#now i Look at my old drafts and go: its Time to boogie n get em done

[armigeraction]

gonna post this up now and slam it into a read more. it’s really just a list of presents he’s giving out to ( super close ) friends or people he’s at least comfortable with to gift stuff to! i figure putting it all into one ooc post to ensure that they don’t get lost via askbox is better! no need to turn these into threads, but just know that they have gotten these presents and they can be referred to in threads if you ever wish to!

starshell / prompto gets a few handcrafted frames for pictures of his choosing! they come in different sizes and colours, red, yellow, green! he really took his time making these, so he’s really proud of how nice they look! alongside that, prompto will also find a custom made small figurine set of prompto, noctis, ignis and gladio. they oddly look similar to their pocket version designs ( but of course he wouldn’t know about all of that! )! the figures do have ball-joints, so their arms and legs can be moved around along with their heads! if prompto ever feels lonely, or thinks about the wild adventures that they had, then noctis hopes that he can look to these figurines for comfort!

primarche / sandalphon gets a personally designed mug ( it was carbuncle’s suggestion cos noctis was having too much trouble coming up with a meaningful gift ). he went to a special shop to get the design professionally done since he knows that had he tried doing it himself, it would come out Nearly as nice! so on the outside you’ll see a cat that resembles sandalphon himself, below it is text reading ‘ah, daily purrfection!’ ( he calls the cat sandalphur and sandalkitty sometimes but that’s something he keeps to himself ). inside the mug itself is a tightly sealed bag of coffee beans; the rest of the coffee beans lie within the rather big box he bought them in, which is also presented as a gift to him!

nohreason / leo gets a book, one deeply describing the different wards and outer wards on the the island, as well as a detailed map within the text itself. unknowingly to noctis however, it happens to be more than just an ordinary book as it has magical properties! if there are more areas ever revealed in the future, those areas’s descriptions ( and their locations on the said map ) will appear within the book magically! also accompanying the ( magic ) history book is a notebook; on its front is a cute design of horses galloping about!

also accompanying each present if is a card that uh, carbuncle helped him write, yeah he can’t word ( this doesn’t apply to prompto though since he’s known him for forever now and he can Attempt to word when it comes to him, though it’s a hit or miss there too )

[anne-white-star]

Young Jon pertwee x waitress!reader 

Notes: reader is a waitress jon saves her from a scary situation and more will happen read to find out😊

Please ignore any spelling mistakes thank you 😊

There are hystorical mistakes im sorry about that i tried my best

Warnings : cursing nothing bad or explisit

Words : 2067

It was 1947 2 years After the war of 1945 people wer trying to pick back up their lives. A lot of buildings were destroyed many people died, lots of people fled and fought the war it was a big chaos the last 5 years, but things were calm now.

Jon pertwee came back home from the war after serving as a marine in the navy on the HMS Hood also in the ww2 many of his men died one of the only survivers of his group was him and Ian Fleming. (I hope i got it corect if not my excuses)

"Hey jon! How are you doing mate?" Jon turnd around at the mention of his name.

"Oh hey ian, it has been a few years" jon grabed his hand and shook it "im doing fine how about you?".

"im doing alright, im just trying to pick my life back up you?" They started to walk next to echother.     

"Yes me to the past years have been really tough" as they both crossed the street jon his eyes fell on a bar/restaurant/pub "shall we go get a beer? Than we talk further".

"Sounds good im always if for a cold beer" ian laught

Walking in they were greated by lots of men sitting and drinking their fill, waitresses were serving food the bar tender was filling their beer mug. And there were a few cooks in the back prepairing some food. They sat down at a table and a women walked up to them.

"Hello welkom to the fox and hounds my name is y/n and i will be your waitress this afternoon would you like to eat or drink something?" She grabed a pen and note book out of her apron ready to Wright down their order. (The Fox & Hounds is locaded at 29 Passmore St, Belgravia, London SW1W 8HR, not far from jon his old home at 66 Chester Row it was build around 1960 but lets pretend its older)

"Umm yes" jon looked at the menu

"I'll take a pint" ian said

"I take one as wel"

Y/n looked up from her note book "anything ells?"

"No this is fine" jon smiled at the women

"Alright two pints coming up" she walked back to the bar to get them

"Are you starting to like her don't you?" Ian asked

"What?"

"I saw the way you looked at her"

"Oh be quiet you" jon punched his shoulder while grining  

"So here you go two pints that be 2s 4d"( its origanaly 1s 2d im not british i Googled it but i really don't know how this works it was after the war) she smiled and put them down on the table before them

"Here you go i pay for both of us" ian said to her and smiled

Y/n took the money from the table and put it in her apron

Jon started to drink his beer and they talked with echoter for about 30 minuts when

"Hey let me go aaahhh!!!"

