Director Of Shield

I fight. Even when I know that fight could kill me. (Independent Phil Coulson blog, au from Marvel canon. Multi-ship, multi-verse.)

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This is the feels barrel. Please deposit all feels, tears and emotions within the designated receptacle and close the lid firmly.

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"Right Number"

[text: biggest distraction] well hello there. [text: biggest distraction] if you were trying to get my attention, you succeeded. ;)

[lady-llewellyn]

[TXT: Grumpy Gills Phil] Hey yourself, handsome. Want to pop by for lunch? ;) 

She smirked more as she sent that text, leaning back in her chair and contemplating shutting down the store for the rest of the day. After all, Phil always made the most of his lunch breaks and since she owned her business, why not give him the excuse to be gone for the rest of the afternoon? A win-win scenario all the way around, really.

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[text: biggest distraction] i might be able to swing by for a few minutes.

Even as he sent his response, Phil snorted. It was never “a few minutes” but that was just a part of their little dance with one another. He tucked his phone back into his pocket, grabbing his sunglasses and sliding them on as he headed for Lola. He hadn’t driven his car in a little while and as this definitely counted as “unofficial business”, it might not do to be seen pulling in a vehicle with the SHIELD logo on it.

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"Right Number"

[text: biggest distraction] well hello there. [text: biggest distraction] if you were trying to get my attention, you succeeded. ;)

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♂ (For Stacey)

Splintered Heart

Ever since she left home at 18, Stacey Rogers vowed she would never return again. But with the sudden death of her father, her last living relation, she is needed to come back to settle his affairs. Not intending to stay long, her plans hit a snag when she meets Phillip Coulson, the local electrician whom she hires to help her fix up the house to get it ready to sell. The more the house changes - and the more time she spends around Phil - Stacy finds herself wanting to set down roots for the first time in a while. Will she let Phillip bandage her splintered heart and stay?

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"Phil. I missed you."

Glancing up a the sound of Steve's voice, Phil offered him a slightly weary but no less warm smile. "I missed you too. Unfortunately I had to be away for a little while but I'm back now."

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♂ (You know I love these Lee)

(Yes I do.)

The Accidental Princess

Melinda May had heard the rumors of there being royalty in her family tree but when a distant relative passes away with no heirs, she is suddenly thrust into a world of etiquette and court when all she wants is to be training for her next MMA match. To complicate matters, she's expected to marry some other member of royalty but the only person who even remotely catches her interest is Phillip Coulson, her head of security. Can Melinda learn to navigate the ins and outs of royal life while figuring out a way to be herself?

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Send ♂ to my inbox and I will write out a “bodice ripper” title and story synopsis of our two characters as the protagonists of a romance novel.

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strongerthanaman​:

“Don’t you even dare joke about that,” she growled at him as she began to check his head for any bleeding. She grabbed the med kit she had brought and quickly got to work, patching him up. 

“It’s not a joke. I don’t fear death, Mel. Been through it once and it wasn’t that bad. But I don’t want to leave you or anyone else.” Phil held still, allowing her to do what she needed to do. He knew better than to try and tell her he was fine or she could go. She wouldn’t. That wasn’t her way.

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[vaultism-archive-blog]

Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

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strongerthanaman​:

She let out a small chuckle when he answered her honestly. “You’re going to get yourself killed this way Phil. And if you do that to me, I will bring you back to life and kill you myself,” she threatened, pulling out of the hug just enough to look at him. 

“Already died once.” Phil pointed out, his words matter of fact but it the was truth. He had already died once in the line of duty and having experienced what that was like, he didn’t fear it. If it happened, it happened but he didn’t seek it out the way he might have at another point in his life. He had a lot to live for and he knew it.

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PHILLLLLL

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!

[katesgotabow]

HIIIIII I missed you.

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I missed you as well.

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PHILLLLLL

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!

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strongerthanaman​:

“Good,” she replied with a small smirk. She watched closely as he moved his limbs, checking for any more possible injuries. She couldn’t find anything, which made her relax a bit. She pulled him in close, hugging him tightly. “When will you learn not to barge ahead like that?”

“Probably the 8th day of the 6th week of never.” Phil answered honestly, even though he was pretty sure Melinda was going to kick his ass (when he was better). But he wasn’t going to lie to her, even now. Charging in was kind of his brand at this point and with the world being what it was, he was going to have to continue to charge ahead. Do whatever he could to help. He allowed himself to lean into her,

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“You’re getting blood on my clothes!” — peter 😌

"That's what happens when a person gets stabbed, Parker." Phil said through gritted teeth. He had a hand clasped over the wound and he he knew that Melinda and the rest of the Bus Team weren't too far behind. "Go get that bastard and circle back when you have them. My team will be here shortly and we need whatever information we can get out of them."

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@broken-weapon continued from x.

Melinda had already ordered several agents to go after the people responsible. As well as to make sure they brought the individual who specifically hurt him to her for her own sense of justice. “Good. Don’t you dare think of dying on me Phil,” she growled at him. 

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“I wouldn’t dare.” Phil managed to huff a weak chuckle when Melinda growled at him but it was so very her that he couldn’t help being a tiny bit amused about it. He experimentally moved his arms and legs and they seemed to work so that was one thing that was okay, given the current circumstances.

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“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?” (Your choice)

Phil's head ached. He was having a hard time remembering anything at the moment but as soon as he heard Melinda's voice, he forced himself to crack an eye open. She looked pissed but he knew her well enough to know that her wrath wasn't directed at him. Rather, it was going to be directed at whoever had done this to him and he didn't envy them that fate. "M'here, Mel." he mumbled.