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@agntwells
liza wells / communications specialist independent original character | semi selective & mutuals only | mun & muse 30+ | mcu-based, very crossover friendly | penned by katie, she/her, est.
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@hadagreatpast sent | ❛ god , you’re beautiful - ❜ [ meme ]
Liza’s already short of breath -- making out on the couch while your friends are out walking or… something… will do that to you, she supposes. Whatever it is Amity and Steve are doing isn’t her concern. What is, though, is the way Bucky just called her beautiful like that -- like she is quite literally the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
Even though her hair is mussed from his hands and her cheeks are flushed and she’s basically panting -- there’s something in his eyes making her heart flip-flop, a sincerity there that softens her desperation just the smallest bit. “Really?” She asks quietly, her fingers sliding into his hair as she holds his gaze, a soft smile pulling at her lips.
Her thighs squeeze his hips and she lets her nose brush against his. “I’ve never felt like this before… no one’s made me feel… beautiful like this.” Liza mutters quietly, the admission making her cheeks warm all over again, her gaze shying away as the nerves skittered through her system.
The image of Liza trying to square up against a panic attack is so absurd that it finally cracks through the last of the terror still clinging to him. A tired breath escapes, and for the first time since she'd found him, the corner of his mouth lifts into the faintest, exhausted smile.
"I'd pay to see that," he murmurs, his voice still scraped raw. "You threatening a flashback with a throat punch." He lets out another slow breath, the sound quieter this time. "Pretty sure it'd just stand there wondering what the hell was happening."
Her fingers continue their slow path through his hair while her thumb circles his wrist, each touch anchoring him a little more firmly to the present. The frantic pounding in his chest eases another notch. Not gone. Just... farther away. He doesn't move from where he is, forehead still resting against her shoulder, letting himself borrow her steadiness until he can find his own again.
"You know..." he says after a while, his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor between his boots, "I've walked patients through this more times than I can count." A faint, humorless smile flickers across his face. "Grounding techniques. Controlled breathing. Five things you can see, four you can touch..." He trails off, swallowing hard. "I can explain exactly what's happening in the brain while it's happening." Another breath. "Doesn't stop it."
His eyes close again, though this time it's from exhaustion instead of fear.
"The worst part..." His voice drops lower. "For those few seconds, it wasn't a memory." His brow knits together. "It was real. I wasn't here. I was back there, and no amount of logic mattered because my brain had already decided that was the truth." He rubs his thumb once against the inside of her wrist before it stills again. "You spend your whole career trusting your instincts, and then one day your own head lies to you."
“Mm,” she hums softly as she feels his exhale, the way he teases about her fistfighting flashbacks, hint of a smile curving her lips. “I’ll charge top dollar, then -- and I’ll have the element of surprise on my side. Being so short has some advantages, they’ll never see it coming. Literally.” Liza murmurs, hoping the silly banter is enough to pull him back, help keep away the terrors she knows he’s seen.
Liza doesn’t need to ask what he’s been through to know he’s survived some shit. She doesn’t need specifics if it’s going to tear open old wounds -- it’s enough to see him like this, to pull him out of his own head, pull him back from those memories. Fingers gently slip from his hair to the back of his neck, kneading gently to try and loosen the leftover tension from his body. She doesn’t mind the way he continues to lean against her, like she’s the only thing keeping him upright, the one solid thing in his life at this moment.
When Jack starts talking again, gives that humorless smile and brings up everything he knows to do -- but training doesn’t always kick in when your mind is thousands of miles away. She turns her head, nuzzling lightly at his hair before her lips press a soft kiss to his temple. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to fill in the silence while he closes his eyes and gathers his thoughts. She just holds him, lets him explain even though it feels like needles poking at her heart.
“The brain is a powerful thing -- and not always in a good way.” She murmurs softly, nails gently scratching back up his scalp, breathing him in as she nuzzles his hair again. Jack always seems to have that lingering hospital smell, but there’s always something warm and familiar beneath it -- laundry soap and his aftershave. “It remembers things we’d rather forget, and then dredges them back up at the most inconvenient of times and makes us feel like we're reliving the worst moments in our lives. Makes us feel ridiculous after, too.” She mutters, speaking from her own experience but knowing Jack will understand.
