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

The movie was good for its time but compared to what they were used to now-a-days it was tacky and cheesy. But that wasn’t the point of the movie time, the point was them being together and cuddled up they were. Finally feeling warm after a day of playing in the snow, maybe she could convince him into getting into the hot tub while it was snowing and they could relax in there. For now they worked on heating up the room together.

Sun rays peeked their way into the room and Lexi stirred softly in her bed, shivering softly. Her room was still cold but it wasn’t half as bad as when they entered the night before. Her body was curled up against Peter’s as she had fallen asleep on his chest listening to his heartbeat. A small sigh left her as she slid herself up him and gently kissed him on his lips as he began to stir. “Good morning my love, would you like some pancakes for breakfast?” Yes, they had full control of parents’ house and she had complete intention on cooking him meals!

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

It had been so long since Sharon had experienced a rush like this. Jumping out of planes, dodging bullets and driving in high speed chases but this, this moment right now was much more exciting. They spend hours on her couch tongue battling like teenagers’ hands wondering and all that good stuff but nothing crazy. It wasn’t time for crazy though they did seem rather crazy for each other. After about three hours and many different positions on the couch they needed to take a break, not because they were done but because their stomachs were protesting loudly. Dinner was the amazing dollar pizza stand on the corner where they stood around a small standing-only table sipping on a soda each and talked and talked and talked. Steve shared stories of his past, things she knew both knew and didn’t know while she shared stories about herself and how she became so close with Fury after her parents died. If it wasn’t for her Aunt she would not have met the man and probably wouldn’t be as high in S.H.I.E.L.D. as she was, even though she certainly deserved it.

A week went by and Steve seemed more okay with the situation that had happened and keeping her word, she made no mention to Director Fury about whether she told Steve or not and she kept everything very open with him about her life and who she was instead of trying to hide behind a pair of glasses.

Agent 13 walked through S.H.I.E.L.D. with newfound confidence that seemed to surprise even Black Widow who always seemed to find her way to her. “So listen Sharon.” The redhead said as she caught step with the blonde, knowing full well she couldn’t dodge her for too long at the elevator with her arms full of papers. “I really want to introduce you to someone.”

“Listen, I appreciate the offer but I’m just not interested in seeing someone.” The blonde said, the corner of her lips curling into a small smile as she attempted to hide it from the redhead but to no such luck.

“I see that.” Black Widow said in a slightly playful tone. “Look you might be seeing someone or crushing on someone, but I have someone who’s better for you. Just…” Ding the elevator door opened to an empty container. “hear me out. I think you two would be perfect together.” As the blonde stepped inside the newly repaired glass elevator Black Widow continued to speak, attempting to stress the importance of who she was talking about but not invading the blonde’s space. “He’d be great for you and I think you’d be great for him, it’s…” The elevator doors shut, cutting her off as the blonde mouthed ‘I can’t hear you’ and the elevator began to climb. Someone better than Steve? Not a chance.

the skyline is burning red [ closed for SinfulSkills and El Taco Taco ]

A single light hung over the ceiling of a rundown pub in the streets of London, the owner sat at his table counting his ill-gotten goods with a chuckle and a large cigar. Puff Puff Puff clouds of smoke rose from the plump man’s full cracked lips as his green eyes twinkled at the money in his hands, he was full of indescribable joy until the front door opened and shut. “We’re closed.” The man bellowed in dislike of the arrival.

“Oh I know.” A deep voice said in response as the door slammed shut with a vast amount of authority that pulled the plump man from his money to the person in the door way. The six foot two dashing young man made his way inside, his hair was fluffy and dark but nicely taken care of. His muscular built body was well hidden behind a set of muggle clothing of a black shirt with a leather jacket and dark blue jeans. The bright blue eyes of the dark haired man dug into the plump owner as he strolled his way casually across the pub before taking a seat across from the owner and his money. The young man looked around the pub for a minute before looking back at the owner and raising his eyebrows. “This place blows…”

“Excuse me!” The plump man snapped at the young man. “Just who do you think you are barging in here when the sign obviously says we’re closed, and then insult my place of business!”

The young man slammed his fist suddenly on the table, the money bouncing and clattering about from their perfectly stacked way across the table. “Excuse me?!” The young man snapped back with much more authority that seemed to overshadow the plump man. “I believe I was talking!” A solid glare of disapproval left the young man as he looked deep into the owner’s eyes. “As I was saying…” His tone started to lighten up from his fist slam and harsh speak earlier, “This place blows and you owe some very important people a lot of money…”

“You’re from…”

Again the young man slammed his fist onto the table top; the only following sound was some of the money hitting the wooden floor. “I’m talking.” The young man demanded in a forceful tone that shook the room. “You owe money to some very important people and they have sent me to collect it.” The plump man swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear and that was enjoy to cause the blue eyed man’s full lips to curl into a smirk. “I am from them, and you picked the wrong group to mess with. As I see it you have one of two choices, you can pay me all you owe and the interest you have built by making me come all the way out here for this piss-poor reasoning or…” He pulled out his wand and slowly spun it in his fingers. “you can die. Those are your only options.”