They both turned around to look where the scream came from, when they turned around they saw y/n being hold back with a gun pointed to her head

"Give me all the money out the register or the pretty girl will pay with her life"   

"Please let me go" she asked while crying softly

Jon put his beer mug back down on the table and stood up "let the girl go"

"Hmpf" "what are you going to....." the man was caught of guard by jon punching him in the face "agh!! you fucking cunt!" the gun fell out of his hand and His hands flew to his nose. Jon grabed the gun from the ground and went to stand in between y/n and the man.

"Now put your hands up turn around and face the wall" jon pointed the gun in the back of the man "someone call the police"

Ian walked up to y/n and sat next to her on the ground "are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah im fine..... i just need a moment" *sigh*

About 30 minuts later Two police officers stept in "Good afternoon we got a call for a attempt of robbery and a hostage"

"Yes sirs here he is" jon said while still pointing his gun at the man.

"Alright we take it from here thank you so mutch for keeping him under controle" one of the police man took handcuffs and arested the man.

"Also here is his gun" jon gave it to the other officer

"Thank you sir, we will take care of all this".

After the police officers took the man away jon turned to y/n sitting on the ground with a blanked over her shoulders. "how are you feeling?"

"Im feeling better now thank you" *sigh* "i just feel a bit scared now to get home"

"Where do you life?"

"About 30 minuts away but i have to be at work tomorow"

"If you want you can stay at my home i don't live far from the restaurant"

"That would be Nice sir"

"Oh please don't be so formal just call me jon"

"Thank you jon" y/n smiled at him.

Ian had been gone for a few hours after the insedent, after y/n her shift they walked to jon's house

"So this is my place" jon unlocked the door and let her in. "Make yourself at home"

"Its quite lovely" she looked around, y/n put her bag down and hung her coat on the coat rack.

"You must be hugry" jon said while walking to the kitchen "what would you like?"

"Hmm is (favorite food) alright?"

Jon laught "sure but i don't know how to make that, perhaps you could help me?"

"Of course i will help you jon its the least i can do" she went to stand next to him.

After they were done preparing the food they both sat down and started to eat

"Hmm this tastes great"

"Im glad you like it jon"

When they were done with eating their food y/n went to prepare herself for bed "where can i sleep jon?"

"you can take the bed y/n i'll take the coutch"

"Are you sure?"

"Its fine don't worry, good night dear"

"Good night".

The next morning both jon and y/n had breakfast with echoter and talked about all kinds of stuff

"i can't thank you enough for helping me out yesterday"

"Oh its nothig i dealed with worse"

"You fought in the war din't you?"

"Unfortanetly yes" jon looked down sadly "so many died, i lost a lot of comerats in battle"

Y/n grabed his hand softly in hers "Im so sorry, that you had to go trough that jon"

Jon smiled at her "Its alright I only hope this never happens again"

Y/n looked at the clock "oh goodness i have to get ready my shift starts in an hour" she stood up and went to get ready for work.

The few days that y/n had to work she would sleep the nights at jon's house so that she could be at work on time when she had off from work y/n would go back to her own home. Jon had to admid the days when she wasn't there during the late afternoon and diner it was quite lonley, but the days she was at his house they enjoyed cooking, reading and playing games to pass the time.

6 months had passed sinds the incedent at the fox and hounds and y/n and jon got very close with echoter they became great Friends even to the point that they both fell in love with one another but both din't know it that they were.

"Hey jon in a few days there will be music at the fox and hounds and i was wondering if you would like to go with me?"

"Sure it sounds like fun"

The evening came around and people were dressed up formal y/n was wearing a long black dress with long white gloves and golden wristbands plus a pearl necklace around her nek her hair was in pretty waves down her back. They were enjoying them selfs when the bar tender came up to y/n

"Y/n can i talk to you for a moment"

"Alright sure, i be back in a few minuts jon" they both walked to the back of the restaurant "whats wrong?"

"Wel i got the news that the last person who was suposed to sing could't come because their car broke down"

"Oh no what are we going to do"

"Cant you go up there?"

"What me? Really?"

"Yes you, i have heared you sing something while being in the back your voice is very pretty y/n"

"Hmm... Alright i'll do it"

"Thank you y/n you are a life saver"

About 30 minuts later it was time for her to come one the stage

"Ladys and gentelmen may i have your atention for the last act y/n y/l/n"

(Play the song from here if you want)

🎶He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way

He had a boogie style that no one else could play

He was the top man at his craft

But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft

He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada🎶

Y/n looked over the crowd trying to find jon

🎶Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai

Have you ever danced in the tropics?

Well that girl's a fool

With the Gaucho?????

Of the South American way, hey!