Liza pulls her head back slightly, just enough to try and look at his face. “But you're not defined by these moments, Jack. You have great instincts, but shit happens sometimes and we just… gotta ride it out, y’know? The important thing is that you’re safe, and you’re not alone. Even if I’m not here, you can call me and I’ll be there for you, no matter what.”
Bucky's gaze is soft with affection as he watches Liza go about the kitchen in her quest to make coffee. He's only been leaning against the doorframe for a minute or so, but he doesn't announce his arrival quite yet... In the quiet hush of the morning, he wants to just appreciate her all to himself for a few precious moments.
It's only when she appears to be battling with the coffee filter that he finally speaks up, voice still rough from sleep.
And jesus, he is acutely aware of the way his heart seems to stumble within his chest as she turns her head to look at him, that small pout far more adorable than it has any right to be. Oh, he really is an absolute goner when it comes to her, isn't he?
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest at her warning, ❝I wouldn't dream of insinuating you were ever harmless,❞ he pushes off the doorway then, and slowly makes his way over to her spot at the counter. When she turns to fully face him, he is already behind her, and he gets to experience those pleading eyes up close and personal. Yep, a complete and total goner ━━━ As if he seriously needed any confirmation at all.
Both hands come to rest gently along her upper arms, flesh and metal giving a reassuring squeeze as he meets her gaze, ❝Alright, I'll have a look at it, see if I can't get it to cooperate here...❞ Then he carefully ushers her just off to the side, so he can get a proper look at the current source of his girl's problems.
Taking the filter in his right hand, he doesn't think twice before he's lowering it into the coffee machine. Granted, it does take a few adjustments before it lays down properly, but once it has, he reaches for the container of ground coffee. And after putting in enough for four people, in case Amity and Steve want any, he pushes the start button and then turns to Liza, ❝I'd say you definitely softened it up for me, that's why it went that smoothly.❞
She’s thought it for the past couple of mornings, but it’s especially true this morning -- he has no right looking so good so early. So effortlessly. It’s annoying and unfair, Liza feels suspended in the moment between him being right there when she turns around, his stormy eyes making her heart flutter. But then his hands are on her arms and her breath catches slightly, the pout back as he shuffles her gently to the side.
But she’s okay with standing there and watching him, her gaze fixed on his profile as she considers how handsome he is. The slope of his nose, the set of his jaw as he makes enough coffee for everyone, and a soft smile pulls at her lips. When he turns back to her and gives that teasing little reassurance, she giggles tiredly and leans into him.
Arms slip around his waist and she lets her eyes close a second, cheek resting on his chest. “Nah, I’m absolutely going to claim that you saved the day… everything would be terrible if I couldn’t have coffee.” She murmurs, being a little shameless in how heavily she leans against him, letting the relative quiet settle around them comfortably.
The smell of coffee slowly perforates the kitchen and she can hear his heartbeat, the way he’s breathing steadily. Fingers slip under the hem of his shirt and she lets herself draw absent little patterns on his lower back. A soft, contented hum escapes and she nuzzles against his chest. “Could fall asleep like this.” She mutters softly, a sleepy smile still settled on her lips.
what if we were walking through a botanical garden and it started to drizzle so we ran into a greenhouse and while we were standing there surrounded by ferns and the smell of rain you took my hand and kissed my knuckles?
It was becoming, probably, a bad habit that he showed up unannounced at Eliza's place when he was having a rough day. When he needed some of her beautiful sunshine to help brighten the way in his head of the gore and shadows clinging to him like blood trickling down broken glass. The truck was the easy choice for the evening, the quiet of it for some reason calming the noisiness inside the confines of his mind.
As he gets out of the parked truck and wanders through the house to see it empty, a peek out of the window to the backyard answers his curiosity with a smile to brighten his mood. How she's draped over a blanket on the grass painted in sunspots is glory to behold, taking it in a moment before he exits the house and wanders across the yard. When she moves, welcoming him down beside her, he doesn't even hesitate as he lowers himself down, careful to stretch out on his side and smile down at her.
