#Phlint

[gotlostonmywayhome]

This would be so much fun to write. I wish my brain would word so I can write it. So many ships that I love would be perfect for this.

[hero-i-am-not]

Clint: Soooo

Phil: What is it, Barton?

Clint: Nothing! I brought you coffee!!

Phil, pinching his nose: Clint.

Clint: …

Phil, waiting: …

Clint: ImSorryIDidntMeanToShootIt

Phil, taking a bracing gulp of coffee: How much damage?

Clint, hiding: $20 million

[clintbartoncore]

unstoppable force (clint flirting on comms) vs immovable object (coulson’s consummate professionalism)

[oldfangirl81]

Marvel Ornaments for gifts that I've painted over the last few days.

[nolanfa]

So this is what I drew for @spagbol99 for @marveltrumpshate.

[clintcoulson]

Results and Final

First Meeting/Recruitment won the Blue bracket (beating Trope Day) with 55% of the vote (11/20).

Found Family wins the Purple Bracket (beating Rescuing Each Other) with 63.2% of the vote (12/19)

Days already in:

Supernatural Day

Reverse Trope Day

Hurt/Comfort Day

Strike Team Delta Day

Avenger 2012

AU Day

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

[ralkana]

My Phlint board is coming along! I need more little themed filler pins, but I love the ones I've found so far!

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Clint/Coulson Denny’s has a scrambled egg sausage and bacon sandwich and it’s either noon or midnight.

It's either noon or midnight. Phil isn't sure. They're in the artic circle, and the sun hasn't gone down in nine days. But somehow, there's a Denny's, and there's scrambled egg and sausage and bacon sandwiches.

And there's Clint. Popping up and walking to the counter. Phil watches the door while Clint talks to a server. No one should know they're here, in this Denny's at the top of the world, but they've been plenty of places no one should have found them and been found.

Clint sits back down and flashes Phil a grin. He taps their boots together under the table, then signs, "You're about to love me" with one hand while absently eating bits of sausage off his sandwich with the other.

"Love you now," Phil signs back, sloppy and almost uncoordinated. The sun's been up for nine days, and Phil feels like he's been up as long. Blackout curtains let him sleep, but he doesn't wake up feeling like he has. Clint's done much better, something in him hard-wired to adapt and adjust in a way that Phil doesn't usually envy, but it's hard in a place like this.

"Coffee," the server says, smiling at Phil with a knowing look as she tosses a pot holder on the table, and then sets down a full carafe of coffee. "Your husband asked if we could make you a double-caffeinated pot. Says our lovely lack of sunset is doing a number on you."

"I fucking love you," Phil signs. Clint giggles. "Thank you," Phil says to the server."

"I'm a transplant myself," she says. "I remember those days. You'll adjust if you're here long enough."

"Unfortunately, we won't be," Phil says. They're due to leave in three days. "But the coffee will definitely help."

"I'll leave a note on the kitchen board to look out for the two of you," the server says. "Enjoy your coffee," she signs and grins when Clint whoops.

Phil smiles at him and pours them both a hot, fresh, extra-strength cup of coffee. "Husband?" he signs.

Clint shrugs. "Close enough," he replies.

"The moment we get back," Phil promises, and Clint beams as he watches Phil take his first sip and sigh in relief.

[the-feels-assassin]

Weekly Writing Update

Still plugging away at my Phlint Christmas fic.

For those following along, this fic takes place Dec 22, 2005 - Jan 2, 2006, in which Phil Coulson goes home to Manitowoc and his family of origin, which consists of his mom, two older siblings, their spouses, and a myriad of kids. Then Clint and Nat show up. Family trauma and drama! Plus Phil and Clint getting together.

So in this scene there are two characters "Ashley" and "Tim" who are Phil's 20 year old niece and 18 year old nephew, respectively. Ashley attends Harvard; Tim is still in high school. The "Chris" mentioned in passing is Phil's older sister.

