just one thing

Phil had a book to read, a kitchen to cook, the sun and the beach and he had Melinda, the only thing on his mind really. She gained him strengh and the painkillers helped override the pain in his chest. She clung to him, didn’t let him out of her sight and with every day leaving her behind felt more and more impossible.

It was on day 13 that Tony send them a private jet to one of his facilities. They replaced his heart and the dead tissue in three long operations. He was very weak for months and he would never be in the field again, but hey he was retired. Kind of. Not long after, Mack had asked both for counceling. Melinda stayed by his side for more than a year until Phil basically pushed her out of their cabin back into the field again. She liked kicking ass and not just his poor old one, he argued. That’s how a year and half after saving the earth from cracking apart they found themself back in the Lighthouse, sharing one of the bigger bunks. She went out on missions while he stayed in the base or the Zephyr helping Mack planning the ops. Or to calm her down when her body was still tense after a fight just like after this daylong rescue mission.

“Thank you.” Standing between her legs Phil had neatly patched up a small cut on her thigh and below the rib cage. He could tell her body was still on fire, that she needed release and Phil was not up for sparring with her.

“Maybe that’s not the place.” She teased reading his mind.

“It’s not.” His tone remained professional while he went to squeeze her ass with both hands and bring her closer. “Who’s flying us home?” His voice still serious.

“Davis.”

“Jemma?”

“Sleeping.”

“She better be.”

“I will not go lock the door.”

He watched her small elegant hands already working on his fly. Like always her hands worked wonders on him.

“This will have to be quick then.” He apologised up front.

She nodded absentmindly. He lifted her up a little and then she was bare and he was inside of her with a soft moan knowing she would kill him if he’d tease her more.

She kissed his cheek. “That’s good.”

He agreed.

“Phil?”

“Hmm.”

“What happened to quick and dirty?”

He mumbled something disagreeing enjoying the slick slow pace and her soft noises. No one with two good ears would dare to walk in on them, anyways.

“Phil.” She warned him not really meaning it. “That’s not quick.”

They were halfways through their morning routine and Phil had trouble keeping his fingers from her after patiently watching her Tai Chi moves.

“Don’t you want to come to bed with me?”

“What I want…” She didn’t look at his begging eyes and fastened the blood pressure cuff around his arm. “Is for you to hold still.”

“I feel alright.”

Yes, he was stable. Phil was getting even better, not worse, but his heart was still dying.

“It’s ok.” He said and she felt anger swell inside. She shook her head. “It’s not!”

The tone of her voice was telling him to stay quiet. Until today they had managed to avoid that topic.

“In stasis, your body could live for months, maybe years.” She began.

“I don’t know Melinda.” He thought about it, words about a dying husband echoing in his head.

“You want to end this and put me in stasis now?”

Her anger ebbed away: “Not now.”

“When? When I’m too weak to walk?”

“Yes. Maybe then.”

He looked at her for a while.

“We’ll find a way.” She said quietly.

He wasn’t sure about that.

It took him two days to find an answer for himself. They were in bed. It was noon, a hot one. Next to him Phil eyed a naked Melinda, sleeping on her belly, the blanket barely covering her delicious body. His fingers played with her sun bleached hair. He had always loved her hair and here in Tahiti she looked more beautiful than ever. Phil couldn’t remember seeing her this relaxed. They had been in bed together every day and a very sensitive part of him was getting used to Melinda. He was a little numb by now and wasn’t getting enough to find release. After attempt number three she had shoved him away laughing and telling him to give her some rest. Melinda had fallen asleep next to his hot body. Looking at her didn’t help and he felt himself thicken again.

“You cook.” She walked over to lean against to cupboard. “At 3pm.”

“Coudn’t sleep.”

“Maybe we should wait a while.”

He looked her up and down. She was in nothing but panties and now one of his shirts. “Maybe you should wear more clothes.”

She grinned. There was a glimpse of the Melinda he had so much fun with in his youth. Numerous missions just the two of them bickering and getting in trouble. She let him cook and they fell into comfortable silence until he finally turned off the gas: “I thought about it.”

She stiffened next to him, waiting in anticipation.

“I want to try it.”

“Really?”

“Under conditions.” He said strictly.

She smiled and looked him up and down.

“Wanna get back to bed?”

Coulson has made the decision to spend what remains of his life in Tahiti with the most important person in his life, but there’s still one thing he’s never said, and that might just change everything.

(my first Tahiti fix-it fic for all you guys who are still as emotional as I am - and I promise there’s a happy ending)

Phil watched the Zephyr fly away, grateful for the team’s goodbyes, as bittersweet as they had been.

After Daisy had used the centipede serum to defeat Talbot and Fitz had been killed, everyone seemed to have come to terms with Phil’s impending death, or at least there was so much to do that they all let it go. Phil knew that Jemma would find Fitz somewhere out there in space, and he had every confidence that Mack would lead the team well as Shield moved out of the shadows and helped protect the world. But Phil just wanted to spend the rest of his time in a place where he could relax, where he could be content until it was over.

