#coulsonx

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@coulsonx continued from here

maria stalled her hand before reaching for the comm, considering coulson’s request. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, it was just that — well, like he said, there were a lot of patrols. she didn’t want him to get stuck. that was the problem with someone needing to stay on the outside. at least if she was down in the bunker with coulson, she knew someone had his back.

he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but he still didn’t have eyes in the back of his head and if someone snuck up on him, that was that. maria wasn’t close enough to stop him from getting hurt, although she could make sure that no one managed to get phil out of the building — in the worst case scenario. not likely, but part of her job was to consider the worst case and make sure it didn’t happen.

“i thought you knew how to vulcan nerve pinch them,” maria teased, relaxing infinitesimally when she heard his voice in her ear after a long moment of silence. “you’re telling me you don’t have a closet nearby you could have dragged them into?” she reached out, snagging a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and lifting it to her lips to mask her talking.

“a dongle? what is this, eighth grade computer class?” she let out a quiet laugh, looking towards the windows. so far, no one that mattered seemed to realize that anything was off, and she was good with that. “fine, you can have a minute, but if i have to come down there and risk this gown, i’m going to make you buy the replacement.”

she dropped her glass on another tray, working her way through the crowd until she was positioned close to the doors the tours were going through. she claimed one of the tall tables, wiggling her fingers at the group of men waiting for their turn. she’d never understood the appeal of wine cellars — wasn’t the point of wine to drink it, not let it get dusty on a shelf? “do y’all know how many tours are left tonight?” she asked, putting on her best southern belle.

#coulsonx #v: main #[yes this is so good i LOVE it] #queue a message

[adeadlyspy]

“ i  am  the  deepest  shade  of  jaded. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 and not a single day would go by without doing so. at least spending a few minutes with each other meant something. it’s a slow building block to a sustainable relationship. counting each other’s issues and picking them out will only generate more distrust and more questions without having to try. taking this job granted the opportunity to explore their language; what was he like without the suit? where did she go to buy groceries? the little things that really mattered to her. and oddly enough, she wanted to know just how mundane she’s willing to be -- if that kind of trait was embedded into her. 

with bright chirps of robins and finches just outside of his window, it was a faint and soft lullaby that could drift her right back to sleep. her head rests near his chest, clothed loosely under the sheets with an arm over his abdomen. a lazily tangle to simply bask in each other’s space before getting the day started. she knew she should’ve asked him to stay over last night but she couldn’t bare to bother him. for once, instead of resisting and being terrified of the worst, this was her step in being open and honest as she possibly could. her arm stretches out slightly to reach for his hand, yawning quietly and buried her face briefly,  “  do we have to move?  ”  she complained, muffled against his side. she felt his warm hand glide and rub across her back, feeling the vibration of a sleepy chuckle escape. of course, they do. otherwise the director would be suspicious, annoyed, send out a scout or all of the above: she knows the drill.

miss ‘hartley’s’ activity in the neighborhood maybe in slight jeopardy. she was ever so lucky not to be seen by the mailman. and she would never enter his home without breakfast in hand. but right now, the weight of the world left her shoulders for a couple of minutes to really enjoy his company before the day starts. fight after fight across the states left the fox weary to pursue anything further than what was on the surface, the obvious attraction and charming wit carried by both. it’s the only time where there was no tricks up her sleeve, no slick remarks. she felt the tips of dark strands being toyed with, lightly brushed and toyed by his hand. after a long moment of listening to the soundtrack of the neighborhood, the rasp in his voice broke the silence with something somber, as if he meant it in more ways than one, ‘i am the deepest shade of jaded.’

she opened her eyes for a moment, shifted her head to rest her cheek closer to his chest. how can she show that she’s sympathetic to how he feels? it’s a constant train of thought for her, of how to go about being as kind and gentle as she can exude in order to be sweet to him and to her own heart. what can she do to make so they don’t hurt each other -- it sounds so over the top, a basic answer for those who are used to being affection. but it struck a heartstring to hear him say that. and sam wished there was some way to heal those wounds. with an inhale to consume the feeling and an exhale past her nose, the hand she stretched out brushed along his palm and wrist, moving to tangle digits together and rub her thumb just along his knuckles,  “  yeah, you are,  ”  as if to say she understands in her quiet tone. eyes were closed once more, her grip moves in to hold his hand with more warmth,  “  let’s take a real vacation after this mission?  ”

#coulsonx #answered.

