Wednesday’s eyes always find you when you’re in the room, whether it seems as though she’s paying attention or not - she is. Though she’s not one to be so outward with her displays of affection, it’s a way for her to know you’re close, that you’re safe and maybe she feels a slight warming in her heart at the way you laugh or how you furrow your brows intently with your nose in a book as she writes.
it’s about the small acts of intimacy… forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands
[Summary]: When you arrive at the prison, you meet your new cellmate with an interesting personality and only days after you arrive, can Tara visit you.
[Warnings]: cursing (?), mentions of blood and murder, not proof read
29, She/her, lesbian 🏳️🌈 reblogs varies between the love of my life/dream girl wanda maximoff, the woman I wish I was married to aka Elizabeth Olsen, reader fics, the mcu, lgbtq goodness, video games, funny pics/texts and all manner of randomness with a few of my own added to the mix