The plump man sat in silence staring at the young man who was playing with his wand in such a casual manner. It was eerie in a way; the man being so young and yet so casual about taking another man’s life. Just how long had he been doing this? How many lives has this particular guy taken and what the fuck was he doing tracking down protection money? “Hhhheeerreeee…..” The plump pub owner said in a shaky manner pushing the money that he had been counting from the safe across the table to the brunette. “That’s all the money I have from my back safe. Please just… just take it; and please… please tell Mister Gigliotti I’ll never be late for another payment again.”

“That’s right.” The young man said sliding the goods cross the table and waiting the rest of the money to be picked up off the floor by the man who was drastically pleading to be left on good terms with his employer. “You won’t be because next time, you won’t get a choice. And dying by my hand isn’t the best way to go.” His voice was sickeningly playful, a threat and a promise with a mix of his humor. “Now before I leave.” He said collecting the bag and standing up, “What do we say when we’ve done something wrong?” His lecture to the man who was clearly older than him was that of someone doing to a child.

“I… I…. I’m ssssorry…” The man said nearly groveling at the feet of the young man who just smirked down at him before turning on his heel and leaving the pub. A single encounter with Trenton Arklander can leave quite a few people breathless; in this case the man was left holding his heart and staring at the shutting door, just thankful to be alive.

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“Don’t ever make me do that again.” Trenton said standing at the full service bar in black dress robes talking to an older man in maroon colored dress robes. Both men were sipping on glasses of scotch enjoying a conversation about the situation that had transgressed earlier in the evening.

“I had no choice,” The older man, Emanuel Gigliotti said with a shrug of innocence to him, “I’ve sent multiple people to collect the funds from him and he still didn’t figure out that he was supposed to pay on time. So I thought, ‘Send Trenton and it will never happen again’; and I’m sure it won’t.”

“I doubt he’ll want to pay the next amount of interest with any body parts so I’m sure it won’t be an issue again.” Trenton said with a sly grin before the two knocked their glasses together and finished the last of their scotch.

“I must get to my seat before the dinner begins and I have to give my speech. The food’s great tonight so enjoy yourself tonight, you work hard for me it’s the least I can do.” The old man said gratefully as he patted Trenton on the shoulder and walked off.

Trenton couldn’t help but grin, he didn’t work hard; in fact that man enjoyed his job rather well and found fun in it. Plus it kept him in good shape and the Ministry never caught on that a young man like him would be so tremendously skilled and deviant in his ways. But no one’s taken the time to get to know him… their loss; he thought he was funny and fun to be around. Shrugging more to himself than to anyone else, he picked up his refill of the scotch and walked around the room, talking to a few people before everyone was instructed to find their places for the meal to begin.

After searching for a little while, Trenton finally found his place with two familiar faces and two unfamiliar faces. “Hello Morgania, as beautiful as ever.” Trenton said with charm in his voice and a twinkle in his eye, only to match the aged woman’s flirty eyes and playful wave. “And Mister Bernard, looking as dashing as ever.”

“You clean up well Trenton.” The older man said with a chuckle as the tall young man sat down next to a beautiful young Indian woman who was with some way too clean cut guy. Oh yeah, he could spot that a mile away. “Hello, I’m Trenton.” He introduced himself to the man beside her before turning his complete attention and those bright blue eyes to her. “Trenton Arklander,” The ministry had a basic file on him. Graduated Durmstrang Institute with the highest marks in his year; qualified for Auror training but turned down the job due to ‘seeking other life opportunities’. Pureblood from a long line of pureblood families born with the silver spoon of society that just so happens to be resting in the golden bowl. Current Job: “A little of this, a little of that. I help where I can.” a quote for the notation in his file at the Ministry of Magic. “And you are…” He inquired as he took her hand from the shaking position and gently kissed the top of it, smart enough to not take his eyes off of her but charming enough to still hold that playful twinkle in his eyes. Okay, maybe tonight won’t be a total loss.

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

The thought of the stars dancing with the rhythm moved through her mind and she found it relaxing and sweet to think that something like the rhythm could reach the stars in the sky. It didn’t even cross her mind that he could have been referencing himself as a ‘Star-Lord’, she was a bit caught up in the moment for her own good, even though she did lack some of the understanding of his wording such as ‘boogie fever’ but at least it wasn’t something that could be caught or make someone feel sick. She didn’t like the idea of getting sick at this moment; she was enjoying the moment too much.