[doctordonovan-a]

closed  starter  for  @coulsonx​​

 she knows room well:      but then again,    there are few spaces brunette hasn’t memorised to the point their every detail,    their every creak and sound,    hasn’t become a kind of muscle memory.   (  a  habit geneticist defines as simple survival over any admission that trauma seeps through bones and veins enough that she cannot truly say where it ends    &&    the rest of her begins again.  )     ❝    does shield run a special module on sneaking?    ❞

 peridot eyes don’t rise from screen,    nails continuing rhythmic tapping.    she knows room well,    and she knows when she’s not as alone in her silence as she’d prefer to be,   l ab lights dull enough to make up for the long hours spent buried in her research.    ❝   one day you lot will start bringing green tea with you if you’re going to forgo the usually accepted ‘dropping by’ hours.   ❞

#coulsonx #𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟: // heroism all around us #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // i have no idea why she's like this #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // please let me know if it doesn't work for you of course x

[staticveil]

                                                                  " pass me those binoculars a second... "

   aye aye, captain. . . she almost says it aloud,  & for a moment allows herself to be grateful for the ability to maintain some sense of professionalism even in her current state:  bored, cramped into a tiny car in the middle of the night with none other than @coulsonx​.  she shuffles quietly,  hand reaching to grab the tool at her side before she’s offering the device to to the man beside her.  

    “ y’know  —  I kind of hoped that if i was going to be pulled off my assignment on the iliad,  it would be for for something a little more exciting than this . . .”  hazel hues are hidden in the shadows,  but still they search his visage for a sign of why they’re really stranded a safe distance from this warehouse they’ve been surveilling for the last several hours.  no one has gone in,  no one has come out.  doesn’t he have people for this? to no avail,  his expression offers up what was to be expected:  few hints.  “ c’mon,  let’s at least find a way to pass the time. . . ”

#they say i did something bad › answered. #coulsonx #kara: stuck in one giant tin can to a much smaller one ig #also kara: phil im bored pls #she is a serious agent of shield #001 › i was young & dreamed of glory.

[whitesuited]

her  phone  vibrates  against  the  top  of  the  bedside  table  ------  once,  twice,  three  times  before  it  falls  silent  again,  only  to  repeat  the  little  dance  two  more  times  before  a  hand  emerges  from  underneath  the  blankets  to  slowly  drag  it  towards  the  bed  before  it  too  disappears  beneath  the  sheets. out  of  sight  out  of  mind  doesn't  seem  to  want  to  apply  to  the  device  -----  it  isn't  long  before  the  buzz  starts  up  again,  even  if  this  go  around  is  muffled  significantly  by  the  weight  of  her  pillow.

               "someone  can't  take  a  hint  this  morning,"  she  murmurs  with  a  groan  before  attempting  to  bury  herself  deeper  into  the  space  under  his  chin  she's  dutifully  spent  the  majority  of  last  night  cultivating  for  herself;  one  final  effort  to  ignore  whoever  it  is  waiting  for  her  on  the  other  end  of  the  call. but  there  comes  a  point  where  avoidance  shifts  into  curiosity,  and  as  much  as  she  would  rather  stay  here  for  the  foreseeable  future,  the  unknown  eventually  convinces  her  to  dig  the  offending  cell  out  from  under  the  pillow  and  listen  to  the  newly  curated  playlist  of  voicemails  that  await  her.

              "shit. i  need  to  go  to  lowtown,"  the  effort  to  push  herself  up  from  the  mattress  is  half  hearted  at  best,  regardless  of  the  pressing  issue  that's  waiting  for  her  on  the  other  side  of  town. but  before  she  can  begin  to  swing  her  legs  towards  the  edge  of  the  bed  she  feels  the  warmth  of  his  arm  around  her  waist,  a  gentle  push  against  her  sternum  with  the  open  palm  of  his  hand.

❛    no  ,      nooo    -    come    back    to    bed. ❜      /      @coulsonx​​​

              "i  wish,"  she  can't  see  him  fully  when  she  attempts  to  crain  her  neck  and  glance  behind  her,  just  the  arm  that's  laid  claim  to  her  and  the  even  way  he  breathes. it's  so  tempting. "maybe  you  should  petition  my  boss  on  my  behalf,"  a  suggestive  tease  delivered  with  a  raised  brow  and  a  sliver  of  tongue  between  her  teeth. the  benefits  of  being  one's  own  boss  suddenly  increasing  by  one. "see  if  you  can  be  persuasive  enough  to  get  me  a  pass  to  go  AWOL."

