You'll have to forgive her mess...she didn't start packing until today. I don't think it hit her she's really leaving until yesterday afternoon.
She's been so...up in her own head lately and well, you know how she gets at times...moody, dramatic...
But it's been different. I can't put my finger on it.
Winifred: Maybe she's just nervous for college?
Wanda: Hm, maybe.
You'd tell me if it was something else, right Winifred?
Winifred: Of course...
Ruth: Mama, we're gonna be late!
Wanda: Alright, alright, we're going. Go ahead and let yourself inside, Win.
Winifred: See you later, Ruth.
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playing with fire.
— buff firefighter!wanda x college student!reader
— summary: the 5 times you meet and the 1 time wanda lights a different kind of fire
— tags: pure fluff, major horniness, implied smut
— word count: 1,252 words
1. the first time you meet is late at night when there’s a fire in your dorm.
someone down the hall sets fire to their microwave trying to heat up a burrito. deeply asleep with fatigue from the week’s intense assessments, you don’t hear the screeching alarms.
without hesitation, a chilvarous wanda arrives at the scene and kicks down your door, carrying you out bridal style. wanda’s not complaining, not with the way you sleepily nuzzle into the safety of her neck.
through your sleepy haze you wonder who the buff woman carrying you out the building is, she smells like smoked cedar with faint hints of sea salt. you decide that you like this scent and the warmth that accompanies it.
2. you next meet at a sorority party gone wrong.
your friends get the stupid idea of trying fire breathing. the only thing you end up breathing though is clouds of smoke when your sorority house almost burns down. wanda arrives in the nick of time in her blaring red truck and douses the flames.
something else ignites within you though when you meet her properly for the first time, awake and certainly alert. you take in the sight of her breathless figure after rushing to fight the flames. so this is who saved you that night in your dorm… oh.
wanda is not particularly amused at you and your friends’ irresponsible antics. you shrink under the weight of her disapproving gaze, but also can’t help but cheekily grin. wanda can’t stay upset, she has to admit you look cute with ash all over your face.
3. your paths cross again when you notice a kitten stuck in a tree while studying on your campus’ lawn.
after many futile rescue attempts, you call emergency services and once again your knight in shining armour (or rather, reflective PPE) arrives. she gallantly climbs her ladder and saves the kitten. you don’t deny enjoying the view of her sunkissed skin when she takes off her jacket to swaddle the kitten.
afterwards, wanting to prolong the encounter, wanda asks if you want to ride with her in her fire truck to drop the kitten off at the nearest vet. you excitedly accept her offer and enjoy the trip around the city. wanda secretly steals fond glances at you, looking adorable with the kitten in your lap.
4. the next time you meet is not in the face of life threatening danger, but rather danger to your self-composure.
on a regular trip to the supermarket, you pass the row of calendars and your eyes land on a familiar face on the annual westview firefighters calendar sold for charity. you can’t ignore the curiosity that compels you to take a sneaky peak at its contents.
your cheeks instantly burn red when you turn to february’s page and find your favourite firefighter scantily clad and leaving little to the imagination. standing in a shallow pool of water with flames raging around her, wanda poses with an axe slung across her shoulders, wearing only a black training bra and her firefighter pants. her buff arms and unsurprisingly toned abs are on show as she stares directly at you the camera. you fight the urge to bite your lip at her flexed muscles, her sunkissed skin, the shine of her sweat mixing with ash. you’ve never felt so taken before, you forget your bearings for a second.
that is, until you hear a familiar voice call out your name.
your ears register her presence before your eyes and you quickly shut the calendar, throwing it back on the shelf as if its touch has burned you. you ready to make an excuse until you finally look up and find the firefighter just as scantily clad as, if not more than, her outfit in the calendar’s photoshoot.
wanda approaches you, seemingly in her post-workout fit and you have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of her sweaty and taut arms and abs, only this time in real life. god, the photo doesn’t even do her justice. wanda calls out your name again with a husky laugh and your blush profusely, realising you’ve been caught ogling her not once but twice.
5. you meet once again when you move out to an apartment near campus and decide to cook dinner for yourself.
you quickly realise that you actually have no idea how to cook when your entire kitchen ends up in flames. wanda arrives just in time and puts out the grease fire. for a second, you can’t help but question fate. it’s as if there’s only one firefighter in all of westview with the way wanda always finds her way back to you. you’re not complaining though.
she turns to you and scolds you for your carelessness, but not before checking that you’re okay and not hurt by the wild fire. your heart secretly skips a beat at the continued display of care. ever the prince charming, isn’t she?
before she leaves for the next emergency, though, she asks you out for dinner instead. unsurprisingly, you say yes.