Ai, ai, ai, ai. ai

Could you have ever kissed in the moon light

If you never kissed

Who knows what you've missed

In the South American Way🎶

Again looking around she still could't spot him

🎶Bei mir bist du schoen

Please let me explain

Bie mir bist du schoen means you're grand

Bei mir bist du schoen

Again I'll explain

It means you're the fairest in the land

I could say "bella, bella"

Even say "wunderbar"

Each language only helps me tell you

How grand you are

I'll try to explain

Bei mir bist du schoen

So kiss me and say you'll understand🎶

"Okay guys, grab your gal and hit the floor

'Cos here's that beat you've been waiting to swing to" said the bar tender to the crowd of people

🎶Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes

What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size

I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"

Hope he tells me, "Baby, what a wing it will be"

So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"

He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

In the mood

In the mood

In the mood

It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now🎶

She finaly spoted him in the crowd he was looking at her with a dreamy look.

🎶If you ever go down Trinidad

They make you feel so very glad

Calypso sing and make up rhyme

Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola

Go down Point Koomahnah

Both mother and daughter

Workin' for the Yankee dollar🎶

🎶Oh, Tico Tico, tick

Oh, Tico Tico, tock

This Tico Tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock

And when he says "Cuckoo"

He means it's time to woo

It's Tico time for all the lovers in the block

I've got a heavy date

A tete-a-tete at eight

So speak, oh Tico, tell me is it getting late?

If I'm on time, cuckoo

But, if I'm late, woo woo

The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait🎶

🎶In Spain they say "Si, si"

In France you hear "Oui, oui"

Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, ya"

Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, da"

La-la-la-la-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-de-de-da-da

De-da-da-da-da-da-da-da🎶

When the song was over people clapped and cheered for her performance. Jon walked up the stairs of the podium.

"That was amazing y/n i din't know you could sing so wel"

"Thank you jon it means a lot" y/n smiled

"I want to ask you a question y/n"

"Yes jon go ahead"

"Would you like to be My girlfriend?"

"I would love to"

Jon kissed y/n a top of her head knowing that this women wil be a great joy in his live.

The end

I hope you all enjoyed reading 😊

[thatfairyfangirl]

True Colors Chapter 4

The weeks seemed to drag on for you in the new recruit dorms. It seemed like every time you opened your door there he was. If he wasn’t staring at you he was finding new ways to get under your skin. Never in your life had you met anyone quite as irritating as Bucky Barnes! Even the way he breathed in the workout rooms seemed to push at a nerve for you.

“Tony please! I’m begging you!” You whined as you and Tony sparred, “Please move my room! I can’t stand Robo-cop being right on top of me all the time!” As you spoke you shot Bucky a look that could kill, your hair swirling with fiery reds displaying your anger. The knife he was flinging around didn’t scare you one little bit.

“Psh! Yeah right!” Tony protested. “Pretty sure this is the first time I’ve ever….EVER heard you complain about a guy being on top of you.”

“Careful there rich boy! Or you’ll be fighting crime in a very nice shade of Hello Kitty pink.” Tony put on a scared look to go with your playful threat.

Steve looked over from his knife practice with Bucky and shook his head lightly. “Geez buddy what did you do to her?” he chuckled as he looked back to his friend.

“Nothing!” He protested. “The dame is flat out CRAZY!” He jerked his attention to you to make sure you knew you were meant to hear it.

“I dunno man I like her.” Sam interjected, just wanting to have the opposite opinion of him. “She’s fun.”

“Tell you what.” Tony let out a heave of a breath, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. “How about tonight you and me go get Johnnie and Jack, hang out with them for a little while then we can go out to the usual club so you can blow off some steam the way you do best?”

You let out a long breath mulling over the idea before shaking your head, letting the rainbow flow back and forth down your back wadding up just a bit with sweat. “Nah...as nice as it would be to have the boys I need to do some work tonight.”

“Aww but you’re my whore.” Tony teased putting an emphasis on ‘my’. “Who else are you working for?”

“Some middle aged rich guy trying to horn in on your playboy status.” You gave Tony a wink to let him know you were only playing. Bucky’s movements slowed as he listened in on the conversation, now starting to wonder if you really were a prostitute.

~ ~ ~ ~

Later that night you sat in your room staring at your mixer as your speakers poured out the same bit of music over and over. Normally putting things together was so easy, second nature to you… but your nerves were running short thanks to sleepless nights from the screaming of the metal armed wonder across the hall and it was taking its toll on your creativity. Nothing about this piece seemed right to you. Nothing was sounding like you wanted...It was as if you took all of your knowledge of music and threw it to the wind. In the back of your mind you knew you should probably be using some headphones, you were sure the hour was getting late...but they seemed to have gone missing.