#coulsonx #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #┅┅┅ CLOSED ARC. ┉ ( RE : COULSONX. ) #bless those visits of his to madripoor #i don't think there's a unit of measurement large enough #to do how much i missed them justice

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[dingvs]

name :  zed. pronouns :  she / hers. preference  of  communication :  tumblr dm’s to start. then ask for discord & usually i’ll drop it (but i am a lil nervous about that sometimes tbh) name  of  muse(s) :  steve harrington (you are here), agent coulson @coulsonx, a multimuse @eldritchsacrifice, & a sci-fi horror oc named majerie victorias @thebiophage. experience / how  long  ( months / years ? ) :  i starterd rp’ing online in AOL chatrooms when i was like 7 or 8. i’m currently 32.

best  experience :  i’ve met some of the best friends i’ve ever had in rp. my current best friend (whose coming to visit in a month~) i met back when disney rps were a big thing. we both wrote these horrible evil muses and just bonded over that. now we have a billion and one muses together. she pushes me to write and try new things all the time, and to better my skills. so the best thing is meeting her, and then meeting all of the wonderful friends i’ve met since then~

rp  pet  peeves / deal  breakers :  fetishizing people as a whole (their sexuality, gender identity, kinks, etc) really turns me off. tumblr has a way of being super disrespectful about wlw characters but over-sexualizing mlm characters and it’s really uncomfy to me. otherwise: i really hate massive age gaps, like an 18 year old muse and a 45+ year old partner and it was rampant in the rp group circuit for a while (most of my rp pet peeves are from rp groups). i also really do not like when someone asks to plot and then leaves the entire onus onto you to figure out said plot. so the “hey wanna plot” and followed by “what ideas do you have” while offering none of your own. lastly: people that romanticize evil muses. muses are evil. there’s nothing romantic about it. don’t apologize for it, don’t give some justification behind it. just be evil. there’s nothing wrong with wanting to explore an evil muse if you do it tastefully.

muse  preferences  fluff,  angst,  or  smut :  i’m a big ol simp for angst plots. the angstier the better. i like fluff in moderation ---if a thread or plot is just fluff i lose interest. smut is conditional. it depends on the muse connection, depends on my chemistry with my writing partner, depends on my mood for the day. sometimes i just do not have the brain to engage the lizard center to write it. other times it come ezpz. but overall - i prefer angst.

plots  or  memes :  god, memes. a lot of the aforementioned “do you wanna plot, what ideas do u have” thing BURNED ME OUT. there was a period of time where i bent over backward to pull plots out of my ass to try and get something with everyone and now i have 1 braincell to spare. so memes. memes are great prompts, even. they make you think out of the box.

long  or  short  replies :  i always tend to get pretty long with my replies, if only because i really like exposition behind the dialogue or thought process. i have 0 issue with shorter replies, i just ... have a hard time doinf them myself.

best  time  to  write :  when muse strikes, so long as i have access to a computer and little distraction.

are  you  like  your  muse(s) :  i wish i was like steve. he has such a good heart, even if he’s a little bit of a moron about it. he’s really just this great guy and he’s grown so so much. i’d say i’m really nothing like any of my muses. i tend to write characters who had personalities quite the opposite of myself, but i know i also put a tiny piece of myself into my muses when i do choose to write them. so i suppose i just have to discover what part of me is in steve!

#xii. ooc #i stoles it

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@coulsonx​ asked:  ❛ you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ❜

“oh, but i really could get rid of you that easily.” maria gestured to the computer beside her. “it’s just one form that i have to fill out.” three if you counted the whole ‘in triplicate’ nonsense, and of course she’d have to justify it to fury, but it wasn’t as hard to get rid of someone as they made it seem. not that she actually would do something like that. not to coulson, anyway, but it wouldn’t do to have him get complacent about his job. she needed him around — both hands, and all that jazz — and she liked working with him. not something she could say about most people. the whole dating each other part of it definitely had something to do with that, but she wasn’t about to be swayed by a (very pretty) pair of eyes. 

but if she ever did put it through it was proof that she’d been replaced by an alien. “but you’re right, i’m not going to get rid of you, whether or not it’s easy. because i like working with people who aren’t idiots, and —” she offered him a stack of paperwork, standing up from where she was perched on her desk. “your clearance is high enough that you can help me with this part of my job.” maria winked, brushing a kiss over his cheek. “there might be a few other reasons to keep you around too, i guess.”

platonic starters || accepting

#coulsonx #v: main #[answered ask] #[maria pls give a guy a break] #queue a message

[thebiophage]

      -carrd. (wip)

      a study in grief, trauma, and growth.                         ------taught by zed.

      WHERE IS ZED??       coulsonx. eldritchsacrifice. dingvs. times2. schuldgevoel.

#pinned. #dni with this post.