+1. the evening of your first date arrives.
you’re lounging on the couch in your apartment watching a sitcom when you hear a knock on your window. wanda has climbed up the fire escape and asks to be let in like a lost kitten. you lift open the window with a laugh and she tells you that she’s set up a picnic under the stars on the rooftop. she escorts you back out the window and up the fire escape. you giggle adoringly at her antics.
the evening goes well as you two happily find that the spark between you wasn’t imagined and isn’t going to fizzle out anytime soon. conversation flows naturally and you enjoy the food wanda has cooked for you. she jokes that at least one of you can cook, which earns her a playful slap. but when you reach over to do so, you accidentally knock over a candle and almost burn the entire picnic blanket. the fire is quickly avoided though thanks to wanda’s quick reflexes. she gives you a humuored tsk, but you secretly revel in her display of protection.
the evening comes to an end as the city around you calms down and the stars settle in for the night. wanda escorts you down the fire escape once again and the butterflies in your stomach continue to take flight. when you reach your window, you turn to wanda and thank her for the evening, for thinking of such a lovely idea and packing such a delightful picnic. when you place a goodbye kiss on her lips though and she takes you in her arms, you quickly realise that that’s not the only thing she’s packed.
wanda pulls back and blushes sheepishly at your realisation, but it’s enough to set you off. all night you’ve been teased with the sight of her shirt lifting and showing the slightest glimpse of her abs, the tight fit of her t-shirt’s sleeve around her arms, the simple yet alluringly attractive way she runs her fingers through her hair. she’s been teasing you all night and you decide that you’ve had enough. you quickly engulf her in kisses and pull her boldly through your window.
your night rages on and as the flaming sun begins to rise, wanda pleasantly learns that there’s one particular fire that she just can’t put out.
the end.
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Imagine Wanda confronting S.W.O.R.D. about leaving you, Vision, and her alone in Westview
Did she not deserve to get her happy ending? When the snap was reversed, everyone was so happy to be reunited with their missing loved ones. Families were reunited once more and everyone in the world celebrated. Everyone except Wanda who came back to Vision still being gone and the Avengers fragmented once more. There was no family to return to.
It was why as she stepped outside of the dome, drone in hand, Wanda felt a mixture of grief and anger swirl inside of her as she looked at the agents with narrowed eyes as they began to surround her. The feeling only grew as she took note of how they were all armed, scopes trained on her and their finger ready to pull the trigger and fire as they watched her every movement carefully though that did nothing to deter her. She now had something she was willing to protect. "Is this yours?" She asked rhetorically, throwing the drone harshly at the feet person who looked like they were in charge.
"The missile was just a precaution," He explained, taking slow steps near her.
"I think I can." Staring him down, she narrowed her eyes at him. "This will be your only warning." She spoke to all of them though she maintained eye contact with the man. Channeling her powers, she formed an orb in her hands before brushing it away as its wisps entered the minds of all the armed agents. "Stay out of my home."
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A mother always knows when something's troubling her baby, hence her hopefulness & then disappointed expression.
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Ruth: [snoring softly]
Millie: [internally] I hope I can keep my promise, kid.
And if I can't, please forgive me...
Wanda: Millie, is that you? Did Ruth get to bed alright?
Millie: [internally] Maybe I should talk to mom. Tell her I've been having the same dreams. She'll know what do.
Then, I won't have to run. Everything will be alright. Just like I promised.
I can just call this whole thing off. Pay him for his time.
But what if she doesn't believe me?
What if she wants to call the police?
And what about Winifred?
Millie: She's asleep, took her a bit.
Wanda: Thank you for doing that. It means a lot to her. She's really going to miss you, I think.
Millie: I know, mama. I'm gonna miss her, too.
Wanda: Well, let's get to bed. G'night, baby.
Millie: Night...
Hey, Mama?
Wanda: [in a hopeful tone] Yes, honey?
Millie: tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her tell her
Millie: Uh, I just wanted to say that I'm gonna miss you too, and I'm sorry we've been fighting so much.
I love you, Mama.
Wanda: [softly] I love you too, honey.
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I spent today quickly adding to Wickham's reference sheet for Art Fight! It's super scruffy but I left everything to the last minute again so what can ya do.
Their AF page description and the sheet itself give a bunch of info, so I'll throw my rambling under a cut for brevity.
Wickham is a physician-turned-surgeon-turned-back-alley doctor on a last-ditch mission to cure the degenerative disease that killed their mother - which now threatens to kill them as well.
As their health began to dwindle, their desperation to live attracted the attention of a strange figure who claimed to be able to offer Wickham immortality... for a price.
They have lived happily in the Constant ever since. They do not plan on leaving until they find the cure to the illness that took everything away from them, and have aspirations to push the human body to perfection and conquer death itself.
Currently however they are just a grumpy nuisance.
Their playstyle revolves around managing the effects of their worsening sickness with medicines, and providing boons via the elixirs they craft and test on their fellow Survivors.
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