"And catching my favorite person in the world bleary from a nap." He muses softly, bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles as she speaks. "I did have an appointment, it went fine." His regular checkups were overwhelming, he needed to take off the little bandage covering where he got his usual blood draw, too, but that could wait until later when he'd taken off his sweatshirt. "Nothing wrong with a longer than average cat nap, honey." Leaning down, he kisses her cheek while she yawns. "Did you have a good dream, at least?"
Liza watches him with heavily lidded eyes, smiling softly when he stretches out beside her on the blanket. His soft sentiment and the way he kisses her knuckles brings a blush rushing to her cheeks, her fingers gently squeezing his hand before shifting her grip to lace her fingers with his. “That’s good, I’m glad it was fine and I’m even gladder that you’re here now.” Was that a word? It is now, she thinks, her free hand coming up to brush an errant hair that’d flopped across his forehead.
A pleased hum escapes when he kisses her cheek, and she shamelessly rolls onto her side to press herself against him. “You sure it doesn’t make me terribly lazy?” She asks, but there’s a smile on her lips as she pulls away just enough to look up at him. “I did have a good dream, but this is better. Dream Logan is nice, but I prefer the real thing.” Liza murmurs, watching as the sun catches his eyes, making them shine.
There was still a distant sound of a lawnmower, and as she took a deep breath she can smell one of her neighbors has started grilling something, making her stomach grumble. Her cheeks warm again and she gives a small chuckle. “Since you’re here, why don’t you help me cook dinner? My nap went a little long and now I’m hungry.” She suggests as she props herself up on her elbow.
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// who do i have to pay to do a messy casual situationship with? because liza will absolutely try and play cool, try and pretend like she's okay with casual all while catching some very big feelings that she bottles up and then it all explodes -slides the dash a $20- 😏
messy, desperate kisses that are only interrupted by the pace of his thrusts getting faster
@agntwells gets a heart to heart .
Lounging on the couch with Liza, Amity absentmindedly scritches behind Mav's ears as she looks out the living room window.
Steve and Bucky are in the kitchen, doing dishes, and the tiny blonde is really trying her best not to listen in on their conversation, but between her super soldier hearing, and the comfortable silence settled between her and her best friend, it's becoming increasingly difficult.
When she fully catches Bucky's question about being in love, that's when she jumps into action, scooping the unsuspecting dachshund up and into her arms and gently nudging Liza's knee with hers, ❝Come on, let's go for a swim, the sun is shining on the water perfectly and it looks amazing.❞
Ever since they started their stay at the beach house, a bathing suit is always there underneath her clothes, so she doesn't even need to change before she starts heading towards the door, ❝Plus, I think some girl talk is in order!❞
Lounging around and being generally lazy has become her favorite thing to do -- besides snuggling as close as humanly possible against Bucky at night. Granted, she’s been wanting to do more than that, especially with the way he kisses her, more intensely than she’s ever been kissed in her life. What she wouldn’t give for his lips to be elsewh--
Cheeks flush and she shakes the thought from her head, gaze fixing on the book, reading over the same line for a third time before she feels Amity nudge their knees together. A smile pulls at her lips and she nods and stands along with the blonde, slipping her feet into her flip flops and grabbing the canvas tote bag she keeps by the door with a towel, sunglasses, and sunscreen. “Girl talk? Oh my God if this is about the beard burn again, Amity, I swear…” Liza says, half hoping Steve will hear as she chuckles and grabs Maverick’s leash.
Liza closes the door behind them, following half a step behind Amity before walking side-by-side down to the beach. She links her arm with the blonde’s and grabs her sunglasses from her bag, sliding them on as she glances at Amity. “But seriously though, beard burn… inquiring minds need to know. Worth it?” She asks, smirking slightly.
Alex watched her the whole time she talked, that quiet, fond look lingering like he was filing the moment away somewhere safe. The excited hop, the way she admitted she’d almost ruined the surprise, the little puff of breath in the cold—it all made something warm settle low in his chest. “You almost told me?” he teased softly, tugging his scarf a little higher. “Tragic. Guess I’ll have to pretend to be surprised every time from now on.”
He sat beside her on the bench to lace up his skates, fingers working slower than usual in the cold. “Your mom liking me already is dangerous information,” he added, glancing over at her with a crooked smile. “That means I’ve got a reputation to live up to.” But there was gratitude tucked underneath the joke, real and quiet.