[intombedarc]

         THE STATE OF BLISS WILL SPIN ANYONE INTO THE DEEPEST CYCLE, whether if it’s in lust or in rage, it harvested her completely. as it does for him. melting together could’ve been their deadliest combination, not knowing if the other was ready to put forth the kind of work that was needed (or regretted) as far as she was concerned, there was no regret... just wondering if there’s more. if she’s capable of handling it right now. the past couple of days was where her willpower kicked in to skip a few drinks, really focus on herself for the sake of her kin and for a certain operative that dropped in on her life again.

          their kisses were not the same. poverty for the taste of each other consumed them both so quickly, she was swept up from her legs to be carried over to her bed this time. hands gripped his collared shirt, once pristine and pressed only to be ruined. heavy breaths pass each other, hips straddled the agent, pulling off his shirt one sleeve at a time in hurried fashion. hands go to cradle his neck, just like old times. palms slip down his chest... and she suddenly feels a change in terrain. this was not the same body anymore. a furrowed look takes place as she peels back gently to really look -- right over his heart, or what could be his heart,  “  wait?  ”  she finally speaks, her thumb grazing over the large scar from tip to end,  “  what the fuck is this?  ”

@coulsonx​ bc i want violence

#coulsonx #i said this was gonna be little and i lied #jessica ; threads.

[whitesuited-arch]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.  /  001. ↳ @coulsonx 🤍

#coulsonx #you're atlas in his sleepin' and when you move i'm moved.❞ 〉 ♡ 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚡. #ENJOY 💕💕💕 #knee jerk reaction was sharon tracking down the one ( 1 ) place in madrip.oor #that has ny style pizza #but my heart says this is them after he gets her back to the states #and she just wants to eat as much pizza as he will tolerate #either way they're too good looking together #you're atlas in his sleepin' and when you move i'm moved.❞ 〉 ♡ 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚡.

[ironicarus-aaaa]

send  📜  and  i’ll  use  this  incorrect  quotes  generator  with  your  muse  and  my  muse          featuring  @coulsonx

#out of character. #coulsonx #SCREAMING

[sweetsister]

       A WALK IN OBSCURITY BENEATH HER DARK CHAFFON, NOT A SOUL WAS aware of her presence, no matter how many interpol agents spread across london like roaches cowering for food. a little excitement to amp up the next target on her list. it was hardly a task for evelyn to achieve. go in, scour the area, keep her filthy paws away from all surfaces, boots clean off each floor she walked across and slice the throats of those who deserved their six feet drop. and of course, that was before her encounter with shield. her last escape nearly exposed the whole operation, scrapes off her knees and bruises across her back. what felt like simple wear and tear ended up being more with one particular agent. 

       every nook and cranny of london was known, not a single space was untouched. tonight was yet another undeserving soul to prowl the streets with no justice. digits held her glass of the last few sips of champagne. word beneath the city spread quickly over shield’s involvement on her moves. fine. a challenge never hurts. a gathering to mask the target, semi casual as she floats between bodies that disguise her presence. eyes trained on a few familiar faces by the agency that was breathing down her neck. she recognizes him immediately; a matte black and perfectly pressed suit. before she knew it, light steps circle the agent, aware to keep the clicks of her heels in tune with the others that pass. her words travel sickly sweet, just around the corner of his shoulder,  “  you’re quite persistent, aren’t you?  ”

@coulsonx​

#coulsonx #are my edges sharp? « marvel. »

[ircnwrought]

@coulsonx​ played muse roulette  (wanda)  !!

__________✦      THERE    IS    A    DEGREE    OF    DISBELIEF    PASSING    ACROSS    FEATURES    AS    SHE    TAKES    IN    THE    OTHER    BEFORE    HER.      in  the  crevices  of  her  chest,      she  can  feel  a  beating  heart      (      weak    but    there    !!      )      reminding  her  she  is    alive,      even  after  everything  that  has  happened  in  the  last  few  years.        she  doubs  her  past  self  would  even  recognize  the  woman  she  has  become.      with  powers  strong  enough  to  level  a  universe  at  the  tips  of  her  fingers    &&    only  the  desire  to  leave  the  world  better  than  she  found  it,      she  struggles  to  hold  her  destiny  at  bay.      much    like    atlas    carrying    the    sky.      ❛      what  could  your  organization  want  with  a  witch  anyway    ??    ❜      she  is  used  to  the    fear,      the  unknown  she  brings  to  sow  the  seeds  of    CHAOS    for  all  to  see.      to  be  sought  out  for  help    ??      well  there  is  a  first  for  everything  she  supposes.      who  is  she  to  judge  when  she  can  cast  hexes    &&    fly    ??        ❛      don't  you  all  keep  a  roster  of  other  heroes    ??    ❜

#coulsonx #c; wanda maximoff #v; undetermined

[griimarch]

@coulsonx​ asked: 📜

Coulson: Can you keep a secret? Gemma: Do you know anything about my life? Coulson: No I do not. Good point.

#𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰.╟ Answered ╢ #coulsonx