Hold my hand loser, we’re going on a picnic and making flower crowns for each other

Imagine sitting in the car together at the beach while it rains, talking about nothing in particular. Whenever silence falls, you both listen to the soft pitter patter of the rain and the waves breaking on the shore, creating a calm sort of atmosphere.

Self care is listening to soft music at 2am with a girl in your arms, snuggling into you and tracing a heart on your chest

Where is my wife to come home to and cuddle with after a long day

Currently in the mood for soft domesticity like cooking together, drinking tea/coffee in comfortable silence, making the bed while she’s in the shower, kissing her before going to work…

Mentally, I’m lying in bed on a cold day with a girl in my arms. Neither of us want to leave the warmth, and so we cuddle closer instead.

Every time I listen to this song I imagine dancing with a girl in our apartment and laughing together, neither of us wanting to be anywhere else in that moment

Craving one of those long hugs where you both feel warm and safe, and neither of you really want to let go

Imagine a girl sitting between your legs, leaning against you as you run your fingers through her hair, and watch a mindless movie, which ends with you both asleep and cuddled up together

Imagine those moments where you see her sitting on the couch in the living room, staring out the window as light from the late afternoon sun pours in, falling perfectly on her. She looks away from the window and looks at you, which makes the contemplative frown on her brow fade away and a loving smile grace her lips

Can’t wait for those days where we can just have a lie in and lay in bed, all cuddled up, a little longer than usual. When we get up we’ll drink our morning tea or coffee and slowly make our way through the morning, just the two of us with a companionable silence in the air. I want to spend those calm days with her, only her, with not a single worry on our minds, and a sort or peace in the atmosphere that comes with truly finding your home.

Imagine experiencing life with them… waking up in each other’s arms, eating breakfast together, buying groceries together, watching the rain start to fall… I can’t wait for all those moments

Mentally, I’m lying in bed on a rainy day with a girl in my arms, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rains drops tapping the window while we cuddle.

Part 1,Part 2,Part 3,Part 4.

Summary: Peter comes home, Wanda makes a promise.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hey… I’m back. I stopped writing when I entered university, now i’m ending my second year. I’m so so sorry i left you guys hanging for so long, but life’s been crazy as fuck. someone messaged me about this a few days ago, and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully i’ve gotten better at writing!

The ride back was terse. 

Peter followed behind your truck, Wanda sitting next to you with the machete still tight in her hand. Your own hands gripped the wheel tightly. You were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to let go.

The moment you twisted the key in the ignition, Wanda had turned to you and asked in a calm voice. “Do you know if he was followed?”

Immediately, your chest tightened. “No. I don’t.”

“Did you use secure channels?”

“Of course we did-”

“Did you change them every night?”

“I’m not stupid,” You snapped. It wasn’t Wanda who frustrated you, it was the uncertainty of being followed. You hadbeen safe, but there was always an element of unknown that could come back and bite you. “I knew what I was doing. Believe it or not I survived just fine before you came along.”

Wanda had sat back. “I’m just covering all the bases; no need to be so sensitive.”

“We were as careful as possible.”

“‘Careful as possible’ doesn’t ensure anything.” She responded coolly.

“Why do you care if you’re going to leave?”

That stung. You could feel the sting when the words hit Wanda.

Now you sat in silence, staring straight ahead, driving back home while simmering in subdued anger. The idea of welcoming another stranger into your house make your stomach flip. So much had changed over the past weeks, you were scared for the future. The good mood you had been in after looting the town. You thought about Wanda’s questions. 

“Wanda,” you said quietly. “I get that’s you’re upset, but if I drive back to the farmhouse, someone could follow us and know our location. If we stop for the night, we could be ambushed, eaten by bears, or… or…”

“Hey, calm down.” Wanda said just as softly. “What are you asking me, Y/N?”

You swallowed. “What do I do, Wanda?”

“We go back to the farm.” She looked over, trying to reassure you. “Then we wait on alert for the next week. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” you agreed, pushing your doubt away. “I’m… sorry for all of this.”

She turned to you, and you could feel her eyes on you. When Wanda didn’t speak you kept going.