He was saying ‘we’ as if he intended on taking her with him. Hm, a getaway did sound nice, drinks sounded good and more potatoes in the company of a dashing young man, a Star-Lord none-the-less. The idea didn’t seem like a bad one, at all really. “Well, with my fifty percent,” Reminding him that he agreed to a fifty fifty split, a smirk upon her full lips as she did so both playful and teasing at the same time, “I do owe a Star-Lord a drink and some potato fingers so, I suppose I’ll just have to let him pick where exactly I purchase them. I do enjoy giving people choices; that’s just the type of individual I am.” Basically saying, yeah she’d go somewhere with him; but not giving a location or how long they’d be together. Nikki certainly didn’t want to tie herself down but the idea of spending more time with Quill didn’t seem like that bad of a thought; especially if they got to dance like this.

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

Their walk upstairs was peaceful, it was just a young couple enjoying time together and not having to deal with school drama, parent’s barging in or crimes needing to be stopped. You know; normal young adult stuff. Upon arriving to the bedroom she pushed the door open only to find that the room was cold due to her leaving the window open. The chill that went down her spine was close to when Harry came and snatched her from her bed in the dead of night. While Peter settled himself in her bed getting pillows propped up comfortably she shut the window to prevent any more cold air from coming in and shivered her way over to her shelf where she kept her movies.

A shrug left her as a decision was made and she took House on Haunted Hill with Vincent Price from the shelf and went to the bedside. Sitting down she tapped her laptop that was on her end table and opened the disk drive and slid it inside. The computer automatically turned on, giving like to the rather dark room as she slid herself back against the pillows and right next to her boyfriend; in the perfect spot she wanted to be. Taking the hot chocolate from him she gave him a tender smile, “Thank you.” With that she leaned up and kissed him, making sure that she did that before pulling back and taking a sip of her mug.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The small laugh was inviting. He was such an intoxicating man. In the time that he carried her to the couch, she wondered what he was like before the injection, when he was the skinny kid from Brooklyn that he still seems to see himself as (for the most part). If he hadn’t gotten the injection he obviously wouldn’t be alive in this time period so that would eliminate the chance of them meet but say by some freak accident they did meet. Would she get his attention or would he be too focused on attempting to join the military to even notice her? Oh yes, it was common knowledge just how many times this man tried to join. Would she have even noticed him aside from his obsession with the military? If he was silent and small he’d be hard to pick out in a crowd. Or would they even cross paths at all… Interesting concept to think of, for another time when she wasn’t having the urge to stick her tongue back into the man’s mouth.

When he sat down on the couch with her still in his arms, she just enjoyed the moment looking up at the large nervous man who stared back at her with a lot of joy in those twinkling blue eyes. Soon she adjusted herself straddling his Her hands now having free roam of his chest which she took a great deal of pleasure in exploring, especially feeling over his heart and how hard it was pounding. He was nervous and excited at the same time; much like her and it was amazing. It didn’t take long before Sharon gave into her urges and pressed her lips once more against his.

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

These ‘Star-Lords’ were not something that Nikki had heard of before, in fact that were completely new. It’s surprising that her mother had never told her of such creatures. Then again Earth was a rather large planet and her mother might not have seen everything or met everyone before she left to explore the galaxy. For the first time since they met, a smile spread across her full soft pink lips to show her straight white teeth against her tan colored skin when he said that it felt right. That’s what her mother used to say about music and that when you danced it had to feel ‘right’. Maybe… maybe her mother was a Star-Lord and she just never knew!

Upon him lifting his arm, she gently spun under it with a grin to her face. The grin turned to one of surprise when he pulled her in again, leaving hardly any space between the two of them. However, before she could say or do anything, she was extended outward full arm’s length and she felt her body relax, It was just a coincidence. she told herself, shaking off the situation with a light shrug to her thoughts as she followed his continuous steps. After another spin they were back in the same position as before and her free hand that wasn’t in his went back to his shoulder. “Boogie fever…” She repeated as if she was trying to understand the reference. “But I don’t feel sick, do you feel sick?” She asked innocently, obviously her Terran did not run as deep as Quill’s.

The Life and Love of a British Rocker. |SinfulSkills & Mysterion|

Jack had always been someone who was emotional guy so when he shed some tears after her vows, it wasn’t a surprise to the audience and Gwen that he cried. When he went to the microphone and Amanda and Robert joined him her heart went to her chest in surprise and soon it was her turn to drop tears of joy at the song he had written for her. He was so gifted and talented and they had bounded so well that it was an incredible feeling. And so hard to believe that the only reason they met was because Michelle drug her to the concert. Who would have thought the two would hit it off so well; much less become married.

