Calm, but on the verge of great violence.

Acting Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. An independent, selective(ish) Phil Coulson from the Marvel Cinematic Universe and the 616 Universe. NSFW | Crossover Friendly | Mun and Muse 30+ 

[pcoulsonofshield]

Holy hell didn’t realize that I was able to get into my Coulson anymore. What’s good guys?

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[fko-7]

i am both "fast replier" and "never replies" type of person, it depends on my mood.

[satyriconmp3]

the best love language is being irritating

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i will annoy you because i love you <3

[pcoulsonofshield]

Feeling a bit down, if I don’t get to the starters tonight I will tomorrow.

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Starter Call

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@themechcnic​ gets a starter

“This probably is a conversation we should have had awhile ago.” Coulson announced himself as he walked into the tower, “I guess, surprise?” 

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“You don’t have clearance,” Coulson coughed, blood staining his lips as he saw his wife rush to his side, trying to joke despite the very real fact he had been impaled only moments before. 

[lady-llewellyn]

The Fae Queen nodded at his words, still caressing his cheek to ground herself and him. He was much too pale and barely warm, but it was enough. Their bond was stretched thin and she just made it in time to heal him. When he apologized for her feeling his pain, she lressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Apology not necessary, my love. I’m glad I felt it so that I could come in time for you. You can make it up to me with a massage when you’re better.”

Ellyn have him a bright smile, though it was a little forced as she started to glow a little brighter and moved to drape her arm about his shoulders while gripping his jacket more. “Close your eyes and let me take you home, then you can rest in bed.”

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Coulson nodded, closing his eyes he leaned into her embrace. Reaching his arm up, he held onto her as best as he could for her. Taking a deep breath he said hoarsely, “I’m ready.” 

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Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

[pcoulsonofshield]

Random headcanon no one asked for: Coulson absolutely digs the sea shanty trend.

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[iamdarcylewis]

pcoulsonofshield​:

“In my defense, I didn’t write it.” Coulson held his hands up innocently a moment. “But it’s common protocol to have files on anyone we interact with, good or bad.”

“Yeah I get it, it was a pretty big file by the way.” It wasn’t his fault if it was protocol, but there was something bothering her. “Someone is still updating that document and it’s kind of creepy, I’ve been such a good citizen, not getting in troubles.” Okay, maybe a little trouble.

[pcoulsonofshield]

Coulson raised an eyebrow at the last comment, “you’re not getting in troubles? I think I find that as hard to believe as if I were to say I wasn’t a fan of Captain America.” He smirked, “what’s really bothering you about it?” 

[lolax74]

Goodnight gif of the day!

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“You don’t have clearance,” Coulson coughed, blood staining his lips as he saw his wife rush to his side, trying to joke despite the very real fact he had been impaled only moments before. 

[lady-llewellyn]

She blushed at that and grinned at him, snorting a little laugh in mild amusement. “Well, I’m glad it caught your interest for a momet at least.” Ellyn lifted her hand a little to check his wound and was glad to see it mostly healed through as he became stable. But, due to the blood loss and trauma, she knew he needed more time to rest in a safer environment. At his question, she blinked and shrugged.

“The bond, I suppose…I felt this sharp pain and it felt like I was going to throw up or pass out and I knew it had to be you. So, I came as fast as I could–which, given you’re on this fucking tin can in the sky was much harder than it should have been.” Grumbling, she stroked his cheek with her free hand then. “You need to rest, let me take you home, my love. I just need you to close your eyes and hold onto me. The clone will stay in your place and I’ll manage Fury later.”

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He gave a nod, “I don’t think you’re going to get an argument out of me,” he said breathlessly. Watching her, he blinked tiredly. Trying to focus he nodded, “I just want to go home, I’m so tired.” He admitted, his pallor three shades whiter were that even possible. Looking at her, he frowned, “I’m sorry you felt that. . .” 

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@seesbetterfromadistance​  | you’re gonna hate me but I love you

Coulson was getting tired of trying to figure out who and who wasn’t telling him the truth. 

He had finally learned the truth about how extensive his injuries had been during the battle of New York. He hadn’t just been stabbed, he had been impaled, he had died, trying to fight off Loki. But instead of letting him die, instead of letting him be at peace they used a project that he himself had asked be eliminated on him to bring him back from the dead. Even thinking about what they did to bring him back made Coulson want to vomit. But what made things worse, what hurt more than anything?

Fury had Clint authorize the proceedure.

Coulson’s hands trembled as he saw Clint’s signature on the paper, he couldn’t have known, could he have? Coulson wanted to cry and scream and yell all at once. It hurt. It hurt and he didn’t know how he was going to approach Clint.

So he sat, at their table in the apartment with a bottle of scotch in one hand and a glass in the other, with the report laid open in front of him. Trying to decide how best to approach it. 

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“You don’t have clearance,” Coulson coughed, blood staining his lips as he saw his wife rush to his side, trying to joke despite the very real fact he had been impaled only moments before. 

[lady-llewellyn]

The Fae Queen knew he was tired. Hell, beyond tired. But, she had to keep him awake a bit longer and smiled more as he spoke; nodding and giggling when he remembered her trying to hustle him, too. “Ah, yes. It almost worked, but you didn’t fall for my patented cleavage trick…That was a shame, too since it worked on everyone else. I even worried if you weren’t attracted to women because of it.”

Teasing him was tradition and she enjoyed sassing her husband almost as much as she did loving him. The healing was taking a toll on her magic and she struggled then, chanting in Welsh as she used a bit of his blood and breath to make a copy of him for Fury to deal with in his place. “Almost there, darking then we go home and leave this mess behind. Keep talking, Phil.”

[pcoulsonofshield]

“Oh no,” Coulson chuckled weakly, “trust me I had that rack in view. How could I not?” He coughed, and nodded, “just trained to keep an eye out on my surroundings.” He winked as he started to feel at least a bit stable. He still was in danger but knew he’d live. He took a breath and said, “h- -how did you know I was hurt?” 

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“You don’t have clearance,” Coulson coughed, blood staining his lips as he saw his wife rush to his side, trying to joke despite the very real fact he had been impaled only moments before. 

[lady-llewellyn]

She smiled then, just for him and closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate more. A few tears escaped and she managed a little sniffle as she worked and he said that. Her lips brushed over his lightly while she sigged and tried to lighten the mood. “And I love you, very much Phil…If I’m recalling correctly, we crossed paths on your trip to New Mexico at that tacky dive bar in Roswell.”

As she worked, the hold in his chest closed, scarring bit by bit as she met his gaze and smiled more. “You caught me using magic to hustle drunken idiots at pool then we talked all night and shared a wonderful sunrise together. It was beautiful and magical and I fell for you so damned hard after that.”

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He smiled weakly, still incredibly weak but he could feel his heart stabilizing under her hand. He remembered that night well, down to the way that she smelt. He said gently, “that was a good night, even if you did try to take a fifty from me.” He coughed, wincing slightly.