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.
mains ;;@thetenthman // @alwaysxinxtrouble // @asgardianhammer // @untamedtempest //@vallorouslly //
blogroll ;; @slowmo-md // @whatwxsright
my hair is VERY soft and could EASILY be played with and you know how many people are playing with my hair??? zero
DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS
* for the ones who want to keep you safe from harm
VIRAL TWEETS COLLECTION ⸻ ⟢ little confessions and compliments, statements and cry for help, some yearning and flirting prompts. credits to the owners of these tweets.
❤︎ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀CHE 𝐎𝐅 𝐏ROXIMITY. ( a remastered collection of 90+ kissing scenarios. feel free to reverse roles + adjust phrasing as desired. mature content within. THIS PROMPT WILL BE UPDATED. )
[ txt : lanie ] just can’t sleep
[ txt : lanie ] … are you busy?
[ txt : lanie ] i know it’s late, but i wouldn’t mind some company if you’re up for it?
Logan can't help the smile soon overtaking his face as she guides him into the house by his hand in hers. The sensation sends a warmth spreading through him, going directly to his cheeks in a pink bloom as butterflies gently flutter in his belly. When she lets go, it's almost like he feels a part of him leave with her, but he says nothing after it. Setting his helmet on the nearby table in the entryway, he toes off his boots and sheds his jacket, hanging it on the stand by the door before padding into the kitchen. "There wasn't that much traffic out tonight." Shocking, given the week ahead, the patterns typically hold. But maybe this one was proving to be a bit of a slower one for those in the little town. Not that he was complaining by any means, because it meant he got here faster.
But he watches her briefly as she wanders to the oven to pull out the latest batch of cookies, and his eyes linger probably too long on her form, catching every movement and staring. Only when she turns does he snap out of it, putting the milk in the fridge and then grabbing the little insulated bag he'd come with to the counter where she's recruited him for scooping.
"It smells wonderful in here." He's already got a severe hankering for as many cookies as he can reasonably eat, but as he stands beside her, he smirks. "Behold: my secret dough scooping weapon." With a flourish, he presents an ice cream scoop. "This way, they're all more uniform and it's less messy. Observe." He teases with a smile as he takes the scoop and easily gathers up enough dough within to then pop it on the cookie sheet with a gentle snick of the mechanism flicked with his thumb. "I should hope you're aware, at least a quarter of these cookies will be gone tonight." He says with a serious tone of his voice but a little bit of a mock grin he's trying to stifle for the gag itself. "You're feeding a black hole, here." When it came to sweets, it was painfully obvious when he simply couldn't stop, and cookies are one of his ultimate favorites.
It’s so natural to just reach for his hand, to drag Logan into her home. Like she’s been doing it for forever. She listens to him as she pulls the cookies from the oven, her mind drifting for a moment, dreaming up a wholly different but no less perfect scenario. One where she opens the door and instead of just dragging him inside, she jumps into his arms first, hugs him, peppers his face with little kisses before the timer interrupts them –
Liza’s pulled from her thoughts when she hears the fridge close after Logan’s put the milk away, her cheeks immediately pinking when he comes to stand beside her. But then he compliments how good it smells and she can’t stop the grin from pulling at her lips. “Thank you… it’s my grandma’s recipe. Super secret.” She teases, like the bag of Tollhouse chips isn’t sitting right on the counter, recipe-side up.
To be fair, it was the same recipe her grandma used.
When he pulls an ice cream scoop from his bag, she gapes for a second before looking up at him. “Okay… why have I never considered this before?” Liza says, watching as he drops the dough onto the pan. “Though, in my defense, there is something pleasantly methodical about rolling them the old fashioned way… but this is faster.” She smiles and leans her hip against the counter, watching him place the dough in neat little uniform scoops.
“Listen – you’re putting in at least a little of the work, and you brought over milk? It only seems fair that I share a little with you.” Liza says, not even bothering to hide her own smile before scooting around him to flick the light inside the oven on, checking the batch that was cooking. “Mm – trust me, I’ll swat one out of your hand when I think you’ve had enough. Though I gotta say,” she looks at him again, her smile turning a little playful. “For a guy who eats so many sweets, you either have a really good dentist, or a flawless dental hygiene routine.” Liza blushes again – sure, she could just as easily have said she likes his smile, but she likes to throw in the playful compliment.
@vallorouslly sent | sender absentmindedly reaches for receiver’s hand while walking [ meme ]
It’s not often that she leaves her apartment to head into work and finds Logan lingering by the front of her building. When he does, though, it always makes her smile – today is no exception, though it feels a little different. After they stop for coffee, he seems nervous, almost. She knows he’s been prepping for another assignment, but she hadn’t thought it was something to be nervous about. On the surface it seemed routine, but maybe he’s caught onto something that she hasn’t.
She’s lost in her own thoughts for a second, worrying about him, when she feels his fingers on her skin, a tingle shooting up her arm when his hand closes around her own. Liza looks over at Logan and squeezes his hand gently – he must be in need of some kind of comfort if he’s reaching for her hand like this, right?
Maybe he just wants to hold hands with you, silly, she thinks, then feels her cheeks pink at the idea.
“Logan?” Liza murmurs, squeezing his hand again when they pause at a crosswalk. “Hey… you okay?”
// today’s the hubby’s birthday, and in typical florida man fashion, we’re gonna go hatch baby alligators this weekend to celebrate xD
Delanie hands over the cup with a warm smile, setting the pastry down onto the table. She nudges the laptop out of the way for a moment, so she can pull out the pastry boxes. "I got a bit of everything, so, take your pick." She grins, taking a little sip of her own coffee.
On top of bringing coffee and goodies, Liza also appreciates the way Lanie nudges her laptop out of the way, even if it is just to have somewhere to put the pastry bag. “You’re literally the best, y'know. Aha! Blueberry… perfect.” She says before smiling up at the other woman. “I swear I’m going to have to get you back for all of this somehow. Drag you to dinner or something.”
❝ ah fuck . ❞
five moves around , the temporal jump behind him disappearing && wipes himself down , before looking around . he doesn't wait for a response , instead reaches out towards liza && takes the coffee cup from her , && swallows it back . his face turns up , absolutely revolted at the taste before glancing down at the liquid inside . ❝ is this chamomile ? ❞ he asks disgusted . ❝ what happened to coffee ? ❞
Liza gasps, more from the sudden curse than the sudden appearance, perhaps a side effect of working with people who just liked to appear next to you for no real reason. Before she can really react, though, her tea mug is snatched from her grasp and Five is taking a drink from it before looking absolutely horrified that she’s not drinking coffee. “It’s almost nine-thirty at night, you nutjob. Of course I’m drinking chamomile tea and not coffee.” She chuckles quietly before snatching the mug back carefully. “I’d be happy to make you some, though, if you’d like. Since you just divebombed from God knows where into my living room.”
She glanced down at the tea in her mug before taking a sip – not like Five’s riddled with weird diseases, as far as she’s aware, at least. “I’ll make coffee, you tell me what weird shit you were doing before you dropped in.”
// when you woke up with a migraine, started your period, and had a fkn staff meeting drag on for too long bc of that one fkn person all in one morning? someone pls just… put me out of my misery, im so over today 😭
