shield agent || scrabble cheater

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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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@vallorouslly | napping liza starter

The afternoon was beautiful -- far too nice to waste spending inside, so she’d grabbed a blanket and her book before heading for her back yard. She spread out the blanket under the shade of a tree, dappled sunlight warming the little spots it created on the skin that wasn’t covered by her shorts and tank top.

Didn’t take long for the sounds of summer to lull her into dozing. Someone was mowing their lawn, kids somewhere playing and hollering, the breeze was gentle and her book very quickly forgotten next to her as her forearm draped over her eyes and she let herself drift off. Vaguely, she was aware of gravel crunching in her drive but didn’t think much of it, enjoying this halfway-asleep state.

Only when she hears footsteps does she move her arm from over her eyes, a lazy smile curving her lips as she pats the empty space next to her on the blanket when she sees Logan. “Well if it isn’t my favorite person in the world…” She says, her voice a little sleepy despite how pleased she is to see him. “I thought you had an appointment today -- everything okay? Didn’t think I’d see you until later… unless that nap was a lot longer than I thought.” Liza murmurs before a yawn escapes.

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⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

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Today's goals: coffee and kindness ... maybe two coffees, and then kindness.

Liza Wells SHIELD Agent / Communication Specialist bio | rules | verses

loved by katie since 2014

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// good morning cuties!! it's friday, i don't have to work today, which means drafts and chores and maybe some blog tidying if i get to it. i'm still caffeinating myself, but i'm lurking here and on disco for the day. don't forget to be kind and hydrate yourselves ♥

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@echomancerforhire | napping liza starter

It’s not often she takes a nap in the comfort of her own bed -- usually she’s sprawled on the couch, in a chair, curled up by the window at Augusts’ place. But he’s off doing some kind of mission debrief, and she has a rare weekday off. 

So, having spent the morning tidying and doing laundry, she’s decided to crash on her bed, snoring quietly until she feels something. The mattress dips, there’s a hand on her back, but she knows that touch with such certainty that it takes her breath away. Rather than startling awake, she turns towards where the mattress has dipped, her arm snaking around his middle as a sleepy smile curves her lips.

“Didn't know when you'd be done…” she murmurs softly, nuzzling against August. “Spent the morning cleaning, figured I’d have time to catch a nap before you were back, but this is definitely the preferred wake-up method. Everything go okay?”

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// only two hours and 45 minutes left in my work week, but who's counting 🫠

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@whomuses sent | • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can [ injury prompts ]

The mention of stitches and needles makes her stomach turn, the color draining from her face as she shakes her head. “I’m… nah, I’m okay, really. Totally fine, see?” Stubbornly, she stands, and very quickly regrets everything as the room spins and she grits her teeth against the dizzy feeling. She hadn’t thought the cut on her forearm wasn’t that bad, certainly not stitch-worthy, but it wasn’t like she’d looked at it for long enough to know anything other than it was bleeding pretty well.

Sighing, she sits back down and looks up at doctor Barber. “Okay. Not totally fine… but do I really need stitches?” Liza tries not to pout as she glances away, embarrassment flooding through her system. “I hate needles. So much.”

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Jack’s eyes drop immediately to the slow parting of her legs, and whatever smart remark had been sitting on the tip of his tongue disappears completely. The look he gives her shifts darker in an instant—focused, intent, dragged low by the realization that she’d actually listened.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, stepping forward until he’s standing between her knees. One hand settles beside her on the counter, the other brushing slowly along her thigh beneath the hem of her dress, deliberate enough to make it clear he’s taking his time with this. “Exactly like that.”

His gaze lifts back to hers, holding it. There’s something almost unfair about the way she’s looking at him right now—flushed cheeks, wide pupils, that playful edge underneath all the want. Jack exhales slowly through his nose, jaw tightening for a second before his thumb drags lightly against her skin.

“You have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night?” he murmurs, voice lower now, roughened around the edges. He leans in just enough that his mouth brushes near her ear without quite kissing her yet. “Sitting there across from me at dinner acting innocent while telling me you forgot your panties.” A faint huff of disbelief leaves him. “Sweetheart, that’s cruel.”

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She’s practically buzzing with anticipation as Jack steps closer, her breath catches in her lungs the second she feels his warm, calloused palm against the bare skin of her thigh. He was being intentionally slow, like he’s going to take his time with her, and Liza knows it’s going to be some kind of delicious torture. Though, her rational brain would remind her that turnabout is fair play, considering the teasing she’s done all evening.

Heat curls through her, an awareness prickling down her spine as she holds his gaze, her heart pounding as she tries, and fails miserably, to breathe at a normal pace. The swipe of his thumb has her aching to press her thighs together even though he’s not anywhere near where she really needs him. Jack’s question, the way he says it -- voice rougher this time, just shy of a growl but still is enough to make her brain short-circuit as her eyelids flutter. 