“I’m sorry about inviting a total stranger into the house, but… you don’t know what it was like when I was alone,” you said. “Day after day… there were times when I thought I was the only one left. That stupid radio was all I had for months, and when I found Queens, or, Peter, I cried. For the first time in years, I had a friend. Someone I could talk to without being afraid that they were going to kill me or hurt me.”

“You needed him,” Wanda whispered. 

You nodded, gripping the wheel even tighter.

“I needed him. I still do.”

And I need you.

The thought punches its way through your mind, but you don’t let it get far.

Thirty minutes later, you pulled into the long driveway, mouth dry. Before you could cut the engine, Wanda rested her hand on yours.

“Y/N, if you said you were safe on the radio, you were safe. I’m not trying to scare you into worrying.” She said. “Don’t let it control you. This is still your house, so you make the decisions.”

She might as well have said don’t let the looming thought of being attacked in the night by a group New Alliance Hydras control you. It’s not like that constantly pervaded the edges of your thoughts every night before you slept and when you woke up. 

Instead of saying that, you nodded, and turned off the engine.

“Peter,” you called to him as you jumped out of the truck. “Can you help us move these into the house?”

You were referring to the bags of food and supplies in the cargo bed. The three of you made multiple trips back and forth from the house to the truck. Feeling the weight of each bag helped soothe the knot of anxiety that coursed through you so aggressively. 

Once finished transporting, you stood in the kitchen with Wanda and Peter. 

You turned to the young man. Peter was older than you anticipated, with wavy brown hair that was slick with dirt. “You must be exhausted. Do you have any other bags?”

“No, just this.” He gestured to his single backpack, slung on his shoulder.

“I’ll show you to your room. There’s a bathroom for you to take a shower and freshen up.”

He looked so relieved, you smiled. “Thank you, North. Thank you so much. I can’t remember the last time I had running water.”

You sniffed.

“I have an idea.”

You saw Wanda rooting through the liquor cabinet as you stalked up the stairs. Once out of earshot, Peter spoke.

“Who is she?” He asked softly. He sounded curious, not confrontation. 

There was hesitation that Peter detected. “Y/N, what is it?”

“Shewas a member of the New Alliance,” you said carefully. “But she defected.”

Peter noticeably tensed. “She was a Hydra?”

Hydra was a nickname created by the Protectors. All that time in the East really seasoned Peter’s vocabulary. 

“Yeah.” There was no way to sugar coat it, but you didn’t want scare Peter off. “She was. I found her in the forest after she deserted and I… I stabbed her, it wasn’t bad!”

Peter’s eyes widened in complete surprise as you rushed to placate him.

“We worked it out! Don’t worry!” you said. 

“Okay, okay,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Glad to know my two roommates nearly killed each other.”

“Hey, I am not your roommate, I’m your landlord.”

You chose one of the bigger rooms for Peter, right next to yours and close to the bathroom. He nearly squealed in delight when he saw the double bed and massive windows.

“This is amazing!” he gushed, flopping down on the soft duvet before you tell him not to. “This bed is so big! And the lights really work! How did you find this place, Y/N?”

You wince. Now isn’t the time to bring that up. 

“Get cleaned up and rest. I’ll make you something if you’re hungry.” You turn and left, calling out behind you.

“I’ll introduce you to Goat tomorrow!”

—-

“I’ve decided I like him.” Was the first thing Wanda says when you come downstairs. 

“Oh yeah? Why?”

“Because he’s still a sweet kid despite everything.” She’s reclined on the couch in the living room, long hair tossed over one shoulder. “He must have seen some horrible things out there but he’s still smiling and laughing. He’s like a puppy.”

You laughed, but it’s more like a scoff.

“And here I thought I’d have to convince to you to let us keep him.” You went to the kitchen in search of bread for toast and some sort of canned fruit to add nutrition. “I’ve spoken to him long enough to know he’s a good kid, so we don’t have to worry about it.”

“I never said I was worried.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“When?”

“In the car, Wanda. Like, an hour ago.”

“I’m worried about the Militia, not this kid,” she corrected. “Jeez, Y/N, get it together.”

You turned and looked at her for a moment before rolling your eyes.

“This is what I get for taking in a stray.” You muttered, but Wanda clicked her tongue.

“I heard that.” 

