EasilyAmused

Doctor Who Original!

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Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

“Yes because you’ll carry it up the stairs for me.” She said just as jokingly as they walked. Those things weight at least 600 pounds there’s no way he could get it up the stairs, much less actually mean it. As they walked down the pier to the dock she felt comfortable with him; safe, relaxed and herself, it’s hard to believe that she could feel this way around someone. It was a relief in itself considering she didn’t have much she could do outside of work. Maybe she found a friend, maybe she found more than a friend… NO BAD SHARON! She lectured herself as she turned her blue gaze to the ground. You can’t think like this, if you get to close to him he could get hurt and you don’t want that! Her mind had a point but her heart hated the idea.

When he got in front of her to pay for the tickets, she held her breathe and when he turned around she stared up at him in a bit of a surprise. Was this a date? NO WAY!! Someone like him doesn’t ask out a girl like her?! No, no no, no no no no no, You’re thinking too much into this Sharon, he seems like an old fashion guy; this… this can’t be a date. Even her subconscious was questioning if it wasn’t, or was, a date date. “Since you’re getting the tickets, would you like me to get us lunch?” She asked playfully as they started towards the small fairy that waited to take them across. Yeah she asked him out for lunch, but she hadn’t ate and he might not have either. Plus it was even more of a reason to spend time with him. Would he tell her no? Would he tell her that he’d pay for lunch too? If he did, then she’d have to classify this as a date, old fashioned or not, if a girl offers to pay that’s when the decision is made by the man whether it’s a date or not… right?

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Sharon hated feeling weak, that was something she detested with all of her might and wanting nothing to do with feeling weak, lower or caught in any fashion and right now; she was all three. Weak kneed, lower because she fell forward and caught by his strong hands helping her stay upright. But somehow, in some strange way, she felt okay feeling ‘weak’ at the moment. For the first time in her life, she felt safe and safe was a new feeling for her.

His story made a much more confident smile instead of her pathetically weak one. If someone like him could have issues getting off a bike then there was no reason she couldn’t. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.” She said with a nod. When he asked if she was alright, she placed her hands gently on his forearms, holy crap they were big… and used him for balance as she stuck one leg out, giving it a shake than did the same with the other. “Okay, I think I’ve regained my ability to walk. Though… my butt’s still vibrating which is an experience I’ve only had on those massage chairs at the fair where is just shakes you for five minutes.” Her tone was all joking as she let go of his forearms rather slowly, not really wanting to, and gave him a smile. “Shall we?”

As they started towards the pier to join the next fair she began to question if this was a date date or just two people going somewhere together. If he paid for it, that makes it a date right? But if she paid for herself than it wasn’t, right? How do you go about asking something like that? As the ticket counter grew closer and closer her heart sped up, waiting for the defining moment of being at the ticket booth… how do you go about something like this when you honestly don’t know?!?

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The longest conversation he’s had with a woman. He must be modest… or if he’s honest, that’s even more adorable. Sharon’s mind was wondering as she climbed onto the back of the bike and held onto him as they went through the streets. Her arms wrapped around his waist she kept her attention on anything but him; his muscles flexing, probably because riding with an inexperienced ride was making him nervous but it wasn’t helping that he was flexing. She could feel the indent of his six pack abs and strong chest as her hands moved when she adjusted herself on the seat and sat upright a bit more. God he was hot.

It had been a long time since she had been in New York City, she lived in Jersey before S.H.I.E.L.D. moved her across the hall from Steve. Why again did this guy need looking after? He seems well enough to look after himself. But that was the last thing on her mind, she was too taking back by how big New York had become and just how well rebuilt the city had become thanks to the hard work of the construction people after the battle. Oh that… that was not a pretty battle.

