thatwynchick replied to your post:send me short writing prompts, please? i’ll write...
Write me something super fluffy and silly with Clint and Coulson. They don’t even really have to be in character, just anything with the two of them being cute. Do it. Do it now..
Clint frowned at the bed in the middle of the room. A light breeze blew in from the window, cooling a cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand while it's owner continued to glare at furniture.
The problem was this: too many pillows? Another problem was the dog.
Clint had spent most of the morning trying to get this damn bed right. The fitted sheet not fitting, one of the legs of the bed being mysteriously shorter than all the others, and pillows. There were about a dozen pillows of varying sizes currently strewn across the bed, and a very pleased pizza dog laying in the middle of them, wagging his tale at Clint.
Clint huffed and shoved his hand into the pocket of his hoodie, taking a sip of coffee and frowning again when the cold liquid hit his tongue. Now was no longer the time for pillows, it was time for giving up.
He dumped the coffee out the open window and threw himself face-first onto the bed, slipping into unconsciousness as Lucky got comfortable using his roommate's butt as a comfortable pillow.
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Clint woke up to the sound of laughter and opened his eyes to see... nothing. He flailed around for a minute, pushing pillows away from himself until he could see again. Tilting his head back, he found Phil standing in the room, covering his mouth to try and control his laughter.
"What are you laughing about?" Clint grumbled, trying to sit up and move pillows around at the same time. The dog was at Phil's feet, staring up at him happily.
Phil was still dressed in his usual suit and tie, meaning he had just returned. Clint's plan had been to have the apartment looking somewhat reasonable by the time he got there, which hadn't worked out the way he wanted. Their apartment, actually. First night in it together.
The pillow situation started out with some bad directions from a home decor magazine and ended with "but does he even like this many pillows? Or should I have gotten more?" and the realization that Clint didn't have the slightest clue how to arrange that many pillows and still be able to sleep in the bed.
"What are you doing in a mountain of down and badly-patterned fabrics?" Phil chuckled again, pushing pillows away until he could sit next to his partner.
Clinted pushed his hand through his already disheveled hair, looking at Phil sheepishly. "I didn't know how you felt about pillows. And I think the lady at Bed Bath and Beyond was a little over enthusiastic when she was helping me."
"You let someone talk you into buying a dozen mismatched pillows?"
"Hey, I picked the purple ones myself."
Phil giggled, putting his hand on Clint's cheek and stroking his face affectionately. He pulled him in, pressing their foreheads together and smiled so sweetly that Clint found himself smiling back.
"Was this all for me?" Phil said quietly, closing his eyes and breathing in the smell of new linens, the warmth of Clint's skin, and the lingering smell of coffee on his breath.
He felt Clint nod against his forehead.
Phil leaned forward and brought their lips together, sweet and soft, and Clint felt his stress start to melt away as their hearts did summersaults in unison. Clint's lips were slightly chapped from sleeping with his mouth open and Phil's tasted like warm sugar and cinnamon from the churro he had on his way home.
Home. They wrapped their arms around each other and that's what it felt like. Pillows or no pillows, they were home.