After you put together a simple toast with a side of fruit cocktail, you went to Wanda’s side, tentatively picking at the edge of her shirt to check her stitches. At this point, she didn’t even flinch or stare at you - instead, she raised her arm as you checked. 

“Still needs time.” you said, letting go of the hem. “I hope all the excitement didn’t strain you too much.”

She rewarded your concern with a smile; a bright, full smile, and you hated the way your heart tripped.

“Nah, I’m a trooper. Nothing a little sleep or scotch won’t fix.” She hummed. 

Trooper. Yeah. A trooper.

“Don’t drink tonight,” you hate how much you sounded like a mom, but it needed to be said. “Now that I’m all freaked out about potential safety breaches, I need you on your best.”

When you tried to leave, a hand caught your own and pulled you back.

“Hey, come on.” Wanda led you to the couch so that you could sit next to her, leaning into her unwounded side. “You can relax for a minute, right? Take a deep breath. Tonight was successful despite the grizzly bear.”

She was right - it had been a good night, what with all the food and supplies they found, and Peter’s arrival.

But something in you wouldn’t calm down; the conversation you had with Wanda in the car was still so present in your mind.

Why do you care if you’re going to leave?

You wish you could have snatched back those words. As irritating as Wanda was, the thought of the house being empty made your skin crawl. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad because Peter was there now, but even then, he might not stay, then what? 

“I can hear you thinking, Y/N,” Wanda chided gently. You hadn’t even noticed that she was rubbing your arm to soothe you. “Whatever it is, let it go.”

“When are you going to leave?” You asked quietly.

her hand stopped.

“Huh?”

“I- nevermind. It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s something.” She looked at your face and for once, your could meet her eyes. “Why? Do you want me to go?”

“No,” you said quickly. “Actually, I… God, this sounds stupid, but I’d like you to stay as long as you’d like.”

The words tumbled out like water from a broken cup, but when they were out, your chest felt immediately lighter.

Wanda put the pieces together.

“You want me to stay?”

It sounded so emotional and lame when she said it “Well… yes. But don’t hold it over my head as if I’m begging you to stay!” You snapped, standing up abruptly. “I know you’ll get yourself killed out there, or at least stabbed again, so if anything I’m doing you a favour.”

Perhaps it was your sudden change in demeanor, or the idea of getting stabbed again, but Wanda let’s out a sharp, bright laugh. Her shoulders jumped and she threw her head back.

“Okay,” she agreed, grinning up at you from where she sat. “I’ll stay. How much is rent?”

“Will you help me with the farm?”

“Of course.”

You looked down at her, taking in the lean curves of her cheekbones and the tiny moles under her eyes. She was so beauti-

“Help me around the place,” you decided, smiling right back. “Then I’ll consider your rent paid.”

Wanda stood up at that, and before you could push her away, you feel two arms wrap around you. The closeness made you lose your breath for a second, before you registered warmth and the smell of honeysuckle in her hair from the soap you made. 

You could feel a second heartbeat through her chest, and you knew that she could feel the steady thump of yours. 

Putting your arms around Wanda felt right. Holding on tightly, letting her press into you felt good. When was the last time you held another person and let them do the same? 

“Wanda,” you whispered. Perhaps it had been too long, but her arms felt like security - like the Militia wasn’t real. Maybe if she held you forever, you could pretend like the world was still spinning, and half the population wasn’t dead.

But in that moment of security, you felt something else.

Fear.

You remembered how the previous owner of this house had disappeared. How his family was gone too. Had they felt so scared to lose each other?

“Y/N,” she whispered back. “What is it?”

You squeezed tighter; a reminder that this was real. 

“Don’t let me go. Not yet.”

So, Wanda held on.

Can I skip the depression part of my life to the cottage in the middle of a forest with my wife please?

Hiding in a cottage far away in the English countryside after we killed the king at the royal ball.

What if we ran back through the halls of the castle after I snuck you out for the night, returning to your room with hushed whispers and drunken laughter.