When she stood and held out her hands, Alex took them without hesitation, pushing himself carefully to his feet. The ice gave a faint protest under his skates as he stepped out beside her, instinctively tightening his grip just a little to keep them both steady.
“Deal,” he said, voice warm despite the chill. “If we fall, we fall together.”
Then he leaned a little closer, grin flashing as he shifted cautiously onto the ice. “But just so you know,” Alex added under his breath, “if I wipe out first, I’m absolutely taking you with me.”
Liza looked over and caught the crooked smile, her heart skipping when she also caught the subtle hint of gratitude behind the little joke. “You make me happy, how could she not like you?” She said easily, the exact truth she’d told her mother, too. To have found someone that makes her as happy as Alex does… Liza knows that’s a rare thing, and she just hopes that she makes him just as happy.
There’s a giggle that escapes when she feels Alex’s hands tighten their grip on hers, and she wonders if maybe this is his first time on ice skates. “I am absolutely okay with falling together.” Liza murmurs, something deeper lacing her words, a meaning there that unleashes butterflies in her stomach. Glancing up at him, she smiles softly. “Have you ever done this before?” She asks as he shifts his weight on the ice, like he’s testing out how much he doesn’t trust it.
Her smile turns teasing and she carefully skates further onto the ice, letting him have the inside just in case the wall wound up a helpful guide. “Just as long as I don’t wind up cushioning your fall… I’m delicate.” Liza teases, batting her eyelashes up at him and squeezing his hand gently. “I used to do this every winter with my friends -- not well, mind you, but there was one point I could skate backwards. Used to pretend I was some Olympic figure skater.” She says, her cheeks pinking slightly at her little admission, but she loves giving over these little pieces of herself to him, little things that have made her who she is.
// mmmm when its barely 920 and you're ready to call it a day 🫠
@agntwells sent: “Stay up with me. I don’t want this feeling to fade yet.”
The sun has fully set now. The only sounds to reach his ears are the minute crackles of the dying fire, and the soft rush of the ocean lapping against the shore. And it's beautiful.
There.
With her.
Reaching his arm out, he gently tugs her in closer against his side before pressing a single kiss atop her head, voice a low, affectionate rumble, ❝Oh, I'm not going anywhere... Someone's gotta keep you warm now that the fire's gone out.❞
Liza wishes she could freeze this -- sitting here with Bucky, no chaos of the outside world, no fires to put out. It's just them, and it's the only thing that matters. Bucky is quickly becoming someone who matters a lot... someone she knows she's more than just crushing on. She likes him... a lot.
Her mind quiets when she feels Bucky reach for her, pulling her against his side while his words wrap around her and make her smile. Sighing softly, she leans against his side and lets her eyes close, letting the warm, contented feeling settle over her. “Good, because I do get cold pretty easily.” She mutters, her heart skipping against her chest and feeling like this is exactly where she’s supposed to be.
Tucked under his arm, pressed against his side. Just… with him. “This feels… perfect.”
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She’s running late -- of course, Liza thinks briefly as her leg bounces nervously and she wills the bus to move a little quicker. Losing track of time while she was finishing a project was a terrible habit, but hopefully he will understand that her lateness wasn’t intentional -- just a byproduct of her hyperfixation. The aforementioned project (a pair of gloves in the softest yarn she’d ever found) is tucked carefully into her purse, and she hopes he likes them.
Finally, the bus pulls to a stop and she spills out with three other people before she hurries down the block towards the restaurant. Ten minutes later than she’d intended on being there, Liza takes a breath to hopefully make it seem like she hadn’t just jogged half the block, but the flush on her cheeks is likely enough to give her away as she steps into the restaurant and spots Andrew immediately.
He’s impossible to miss, really -- still as a statue, silently observing everything from the most advantageous spot in the room, back only to the wall so he could see everything. Including her, when she steps inside, looking flushed and sheepish. “I am so sorry I’m late.” She says as she sits down, her gaze unintentionally a little pleading as she keeps her purse in her lap, fidgeting nervously with the strap. “I hope you weren’t waiting for too long, I got caught up with this project I wanted to finish and almost missed the bus,” Liza smiles and shakes her head before she takes the gloves, wrapped in a light tissue paper, and slides it across the table at Andrew.