When he came back to speak his vows, she pushed the tears away from her caramel colored eyes and sniffled softly to the audience’s reaction of “Aw” at her emotional state which just made her laugh softly before giving her attention back to Jack who had taken her hand and slipped the additional rings onto her finger, one behind the engagement ring and one in the front. A loud gasp left her as he slid the set of three onto her small finger. From miles away you knew this girl was taken and taken by the man she loved.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. Jack you may kiss your bride.” Before Jack could say anything, Gwen jumped into his arms, throwing her bare arms around his neck and pressed her full glossy pink lips against his; so so very happy to call herself Mrs. Gwendolyn Stacera! She pulled back from the kiss and rested her forehead against her husband’s with a large un-mistakable grin, she was happy and there was no doubt about that.

When they two started down the alley she just beamed, barely able to take her eyes off of her husband as they continued down hand and hand. It happened, they really got married and now they were off to the reception.

Dancing dancing dancing! The back yard where tables and chairs were set up and the waiting staff eagerly awaited to help the guests, most people were found on the dance floor dancing to the live bands that insisted on rotating through playing songs for the couple. Gwen was a bit bombarded upon arrival by the photographers that were hired to take photos of the occasion. This whole dating/engagement/marriage to a famous person was a bit overwhelming and since they weren’t very public with their wedding she wouldn’t be surprised if the press was up in arms for information about the wedding. For now she just smiled at the cameras, her arm through Jack as she leaned into her new husband beaming. Soon the photographers left them alone and she let out a breath of air as she was able to look out upon their guests dancing and enjoying the celebration of their marriage.

“Everyone’s so happy.” Gwen said before she turned her gaze up to her husband, “But I don’t think anyone’s more happy than me.”

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

You’d think after three months, the school would be used to them dating by now. They would walk the halls hand and hand, they’d kiss each other good bye when they didn’t have classes together and it was a rarity when they wouldn’t be getting into Lexi’s car to go somewhere together. But Lexi still got comments like ‘Are you really dating Peter?’, ‘Peter Parker? That dork, really Lexi? Come on.’ and ‘This is a long running time for a joke Lexi, when are you going to stop the act?’; the last one was typically met with a verbal lashing to whatever student made the comment that caused Lexi to use some very rare foul language and anyone who knows Lexi Rogers (which is everyone in school) knows that when she curses, you’ve really crossed a line. The last comment was only said once and it was never spoken of again, which was a good thing because Lexi would probably have punched the next person who said it. And in her opinion, it was for good… no a great reason.

As far as Lexi was considered, people could think whatever they want about her and Peter being together because they didn’t need to know or understand just how happy the two were. She was blissfully in love with the man and had not issue showing it to the world or screaming it out from the mountain tops if need be. If Peter wanted to, she would. She would do anything for that man, even die for him. Her fingers tips traveled slowly up her boyfriend’s chest before sliding them into his damp hair. “Wherever my Peter wants to be works for me; if he’s feeling up for it, I’m sure we could set up my laptop to play another cheese horror movie that neither one of us are going to pay any attention to in my bedroom while drinking the hot chocolate.” Her hands gently gripped his thick, pulling his face from her cheek and resting her forehead gently against his. “Maybe… maybe not?”

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

This was so much better than Tony, ‘do you want to have dinner?’, ‘when are we doing dinner?’, ‘when are you going to take me up on the flight offer?’, ‘How about a dance?’, ‘When should I make those dinner plans?’ ect. The whole situation with Tony was just uncomfortable, not because of how many women he’s been with but how consistent he was with his questions towards her. And a lot of the times they weren’t even questions they were statements of times, places and dates in which they would meet. A lot of the times she would just laugh it off while others she would reject him. But with Steve it just… it just felt right for some reason. The history between him and her family didn’t really matter much to her, Aunt Peggy would want her to be happy and she would want Steve to be happy.

His tongue met hers and they eagerly began to play with each other. When he lifted her gently off the ground, she found herself lifting her legs up behind her in a bit of excitement. After leaning into him, playing with the back of his neck and running her nails gently along his back, she pulled back from the kiss, their lips pulling apart with a pop. “I think…” She began sounding a bit breathless due to her excitement, her blue eyes twinkling up at him as she allowed her fingers to brush gently against the nape of his neck and spine. “we should take this to the couch. Is that alright with you?” Her knees were starting to get wobbly and if she was his first kiss, he might get wobbly kneed too.