The trip was too short for her liking, the feeling of being on the back of the bike felt freeing… but it also could have been the fact that she had an excuse to lean herself against a hot guy, that’s a great excuse right? Undoing the strap from around her chin, she pulled the helmet off of her head and shook it slightly. Her blue gaze turned up to Steve as they twinkled with excitement. “It was amazing! I can’t believe that I’ve never done it before! Thank you for being my first.” She said with a cheeky grin as she reached out, taking his hand and starting to stand. “My legs on the other hand, don’t quite know what to think at the moment.” She spoke as she lifted her leg to step over the bike and as if on cue her legs wobbled and she felt forward directly into Steve with a thump. Granted she wasn’t very heavy but he didn’t even stumble. Her legs were obviously shaking from the left over vibration from the bike and… well a little bit of nerves that kicked in from falling onto him. Face flushing instantly red at her impact she looked up at him with those innocent blue eyes. “I’m so sorry, my legs gave way.” It was too obviously that her legs were shaking in her jeans that she wasn’t lying but she did attempt to stand upright again only to feel herself ready to fall once more. She should probably sit on a non-moving surface for a little while. “Where you use wobbly or am I just weird?”

Doctor Who Original!

Hello everyone!

I want to try my luck at doing my own version of the Doctor. He's a bit of a mix of doctors 9, 10 and 11. So yes, he can be fun, corky but dangerous at the same time.

We Shall Call Him....

The Doctor

Appearance

Age: Over 1000 years old.
Species: Timelord
Bad Habit: His attention span isn't very long if the person is boring, and he's not afraid to tell them that they are when he starts to space out.

Personality Traits: He's bubbly, upbeat and happy normally. He is strangely flirty in his own unique way, finding just the right times to say just the right things. A bouncing ball of energy but he harbors a lot of anger towards the death of his people. He would willingly kill any Darlek that crosses his path, anyone stupid enough to jump in the way to prevent him from killing the Darlek(s) might easily get killed in the process. Intelligent like all the other Doctors, knows everything about anything and travels in the TARDIS using the sonic screwdriver.

Coined Phrase: Los Geht!!; Off We Go in German.

His TARDIS: Time and Relative Dimension(s) in Space. (minus the woman in the middle)

Would gladly do more than one role play with this character so if you're interested please do message me!

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

“No no no, you didn’t offend me!” She said quickly, correcting him in an innocent manner. Great! Now he thinks that he offended her when it was far from the truth she just, didn’t have time to get one. “I just haven’t gotten around to getting one yet that’s all. That and I haven’t really had a need for anything more than the heel-toe express.” Her voice was upbeat and fun, a lot different than she was at S.H.I.E.L.D. and much more herself. Damn the glasses but if she was going to be on a bike than she was probably better off with her hair up anyway.

Following him to the bike she took a moment to check him out from the back. God… he was the perfect man specimen. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly looked in the complete opposite direction of him before ‘casually’ looking back at him. Oh yes she was smooth and her brain was being completely sarcastic to her. “I’ll try not to break a rib of yours if that makes any difference.” She said in a playfully tone as she took the helmet from him. Observing the helmet was a bit surprising and highly familiar, her eyebrows lowered in thought questioning where she had seen this specific color of blue before she relaxed her face and shrugged it off; if she didn’t remember right away than it can’t be a big deal.

Slipping the helmet on over her head, she tightened the strap as he got ready with the bike. God that was a sight too! Seeing him on a bike, “I’d be up for seeing the city if you don’t have any other plans that this might conflict; I don't want to keep you from anyone important like a girlfriend and get you into trouble." Oh yes, she was testing those grounds. That and she didn't want some angry woman banging on her door demanding to know why she was hanging out with her boyfriend. That would/could be awkward. "And so long as the apples don’t disappear from the grocery store I really don’t have any other plans today.” When she was given the okay she slid on the bike behind him. She was nervous, she could have a steady hand in the most stressful situations when it comes to work but the second you put her around a hot guy she’s walking on coals. As he started the bike she wasn’t quite sure what to expect but when they started going forward she instantly put her arms around his waist; blaming it mentally on fear of her first motorbike ride ever but it was mainly to be near him and smell his cologne that seemed to mix nicely with her cinnamon scented perfume.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

When they stepped outside, he held the door open for her; which was a jaw dropping experience (but she had just enough strength to keep her mouth from falling open in surprise). It wasn’t so much that he opened the door, it was that he opened the door, stepped to the side and let her out before letting the door fall from his grasp. Old traditions like that seem to have died before she was even born. Most men now will just push open the door and expect you to walk through before it fell back and hit you in the side. But not Steven Rogers, no no no. And was Sharon excited? Yes yes yes!

