AVENGERS ASSEMBLE...AND MAKEOUT

[foxxcub]

Okay, so. With all the excitement that's been building over the last week or so, there seems to be an unreasonable amount of negativity coming along with it. And that just won't do! So here's what I propose:

♥an Avengers Kissing Meme♥

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[delicatale]

[absolutely nonsensical tiny morning drabble of the Phil/Clint variety, PG]

A flutter of fingers, a sleepy-warm smile, eyes barely open as coffee drips steadily into the pot, Clint leans against Phil, back to chest, Phil’s lips pressed to Clint’s shoulder. “Morning,” Phil says softly, muffled against skin.

“Hi.”

“Slept okay?”

Clint hums in answer, nodding as he grabs two cups from the drying board on the side of the sink, filling them up. He feels Phil’s nose scrunch up against his shoulder.

“You call that coffee?”

“It is coffee.”

“No, this is tar, not coffee. I’ll wait until we’re in the office.” Phil keeps on dropping small kisses along Clint’s shoulder, just a press of lips against skin that makes Clint smile to himself.

“What will wake you up?”

“Shower.”

“Can I watch?”

Phil chuckles, hot air blowing past the nape of Clint’s neck. “Please do.”

[foxxcub]

[delicatale]

Hee!

[sirona_gs]

[delicatale]

[stolen from my possible little ficlety Clint/Coulson-return-to-the-Costwolds sequel to Would the world spin round, PG]

The next morning, Phil can’t get out of bed. He still would, if he had work to do, but he is on holiday and of course he’s ill, barely able to open his eyes as coughing fits make him tremble under the duvet, the sunshine streaming through the window and skylight too bright. His head is throbbing and even Clint’s breathing against his neck isn’t reassuring, or soothing. Phil itches all over and he can’t help feeling angry, that of course his body would be giving up on him now, when he’s got a few days to relax

[foxxcub]

“I’ll contaminate you.”

“You have no idea how little I care."

ASF'DSFKDGDFKDHF OH MY GOD *flappy hands*

[delicatale]

THIS IS MY PLOT: PHIL IS SICK ON HIS ONE WEEK OF HOLIDAY.

[foxxcub]

JUST PUSH ALL MY H/C BUTTONS WHY DON'T YOU.

[finding_jay]

Vintage Cards - Phil/Steve - GIt was Captain America

[foxxcub]

Awwwwwwww this was so adorable. *___*

[finding_jay]

Ahahaha I'm so tired I have no idea what I'm writing ;___;

[taurenova]

All sorts of platonic kissing.

1.Tony really thought this one, with the giant world-eating alien and the fighting and the Fantastic Four practically sacrificing themselves, was going to be the last one, the big one, the one that finally put him down forever. Waking up to Steve, ridiculous poster boy Steve with hair mussed and his armour torn and smudges of soot and blood on his face, hovering over him like that first time feels like some kind of blessing

[taurenova]

3.Thor has been to Europe, to fetch Jane Foster back from Norway and see Doctor Selvig home, and brought back some European customs with him. Bruce hears about it vaguely, on one of the many occasions Tony wanders into his lab and talks at him, but nothing really registers. Not important

[radioaches]

THOR. ♥__________♥

[foxxcub]

SCREAMING OF COURSE THOR LIKES THIS CUSTOM. *_______*

Natasha and Bruce, maybe? :D?

[radioaches]

Clint/Coulson, NC-17

Phil’s in deep, and each hard, fluid roll of his hips fucks another noise out of Clint, his legs wrapped around Phil’s waist, his fingers clenched in the wrinkling material of Phil’s shirt sleeves. The edge of the desk digs into his back, but he barely notices it, Phil leaning over him with his hands either side of Clint’s shoulders. Phil’s breath is hot against Clint’s cheek, over his jaw, sharp, gasping bursts of air.

“Fuck.” Clint tightens his grip on Phil’s shirt. His own shirt is on the office floor somewhere, and his back is sliding on the desk, slick with sweat, until only Phil’s hands are holding him in place. “Fuck, it’s been too long, Jesus. Missed you

[delicatale]

Hnnnnggggggggg

[sirona_gs]

#pheeeeeeeels <3333333333333333

[foxxcub]

+10000000000000000000