@powerlesstwin liked for a starter
“ I’ve always wanted to try that. ”


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@powerlesstwin liked for a starter
“ I’ve always wanted to try that. ”
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“So... You’re the brother, then.”
@powerlesstwin from x
Monroe’s lip was curled into something between a smile and a snarl. She didn’t know what to do with him. What to feel. She looked at him and saw the man she loved, but when she let herself think, he was hydra. Probably a killer. Probably worse. She looked away from him. “That’s not an answer.”
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Send a thing! | @powerlesstwin is winking flirtatiously! | accepting
For a moment, Arshia was taken aback. Then, as if driven by some automatic response, she winked back, a sly smirk appearing on her face. “C’mon, you got more game’n that,” she teased. Let’s see whatchu got.
“ I think you can handle things from here. “
Send a thing! | @powerlesstwin sent a Thor: Ragnarock starter! | accepting
Arshia cracked her knuckles and gave Luke a wry smile. “Thought you’d never ask.” She shouldered past him, smile turning to confident smirk as she stared down a half-dozen armed men. “Anyone with a family has until the count of three to lower their weapon and surrender.”
powerlesstwin started following you
“Are you following me?”
‘ have you two been baking together? ’
Elle laughed and looked down at her dog Llyod who laid down near the warmth of the oven. “He’s been watching me all afternoon hoping I drop something for him to eat.”
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60. “Ow! Let go of my arm. You’re hurting me. Please!”
Jellybean let out a hiss of pain when she felt the hand clasp on her arm, eyes going wide. No one grabbed her like that. No one. She’d said her piece. The argument could be over. She’d gone to turn away. He didn’t need to snatch at her like a misbehaving child. He didn’t need to hold that tight. “Ow! Let go of my arm. You’re hurting me…. Please!”