Her face turned a small shade of pink with embarrassment when he asked how they would be traveling. This was something she had questioned herself but she never had time to purchase a car. The poor girl was either traveling, working or sleeping. That really seems to be what her life consists of until now. She had some free time now! “I actually haven’t purchased a car yet, I’m saving up for it though. And we could take a cab if you’re worried I might crush you on your bike.” As her cheeks faded from the blush she shot him a cheesy playful smile. “I’ve never been on a bike before, unless you could bicycles. That being said, if you can handle me squeezing onto you for dear life than sure, we can take your bike.” Oh she’d hang on alright, even if she wasn’t scared… wait… she shouldn’t be thinking like that!

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

You’d think after all this time of knowing that Peter was Spider-Man, she’d be less impressed by his actions but she still was. Though she was not a fan of people firing bullets at her boyfriend, she did find it humorous that he would jump into the 20’s announcer at a carnival game just to antagonize them. But the thought of her boyfriend getting shot was not something she enjoyed so breaking apart the gun felt good to know that there was one less chance of him getting shot.

Looking at Spider-Man, Catwoman pointed at the two men left standing. “Bright ones huh?” She said playfully as she jumped up and over the fallen table with ease; carefully missing the man who was unconscious in front of the table. He’d have enough of a headache waking up; he didn’t need 50 pounds of her landing on his ribs. “You’d think it would be obvious but I guess it takes more than one brain cell to put things together.”

Her snarky remark was enough to send one guy charging at her while the other aimed for Spider-Man. A smirk moved across Catwoman’s exposed full lips as she braced herself for the impact; only to at the last minute duck down and yank on the man’s shoulders, tripping him with her curled up body. When his back made the impact onto the floor, Catwoman was up, and pounced onto the man’s chest, pulling a small string of wire from her belt and grabbing one wrist of the man’s and tying a knot around it.

“What the fuck?!” He shouted as he attempted to roll out from under her. Only to have her adjust herself accordingly and sit on his back, his wrist still in her hand with the thin wire wrapped around it.

“Language.” She lectured as she grabbed his other wrist and made quick work of tying both his wrists together. “You really should have ppppuuuurrrrrrfect manners like Spider-Man if you ever want to attract a woman.” With that she reached behind her, grabbing one of his ankles and tying that to his wrists, then the other before pushing a buttoning on the underside of the container to clip the wire. To her feet she looked down at her work and grinned, showing the sharp catlike fangs as she ‘dusted’ off her hands in a casual manner. Most couples go on dates, walks or even just sit and watch movies; what does this couple do? Oh they fight crime and now, they do it together.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Light tan pants, a dark shirt and a black jacket. As she stepped outside and turned to shut and lock her door, she bit her lower lip as her heart pounded in her chest. God he was such a good looking guy! Why was he so innocent and adorable and handsome?! It’s hard to believe that he would walk around in such a casual manner. Isn’t he supposed to be a stuck up snob when you look as good as he does? Oh well she was going to have fun today; or is this is a date or…

The door latched shut and she let go of her bottom lip as she turned around, taking in the site of the gorgeous man in front of her. God he was so yummy. “I’ll have to make that call too, maybe if two people call they’ll believe it… that or they’ll think we’re both crazy. But crazy loves company right? No I don’t need to anything lifted… yet, maybe later. Give me some time I’ll think of something I’m sure.” She said with a small laugh as they started down the stairs. Her heart was pounding louder then their footsteps and a slight fear set into her that he might hear it. So instead she chose to start a conversation. “If you don’t mind I’d like to make a stop at the grocery store before we come back. I’m missing apples in my house and that’s something that I need in order to make a certain dessert.” Her voice was playful as she stated it, curious on if he’d catch onto what she was referencing to.