“For when it’s cold. And I made them as functional as I could.” She’d carefully sewn some grippier fabric onto the fingertips to make things… easier, she hopes.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( a series of nsfw prompts , separated by quotes & acts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme . send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts )
→ WORDS .
❛ i’m sorry , you don’t enjoy being teased ? . ❜ ❛ you know what i’m waiting for . ❜ ❛ keep your hands where they are . ❜ ❛ i want you to ride [ me / my fingers ] . ❜ ❛ you make the prettiest sounds . ❜ ❛ say please . ❜ ❛ i want to make this last . ❜ ❛ look at me . ❜ ❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜ ❛ yeah , just like that - ❜ ❛ i’ve barely even started . ❜ ❛ i need you . ❜ ❛ god , shut up and fuck me already ! ❜ ❛ god , yes , [ name ] , don’t stop . ❜ ❛ you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this . ❜ ❛ who gets to touch you like this ? ❜ ❛ come for me . ❜ ❛ ah , ah - don’t touch . ❜ ❛ brace your hands on the wall . ❜ ❛ could you come like this ? ❜ ❛ please , let me come - ❜ ❛ god , you’re beautiful - ❜ ❛ i’ve been waiting for this all night . ❜ ❛ you’re such a tease . ❜ ❛ take these off . ❜ ❛ i want to feel your [ mouth / fingers ] . ❜ ❛ do you have any idea how good you taste ? ❜ ❛ tell me what you want . ❜ ❛ we shouldn’t - ah , we shouldn’t be doing this . ❜ ❛ faster , [ name ] , i need more . ❜ ❛ is this good ? ❜ ❛ keep your eyes open . ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to find out what else you can do . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to be so gentle . ❜ ❛ i want to hear you beg . ❜ ❛ can i take this off ? ❜ ❛ please , please , please - ❜ ❛ you’re doing so well for me . ❜ ❛ please touch me . ❜ ❛ keep reading , i want to see how long you last . ❜ ❛ i’ll buy you another one . ❜ ❛ say my name . louder . ❜ ❛ i can’t wait any longer . ❜ ❛ you feel so good . ❜ ❛ you’re going to leave a mark - ❜ ❛ touch yourself for me . ❜ ❛ do you deserve it ? ❜ ❛ did i say you could come ? ❜ ❛ i’m so close - ❜ ❛ they’re going to catch us - ❜ ❛ i want you right here . ❜ ❛ we have to be quiet . ❜
→ ACTIONS .
❛ pin . to restrain my muse’s hands during intimacy . ❛ mirror . to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror . ❛ deny . to deny my muse an orgasm . ❛ distance . to have [ phone / video ] sex with my muse . ❛ playlist . to have sex with my muse while music is playing . ❛ paw . to fondle my muse’s [ chest / ass ] . ❛ wall . to pin my muse against a wall . ❛ table . to hoist my muse onto a [ table / counter ] . ❛ clothed . to make my muse come while fully dressed . ❛ finger . to finger my muse . ❛ oral . to give my muse oral . ❛ fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight . ❛ distraction . to rile my muse up during a film . ❛ mark . to leave marks on my muse [ optional : specify where ] . ❛ tie . to use restraints on my muse during intimacy . ❛ throat . to choke my muse during intimacy . ❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex . ❛ toys . to use toys [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ] on my muse . ❛ imagery . to send my muse a risque photo . ❛ drag . to pull my muse closer by a piece of clothing . ❛ tear . to tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ shower . to have sex with my muse in the [ shower / bath ] . ❛ sneaky . to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse . ❛ beg . to make my muse beg . ❛ carnal . to [ scratch / bite ] my muse during intimacy . ❛ preoccupied . to rile my muse up as they [ read / work ] . ❛ jealous . to purposefully make my muse react possessively . ❛ dare . to have sex with my muse based off a dare . ❛ read . to re-enact something from a [ book / show / porn ] with my muse . ❛ collapse . to break a bed during sex with my muse . ❛ caught . to get caught with my muse during sex .