So Daisy, with a smile that was both teasing and sad, had suggested Tahiti.

And Melinda had stated that she was coming with him, her eyes steely as though challenging him to reject her offer.

He never would have. He had known for a long time that the only way he could ever be at peace was with Melinda at his side.

So now the team, his team, was off to their next adventure. And Phil’s adventures were over.

Well, almost over.

Of course, their Skype calls were never scheduled so they came as surprises. The familiar ding of Melinda’s laptop chiming with a Skype notification broke the moment. Phil stopped, and leaned over to the nightstand, trying to catch his breath. “What,” Melinda panted, breaking off into a moan as he shifted inside of her. “What are you doing?” “The team-” “Look at it later.” She began to roll her hips since he wasn’t moving anymore. Her hands went to her chest, continuing to stimulate herself when he wasn’t. “What if something happened?” Phil began to worry. “Then,” Melinda let out another soft moan. “They would call. They’re fine.” “But-” “Coulson.” Now she only called him Coulson when she was pissed. Any other time was just Phil. “If you don’t get back here, you’re sleeping on the couch.” Later, after they were both satisfied, sweaty, and glowing, Phil called the team back. He sat up from the bed, pulling on the shirt Melinda threw to him as she walked to the bathroom. In seconds, the call was picked up. Elena’s face filled the screen. “Hi.” She smiled. “You guys okay?” “We’re great,” Phil replied. “How are you all?”   Mack walked into the frame, sitting down next to Elena. “Oh, hey, Coulson. Good to see you. Daisy was worried when you didn’t answer for a while.” “Yeah,” Elena nodded, a gleam appearing in her eyes. “Too busy with something or someone else?” She teased. “Where is May?“ “She’s in the bathroom,” he replied automatically. Hesitantly, Mack asked, “What have you guys been up to?” “Oh, you know. Laying on the beach, having a few drinks, parasailing.” A familiar hand snuck up his back and onto his shoulder at the same time that Jemma, Fitz, and Daisy came into the frame. Phil reached his arm up and covered Melinda’s hand with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Coulson, May,” Daisy grinned, visibly relaxing. “Are you both enjoying retirement?” “Yeah, do anything fun?” Phil and Melinda shared a look before she spoke. “We’ve gone parasailing a few times.” “Quite a bit, actually.” “Really?” Jemma asked. “How was it? Did you enjoy it?” “It was mind blowing.” Melinda squeezed Phil’s hand. “Oh yeah,” Phil agreed. “We definitely enjoyed it.” “Is that all you guys have done?” Daisy asked. “I mean,” Phil said. “It’s very enjoyable.” Daisy still looked unimpressed. Elena smirked, her eyes pointedly going to the well formed hickey right below Phil’s jaw. “I think parasailing means something else here.” “Wh-” Daisy’s eyes followed hers. They watched Daisy’s face shift from confusion to understanding, and then to disgust. Phil sort of wanted to sink into the ground beneath him but at the same time, teasing the kids was fun. Their reactions were even better. “Gross!” Jemma pinked. “Oh. Oh.” “That’s-” Fitz stammered. His cheeks were rapidly turning bright red. “That’s-” Mack looked a little nauseous. “Uh. Well. Congratulations?” Elena snorted, patting him on the back. “Finally. You guys move slower than Mack.” “I didn’t need to know that,” Daisy whined. “I can never look at that word the same again.” “Parasailing?” Fitz asked, grasping what Phil and Melinda had been doing, but still mildly confused. Next to him, Jemma nudged him with her elbow and whispered something about snorkeling. His cheeks lit up once again. “Look it up,” Melinda said flatly. “And, if you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to it.” Daisy’s shriek of, “Ew!” echoed through the speakers as Melinda disconnected the call.

Phil chuckled, pushing away from the desk as Melinda swung her leg over his lap and sat down. His hands automatically went to her waist. “Really? I thought we agreed they had enough trauma.”

hi!

the short answer is: yes.

the slightly longer one is: it’s too soon to get stressed about it.

S5 barely ended and S6 is one year away, i don’t know what contract every cast member has but each and every one of them has one so… there will probably be negotiations before they pick a storyline.

i see a lot of rants about how the finale was not satisfying and happy as promised but i can’t sympathise with that. sorry! i really liked the finale, it would have been a great series finale as well, with coulson taking back the agency he never had the first time he died, going out in his own terms and knowing the team is safe and close as a family again, and finally enjoying a little quality time with the woman he loves… parasailing! *-*

also: it’s MARVEL ._. coulson died in the avengers and they brought him back, half of our faves are gone with a snap of fingers in the latest movie and we all know for a fact it’s not a permanent thing, they’ll fix it in the next movie (also one year away), so i have about zero doubt that if clark and ming are up to it they’ll find a way first thing in S6.

we had a good run this season, there was hearbreak, scares, romance, lots of angst (which this fandom seems to love) and we were mighty blessed by canon… personally, if half of my OTP does indeed die in the end i won’t feel cheated, cause it mostly felt organic with how the story went.

trust me, i’ve seen totally fucked up unnecessary deaths like ???? (looking at you major crimes…) and inexplicable fanservices that actually left fans nauseated (x-files wtf?) so… i don’t think i would be mad if they were not to come back next season. i woldn’t be watching weekly, probably, if it were the case, but i wouldn’t be too mad.

mostly i remember jeph loeb at this interview stating they’d like to keep clark on the show so… =P

I’d just like to add one thing-

this is Clark’s decision, too.