Ok but what if a vampire were to kidnap me and hold me captive in her castle

The fact that everyone’s slowburn coffee shop wlw fantasy has been put on hold

I remember when she told me that I was brave for going through what I have. I miss that.

idk why but like,, i’m craving a date where we bake those shitty Pillsbury halloween cookies and try to replicate my ma’s apple cider recipe. then we make some microwave popcorn and watch trash horror films until 2 am

it’s october, which means i’m back on my halloween-obsessed lesbian shit.

if you have a specific halloween or fall themed lesbian post you want to see, please please PLEASE drop them in my ask box!

totally-sapphic-posts:

Imagine gently holding a person’s face, tilting their face to look at you, and running your thumb over their bottom lip

LOTR WLW Imagines

A very late follow-up to this post I made for The Hobbit WLW Imagines!! Also, I’m thinking of doing another post involving Silmarillion ladies like Haleth, Luthien and Celebrian, but I know nothing about the Silmarillion, so I’ll need some help. Would anyone be willing to chip in? That would be greatly appreciated

Arwen

• Arwen is an absolute smitten sweetheart of a girlfriend
• When she loves, she does so with her whole being
• Expect to find pressed flowers in between the pages of your favorite book, marking passages that remind her of you
• Feather light kisses with those big soft lips of hers that are just barely there
• And gentle caresses dripping with tenderness throughout the day
• It’s funny to imagine that after dumping Aragorn, she fell in love with you
• So she gave up a mortal man for a mortal girl
• And Elrond is in the back feeling more frustrated than ever
• Not because Arwen is marrying a woman, but because he finally thought she was giving up her thing for mortals
• You and Arwen spend a good portion of the day just lounging around in Rivendell, talking about anything
• She likes to rest her head on your chest and vice versa
• I can feel the softness from here 
• Arwen also likes to dress you up in beautiful outfits 
• She loves seeing her beloved look their best
• Though whether you’ve just woken up with bedhead, or all dressed up in one of her gowns, she thinks you’re angelic either way
• Arwen just exudes tenderness and care in all aspects of her life
• Perfect gf ❤️

Eowyn

• Eowyn is a bit hard to get to know
• At least at first
• By the time of the War of the Ring, she’s pretty obviously depressed and a little standoffish
• But she also has this determination, this steadfastness that simply makes her irresistible
• The way to win her heart is through consistent, unending support
• When Eowyn makes up her mind, there’s no stopping her
• She’s set
• So to have someone who will consistently be there for her, helping her into her armor and sharpening her sword, it makes her fall so much quicker
• And when you stay by her side after the battle in the Halls of Healing, she can’t help herself
• She takes a rough, gloved hand, eyes teary, and presses a passionate kiss to your lips
• Eowyn is a passionate lover
• She wants to support you like you have supported her
• And she’s almost addicted to the feeling of your lips on hers
• Sometimes, in the middle of training, she’ll come over after beating an opponent and basically make out with you to celebrate her victory
• Eowyn is also very protective, teaching you how to fight and staying by your side whenever possible
• If you’re wounded, good luck getting her to rest or eat
• “NO! I will not leave her side! Not my beloved!!”
• Eowyn is fierce and utterly special, but she has a caring side too
• Feeding you herself when you’re sick or wounded, always checking in on you, and treating you with a tenderness that even her brother has yet to see in her
• We all need an Eowyn

Galadriel

• Galadriel is a very special case, relationship-wise
• Her deep insight into the hearts of men is what first drew her to you
• She couldn’t help but smile to herself when she saw your thoughts turn to how beautiful she is, feeling flattered despite herself
• And when she saw that you had not a shred of malice or ill-intent towards her people or companions, she decided she could indulge these feelings of hers
• So, she spends time crafting her feelings towards you, studying both them and you
• She gives the BESTadvice
• Anything you need to hear, she has already said 
• Even the simplest of touches, her hand brushing against yours, is enough to ignite shivers that wrack you to your core
• And she loves that, so she makes a point to “accidentally” brush against you during the day
• Just to see you flustered
• Tease Galadriel is something we all need in life
• When you two are in a room with others, she often flirts with you telepathically
• Whether that’s saying how beautiful you look right into your head
• Or sending you images of what she’s thinking about doing to you
• It never fails to fluster you, and she loves it
• Seeing others ask why your face is so red is one of the few things that can pull a giggle from her lips
• Aside from you, of course
• Galadriel’s life became to much more fun after you came into it
• And she cherishes you for that
• Making sure you have the best of what you could ever need or want
• She’s the dream