The feeling of his breath against her ear, the sound of his voice right there makes a soft whine escape, her thighs absently squeezing his hips. Liza’s hands slip to his waist, fingers gripping the fabric of his dress shirt. “I didn’t mean to be cruel…” she purrs, though it’s impossible to mask her breathlessness. “I was just in such a hurry, I didn’t want us to be late for anything.” She’s trying to play coy still, the smirk still playing on her lips despite the hungry desire surging through her. 

Much as she wants him to just carry her off to the bedroom, Liza loves this part -- the way his voice gets that edge, the way he lets her tease and chip away at his self control, pushing those buttons she’s discovered. She knows teasing him is going to lead to some delicious torture, and she’s more than a little okay with having to plead for what she wants. “Cruel was never in my game plan for tonight… though it did feel a little like torture considering how good you look. Maybe it felt a little appropriate to tease you back.”

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@echomancerforhire | cont'd

"And why would I do that?" August sat up a little more in his bed. The old frame creaked. The blankets covered his lower half. And all he wanted to do was smile as he watched Liza try to rise from the bed. "That would be like a painter never stopping to enjoy his artwork." Not that Liza hadn't made art too. Art of sighs, and moans, and 'Yes, August, baby.' Though she'd probably left his back with more of those nice, red lines. If anyone saw him in the showers, they'd ask when he got a cat. "Do you need my help to get to the coffee machine?" An earnest, warm question. "If not, I'll just enjoy the view from here."

His words make her giggle as her fingers close around the fabric of a shirt that she pulls over her head. Knees are still wobbly, legs still feeling like jelly after last night. “Just waiting for you to ask if I’m channeling my newfound spirit animal -- baby deer.” Liza teases, tugging the hem of the t-shirt -- his, given the size and the way it hangs from her shoulder.

She wobbles just a little as she stands, a soft huff of a laugh escaping as she shakes her head once at his question. “I think I can shuffle myself just fine, so please feel free to enjoy the show,” Liza smiles over at him and tosses a playful wink for good measure before starting to move slowly towards the kitchen. 

“Wouldn’t say no to the company, though… sure would make admiring me a lot easier, too.” Her tone is teasing, her voice loud enough to carry back to where August is still lounging in bed. “It might also help to have extra hands while I make breakfast…”

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@alwaysxinxtrouble | didn't ask for it but here it is anyway :D

This is silly -- beyond silly. Borderline let’s get them shirtless and on a calendar with puppies! kind of silly. This is the shit that Liza thinks is a dumb PR stunt, but who is she to look at a hospital administrator and say anything other than yes ma’am, I’ll get right on that.

She may have -- no, she definitely grumbled under her breath after leaving the meeting in Gloria’s office, her own boss included -- but Liza knows when to make waves and when to keep her head down. This? This is one of those just keep your head down moments. Though she knows this will go over with the emergency department’s doctors about as well as a fart in church.

A quiet snort escapes as she lets the elevator drag her down to the Pitt, Dunkin’ coffee in one hand, notebook tucked under her other arm. Liza hopes that she’s able to win some flies with honey, and she takes a breath as the elevator dings and opens to the absolute chaos of the emergency department. While it is chaotic, there’s a rhythm to it, an organization that she’ll never fully be able to wrap her head around. “Hi, sorry…” Liza dodges an older woman in a wheelchair calling someone fruitcake before she makes it to the nurses’ station, praying that one of the people in black scrubs is who she’s looking for.

“I’m looking for um… doctor Shen? I brought coffee, it’s a peace offering -- I work up in the public affairs department, I just need like… ten minutes.” She says, her smile a little nervous as she taps her fingers against the clear to-go cup.

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@vallorouslly sent | ❛  just  one  more  kiss -  ❜ [ dawn flavored ]

“One more,” Liza huffs, but there’s no heat behind it as she pulls her hair up into a ponytail. “You know if you keep lingering, you’re gonna be late for work, and I don’t want that on my conscience.” She teases with a smile as she crosses the living room to where he’s standing by the door, waiting for his one more kiss like he hasn’t wheedled six of them from her already. 

Frankly, he can wheedle as many kisses from her as he wants -- she’ll never say no.

Reaching up, she slides her arms around his neck and smiles softly before she kisses him -- slow, steady. Warm without heat, but with the promise of more later. When she pulls away slightly, a lazy smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “You know I’ll see you in like an hour, right? I’m meeting up with your sister… coffee and knitting. Maybe if no one’s looking, you’ll be able to sneak just one more there, too.” She teases lightly, fingers fussing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

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// ... when you're only halfway through the first ten hour shift of the summer and you're already exhausted 🫠

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