If he decides he’s done, we all need to cry a bit, but then suck it up and thank him for everything he’s given us and this show.

I’ve seen too many shows ::coughTHEXFILEScough:: where stars have stuck around longer than they wanted to and it usually gets painful.

That being said, like the OP mentioned, if he wants to come back in some capacity (whether it’s series regular or guest star)?

I have zero doubt Jed, Mo, and ABC will make it happen.

Listen. I know this has been a fic dump from me lately. My muse has been going about 130 miles an hour and I just need to strike while this iron is hot. I might be done now. I don’t know. 

Fix-it fic. Scenes from Tahiti. 

They may have determined that time isn’t fixed- but that didn’t mean it stopped moving forward. Even in paradise.

two days

Basic needs are oft forgotten when saving the world, so their first full day is spent mostly sleeping.

The bed is large and inviting, the windows are open to catch the open breeze, and dress shirts and leather have been replaced with shorts and linen.  

They stretch out next to each other, feet tangling and hands idly roaming.

She hesitates before pillowing her head on his chest. She wants nothing more than to feel his heartbeat against her cheek- but doesn’t want to bring him any more pain.

His sleepy eyes focus and become serious. “I’ll let you know if it hurts,” he says.

(It never does.)

Phil kissed her ear: “Good?”

“Yes.”

Nobody moved. Melinda had him. Finally. Like reading her mind his hands rubbed over her back to grab her shoulders. He gently pressed her straight down giving her all he had. She knew what he had since their first time undercover. All gentleman he had tried to hide it but in a brief moment she had felt him quite good, filling her quiet moments for years.

They had moved to the bed and now Melinda glanced at him shamelessly. He was clearly not finished with her. She licked her lips. And then she turned on her stomach. Behind him she heard him swallow. A part of him shocked to see her in this pose waiting for him, but she looked so relaxed, trusting him so much. He slowly came over her like a warm heavy blanket, holding his upper body with his forearms, framing her delicate body. Their fingers entwined and she turned her head to kiss him. She helped him with the angle and soon with every slow thrust the bed was squeeking under them. “I love you.” He told her still kissing her open mouth. It made her freeze and he stopped too, giving her time to let his words sink in. Melinda turned under him throwing him out in the process. She searched his eyes, like she was looking for a doubt. She had chosen the world over him but he was willing to die and abandon her to save everyone.

“You were not allowed to leave me. Not like that-”

He looked at her with all his love: “I know.”

“I will apologize to you.” With a kiss on her lips and a deep moan Phil sunk back inside.

“Oh really?” She teased him.

“With pleasure.”

“At lengh?”

“At lengh.”

I don’t know if its just me, but I’ve spent a good part of the hiatus so far trying to come up with plausible ways for Coulson to be ok or to at least come back in S6 (because I need my AC/Philinda fix, ok?!). I thought I’d share what I have come up with so far:

Options where Coulson is fine:

1. Something to do with ‘The Snap’

Phil gets snapped while in Tahiti and when the Avengers fix the Snap, he’s back and not dying anymore

Something the Avengers do while trying to fix the snap (e.g. time travel - I’ve hear rumours they revisit the Battle of New York) changes things so that Coulson never dies to begin with or doesn’t make the deal with the Ghost Rider

2. They put him in ‘stasis’ using Fitz’s cryo-chamber after saving Fitz, giving FS time to come up with a plan to save him - they still have Daisy’s Mom’s DNA, that could be useful somehow.

3. Uploading his consciousness to the framework so his body dies but he doesn’t 

Bonus points if Fitz, with the memories of the Doctor, manages to recriate Project Lookin Glass and bring him back with a new body (Fitz and Framework redemption arc, Deke and Gramps working together on the framework, plus Coulson Lives? Yes please!)

Options where Coulson’s still dying but back in S6:

1. He’s still dying but hasn’t died yet and he and May come back to the team because they need them.

2. They open with (or flashback to) what happened in the days between Fitz’s ‘death’ and Coulson and May going to Tahiti, giving us at least a bit of Coulson/Philinda in S6.

3. A stand-alone ‘4,722 Hours’ and ‘Rewind’ type episode set in Tahiti in the style of ER’s ‘On the Beach’ (yes, this would break my heart, but it could be such and amazing episode, and I know Clark and Ming would absolutely knock it out of the park!

Prompt: “Phil Coulson is a divorced/widowed single father who joins a gym. Melinda May is his personal trainer” on @philindaprompts​.

Summary: Phil Coulson moves to a new neighbourhood with his daughter - his scars are still fresh and his recovery slow, but he’s intent on moving forward. Melinda May gave up on recovery a long time ago - some things you just don’t recover from.