*fans self* I’m okay. No, really, I’m fine. I don’t need oxygen anyway. What I do need is a *lot* more Clint, because I love how genuine he seems in your writing. Like, you capture his ‘Clintness’ perfectly
you can suffocate evil, starve it, lock it behind bars, but it will
find a way to come back even stronger. there’s only one true way to end evil. to finish it for good. let the devil out.
As a precaution, I have created a blog that is not a side blog to this account. I’m in the process of moving my fanfiction to @starspangledmanwithaplan2. As it stands, I’ll only post my writing.
Should Tumblr decide to delete my main blog in the mass cleansing, I will be active over there. @mad-for-marvel is a side blog to this account, so if my main blog goes, both star and mad will go, as well.
If this whole thing blows over and I survive, I’ll still post to the back up blog in addition to here and mad. You know, in case Tumblr decides to fuck us over again. Because that’s what they like to do, right?
Feel free to follow me at @starspangledmanwithaplan2 if you want. Please keep in mind that there will be times where your dash could get inundated with fics as I would like to get everything moved over as soon as I can.
Summary: While out for a walk, the weather turns on you, making you worry that you won’t make it back to Clint. Word Count: 2,955 [sorry, not sorry] Warnings: Language, hypothermia, explicit sexual content Author’s Note: For Mimi’s Fall Into Marvel Challenge. My prompt was: Renting a Cabin. GIF found on Google Images without a source. And trust me, I checked the watermark, went through five of their url changes, and then when I did find them, I looked through their Jeremy Renner tags for over an hour.
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You didn’t know what had possessed you to go for a walk. Alone. In the middle of winter. On property that you had no knowledge of. But there you were, miles from the cabin, trudging through three inches of snow as fat and heavy flakes fell from the sky. It felt like you were trapped in a snow globe, flakes swirling around your head, obstructing your vision, nothing as far as the eye could see.
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