As they walked down the stairs, she took in the layout of the apartment building, noting fire escapes, control plans, fire alarms, and any good hiding places in case the man she was walking with gets attacked for some reason. She was sent to watch over him, to make sure that he was adapting well (still not quite sure what that means) but he could also be someone of large importance that needs protecting… Fury had a habit of not giving out all the information that someone could really need. But… maybe if she had the full information she would not want to be around him, or maybe it would make him even more interesting… Nah, don’t worry about it now Sharon, just enjoy the time together. She reminded herself as they continued down the stairs.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Shutting the door was heartbreaking. He was SO good looking and so innocent that she just wanted to cuddle him like a teddy bear for hours and hours but had she stayed at the door staring at him any longer he’d think she was some form of weirdo and probably never want to see her again. That’s the last impression she wanted to make… for the job’s sake of course, of course… right?

As the door clicked shut she turned around, placing her small back against the door frame and allowed her whole body to shiver with a delight she hadn’t felt in years. The last boyfriend she had was in high school so it’s been a long time since she had any attention from a man… unless you count Tony, who is more of a pig than a man. Stupid Stark. BUT! There was no reason for her to have him on her mind; she was too focused on Steve. He was tall, beautiful blonde hair, soft blue eyes, really strong, big build but seemed more like a bashful child which just made him adorable. Her heart fluttered like it never had before and it made her put her hand over her heart. What was wrong with her? Or… what had she been missing?

Putting together her apartment was easy, especially now that she had a form of motivation. If he was coming over tomorrow she better have her place put together. Her living room was filled with old art around the time of World War 2. Her aunt gave her many of her art pieces in her will so as you can imagine, they held a lot of value for her. She also had a few present day paintings up but it was obvious where the value was held. Surprisingly enough, not a single one of Captain America; why? Because if she ever ran into the legend she didn’t want to look like a weirdo. Her bedroom held all of her family pictures including her albums with her family from many reunions; including photos of her dear lost Aunt. It was so saddening to think she was gone but she died happy and that’s more than anyone could as for now-a-days. It was still sad because they were close.

The last thing she attempted to get up was her punching bag. She had set up the corner of her living room with pillows against the wall so that when she hit the bag hanging from the ceiling it wouldn’t damage the wall but she didn’t have the strength to get it up onto the hook she installed… but Steve could. Now she felt bad, she was only joking that he’d have to lift something heavy and now she’d actually have a reason but… she didn’t want one.

The rest of the day went smoothly and she was glad that she had the following day off as well, and now she had something to do.

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After her morning run, Sharon did a few more things around her place, nothing fancy but she did prep for making a certain dessert later on in the day. A smile grew across her face as she debated on what to wear. Was this a date? Where they going out for lunch? Should she eat before he came over? How should she dress? What was the weather like? She didn’t own a car so were they walking… that’s kind of a far walk. Where they taking a cab? Sure she could afford that. It was a slightly cold day of 68 degrees outside but she didn’t want to wear another sweater, he had already seen her in one.

Staring at herself in the mirror was so complicated. She felt her best outside of her false glasses and with her hair down but then again, she needed to keep who she was suppurate from who she was at work. Shit, should she have done the hair up and glasses at work? No the glasses, even with the plain lenses through off her site when it came to shooting a gun. Sighing, she picked up her glasses from the dresser and put them on. Deciding against the messy bun she had done before, she pulled her hair back into a high pony tail, allowing some of the length and light curls to be visible. Now… to the closet.

Pulling it open she stared at her clothes, she had so many works suites that her ‘street clothes’ really didn’t exist. Taking in a deep breathe she ventured further into her closet, finding a nice pair of dark blue hip hugging jeans and a blue v-neck t-shirt that said ‘I take care of myself but I don’t look flashy.’ Yeah this will work. Slipping into the clothes she pulled a small black jacket over her shoulders to help keep her warm against the chilly but not rainy weather outside. A small shaky breath left her as she looked at herself in the mirror after slipping on a pair of black shoes. Yeah she looked cute but not as good as she could; then again… this wasn’t a date right…. Right.

The knock echoed through her house and her open bedroom door as she grabbed her keys and small purse. Too late to change her mind now. Shutting the door to her bedroom she went to her front door and pulled it open. “You survived the journey!” She said brightly. “I hope the pesky trolls under the bridge didn’t give you much trouble.”