deviouskaterina

Under my Skin | Clinton & Katerina

A few days had gone by and he could still hear Kat’s laughter as clear as bells. It was soon 5AM and the archer found himself incapable to rest. He couldn’t get her out of his head.

When he closed his eyes he was right back in that alley. He could smell the blood and feel her pressed against his body. More then once he found himself rubbing the spot where her teeth had pierced his skin; not as much as a mark. Barton’s momory was the only thing that kept him from adding it all up to nothing more than just a fucked up dream.

+ deviouskaterina

Tatia raised her eyes to the vampire, and she smiled ironically. “Well, I suppose you must be Katerina. Petrova” She came closer to Katherine. “We haven’t officially met. My name is Tatiana”

anonymous asked:

Does your Clint have a main ship? Who could you see him with?

I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW!

I  D O N ’ T  K N O W

I could see him with a lot of people.

Natasha. Obviously.

Fem!Loki. I KNOW. IT’S BAD. BUT I LOVE HATEFUL RELATIONSHIPS OKAY. BLAME LOKI!MUN. BLAME HER. I’M INNOCENT.

Gabi. Because everything is fucking perfect.

Agent West. Again.. I love the love/hate/fighting thing they got going on..

Glitch as a grownup.. AGAIN. NOT MY FAULT. I’M COMPLETELY INNOCENT.

Lyra. My sweet innocent Lyra. EVEN THOUGH SHE DESERVES BETTER. DAMMIT WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST QJKEfw BLARRRG HE ISN’T GOOD FOR YOU

Kat. She can kill him in a blink of an eye yet she doesn’t. That’s something special right there.

Lemon. ALL THE HURT AND ALL THE BACKSTABBING I DON’T CARE *grabbyhands*

If Barton was gay..

Sterling. Duh. Because Sterling. STERLIIIING.

Lulu.. Just.. Lulu. His adorable fucking face. Dammit Lulu.

Francis. I OWN HIM AND HE’S MINE AND I LOVE HIM I DON’T CARE WHO HE KILLS I LOVE HIM WHEN HE’S HEARTLESS. ..anyway.. moving on

Charlie. AGAIN. I OWN HIM AND HE IS SO FUCKING CLUELESS AND ADORABLE AND AKJEBFOejfoegowgiapiejrpojr

whathtehelliswrongwithme

+6

“Much as I like the shy type, s’not such a good idea to sneak up on a man without so much as a word no more.” He mused lightly, finally turning to face the individual he’d heard behind him. Names weren’t necessary, not yet. Kept from getting too close to the person, especially if they were charting with the enemy. “You lost?”

anonymous asked:

Blab and mwah

Blab: Three secrets I’m keeping.

  1. I really hate kids.
  2. ..they aren’t that bad if they shut up.
  3. ..that was a lie. I just say that so I won’t sound like an asshole.

Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.

  1. West.
  2. Gabi.
  3. Kat.
  4. Sterling. (The fucker has self-esteem issues)