“I needed this,” Clint said, pushing himself into a head stand. He held it for a moment, and then walked on his hands towards Natasha and the kids. It wasn’t as easy to do on the uneven ground or in the snow, the wetness was starting to seep through his gloves, but Clint had done it on worse terrain in the circus. Tim and Ashley were both watching him with wide eyes. If they thought these easy tumbles were impressive, they must not know many gymnasts or acrobats. Clint supposed his sort of people may not be common at Harvard. “You should have worked out with me this morning instead of canoodling,” Natasha said. She stepped forward and pushed his feet. He fell over backwards into the snow. “Ugh, you know I hate working out first thing,” Clint said, hopping up. “Plus the canoodling was with Phil.” A goofy smile came over his face. Phil with his broad hands mapping Clint’s back. Phil, his warm mouth as thorough and competent as he was. “It was too good to pass up.” “You’re really like with Uncle Phil?” Ashley asked, her face and voice filled with puzzlement. She stood next to Natasha, her arms crossed in front of her as she studied him. Her expression was analytical—a cross between the dissecting gaze of Chris and the considering gaze of Phil. “Like, you’re his boyfriend?” “Hell yeah,” Clint said with a big grin. Boyfriend. He was Phil Coulson’s boyfriend. He knew Phil hated that word, but Clint didn’t. He hated partner because it made them still seem like coworkers. He liked boyfriend, because everyone knew what it meant. He was Phil’s. “It’s just…” Ashley shook her head. “I don’t get it.” “What’s there to get?” Clint asked. “I love him. He loves me.” “But you’re so…” Her face scrunched and she motioned at all of him. “Cool. And Uncle Phil is…” She looked to Tim for help. “Not,” the boy said with a shrug. “Uncle Phil is a dork.” “The secret is that they are both dorks,” Natasha said.

Current Total Word Count: 88,823

[winter-angst]

Phil: sorry Clint, I’ve been going through an episode. Sorry if I’ve been acting weird the past couple of weeks

Clint: episodes last weeks?

Phil: yeah, they can last months 😔

Clint: what the fuck are you watching?

[pawpawholler]

Voice still rough, Clint met Phil’s eyes and said, “Natasha is here.” “What do you want me to do?”  Part of the reason Phil’s file on Clint was so thick was the way Natalia Romanova was entangled in his life. Despite their best efforts, Phil’s most reliable information brokers were stymied by Romanova. Nobody knew where she had come from, how old she was, or what her skills were. The one thing Phil did know was that when they had been entangled for years in a bad situation, Clint and Natasha had bought out their contracts together. After these last months with Clint, Phil knew he owed her for taking care of Clint, more than he could ever repay. Right there in the hall, in front of Madame Clotilde and the team and any stray guests, Clint dropped to his knees like his strings had been cut, begging. “Get her contract. Please. I’ll do anything.” “You don’t need to do a single thing.” Phil smiled, and Madame Clotilde took a step back, eyes widening. “This will be my pleasure.”

[ao3feed-ship-clintcoulson]

What He Meant

What He Meant https://ift.tt/6gE3eRF by gth694e Clint Barton finally gets Phil Coulson in is bed only to have Phil slip out in the middle of the night, thinking it’s a one-night stand. This is not acceptable, Clint meant this to be the start of something real, something permanent. Now he just has to figure out how to get Phil to understand what he meant. Words: 4729, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Jasper Sitwell Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Phil Coulson & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Phil Coulson & Natasha Romanov Additional Tags: Strike Team Delta, Get Together, Fluff, a tiny bit of angst to spice the fluff, Pining

[oldfangirl81]

Made some more fandom meringue toppers.

[clintbartoncore]

it can be really fun to play with the guard dog/(un)trained puppy metaphors for ClintCoulson

Like, people misconstruing Clint’s trust of/willingness to work with Coulson as doglike obedience. Clint wasn’t socialized or trained properly before Coulson got ahold of him (*cough* his potential and skills were being wasted *cough*). Clint looks out for Phil before he looks out for anyone else other than himself. Coulson is the only senior agent who knows how to command Clint (ough. double entendres).

but I also love when we play with the reciprocal idea of possession. Coulson is Hawkeye’s handler. Coulson belongs to him more than he belongs to other assets because he’s the one holding Clint’s metaphorical leash, and nobody else is allowed to do that (or good enough to do that) and that means a deeper sense of obligation and connection (in Clint’s mind (and also in reality bc this is my scenario)).

[clintcoulson]

More voting

Going to Google for these last two rounds, because I do more with their forms

Regarding the date - I let the vote happen when we first did this and I've stuck with it all the years, but I work in schools and the May date is horrible for me. So, I'm abusing my modly powers and...

We're moving to June!