Bucky sat in his room, every few minutes turning the volume on his dvd player up, trying his best to hear the movie over the constant annoyance of your noise. Finally as he realized the volume couldn’t go up anymore he got up with a growl grabbing a pair of headphones from his nightstand. The constant loop had finally broken him, if he had to hear it one more time he was going to have to go Winter Soldier on you just to make it stop, and he doubted he would regret it if it meant he’d finally get some peace and quiet. He burst out of his room to swing your door open as violently as he could without breaking anything. “I’m from the past and even I know how to use these!” He held the headphones in the air, shaking them a bit before throwing them at you. “Now shut that noise up!” He screamed before slamming your door shut with enough strength to shake your equipment.

After a moment of debating weather you really wanted to or not you finally plugged in the headphones, keeping your music to yourself as you stuck your pierced tongue out at the door. You didn’t care that he couldn’t see it.

As he sat back down the anger in him just kept growing, bubbling under him. After all that he didn’t even care about his movie anymore, just wanted to hit something. After pulling on his workout clothes he slammed his door shut as he made his way back to the workout room to make some good work of the punching bags.

~ ~ ~ ~

As the hour grew late your stomach rumbled, reminding you that you that dinner should have been a thing hours ago. But then again it was never that unusual for you to forget meals while you were working. 1:00am… surely everyone else had to be asleep by now. You didn’t bother to put on proper clothes to head over to the kitchen...your thin tank top and barely there shorts covered all the important parts anyway. Maybe some time away from the mixer was just what you needed to re-up your inspiration, some time with your older recordings to remind you what Spectrum was about.

~ ~ ~ ~

Clint watched as Bucky split open punching bag after punching bag from the treadmill, waiting for one to survive the impact before he deemed it safe to talk. “I thought you were in here earlier with Cap?” He asked a bit out of breath, sometimes he wished he had a dose of that super soldier serum too. “Something bothering you?”

“More like someone” He grumbled in response as he began beating the bag into submission.

“Again with you and (Y/N)? You guys fight more than my kids!” he couldn’t help but laugh at the two of you. “What exactly is it about you two that gets under each other's skin so bad?” he added out of genuine curiosity.

“She’s loud,” the punching bag let out another thud as he hit it, “always in my way,” thud “and NEVER takes anything seriously,” thud crash! Another punching bag down.

“Yeah? And she’s also a highly trained gifted individual who knows how to have fun, a pretty gifted musician, is pretty easy on the eyes-” He would have gone on but he took notice of the metal arm clenching tightly and definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of that. He waited for the fist to loosen before he hopped off the machine, toweling himself off. “She got all of us out of that place… She personally melted the ice you were kept in...Did you ever even thank her for that?” He added as he left the room leaving him to think on that.

~ ~ ~ ~

Bucky toweled the sticky sweat off as he slowly made his way back to his room, his soaked tank top flung over his shoulder. All he wanted to think about was a nice cool shower, but he couldn’t seem to shake Clint’s words...until a soft voice caught his ear coming from the kitchen. He stood in the doorway watching you clean up after yourself, your hips barely shaking in your small shorts, the hems dancing around your upper thighs as you softly sang “But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft. He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.”

“You’re dancing to that wrong.” Bucky stated almost timidly. Clint’s words fresh in his mind he couldn’t help but notice your body for the first time, though he tried not to. But the way the ink of your many colorful tattoos curled around your exposed flesh had a way of catching the eyes that he just couldn’t ignore for long… With a yelp your headphones fell from your ears as you spun to meet his eyes. He let out a long breath as he watched you react with fear to him, wondering if this was the source of all the issues you’ve had with each other. First impressions are always hard to erase, and he gave you a doozy of one. “So this is it? Afraid of the Winter Soldier?”

You shook your head as your eyes caught the light reflecting off of his sweaty chest, forcing you to take notice of the muscles behind his strength, though you refused to let them sway you. “Didn’t know I had an audience,” you clarified.

“Didn’t know you liked The Andrews Sisters,” he returned as he stepped into the kitchen, noticing the pile of dishes the rest of the team had left and the sponge in your hand.

“You never bothered to ask. I doubt there’s any music I don’t like actually.” It was nice to hear one of his old favorites again.

“You know...with all these gadgets you’d think we’d have a dishwasher.” He offered as he stepped to the sink, trying his very best to at least try to be nice. “So...why aren’t you afraid of me? Most everyone else sure seems to be...Heck, Clint just stopped mid thought at the sight of this,” he held up his hand as he spoke before opening it up for the sponge.

“Because you’re not some mindless killing machine.” You answered as you handed him the soap filled sponge, trying to figure out the angle he was playing here. “You know...most people assume that I dye my hair. An easy assumption to make. But it’s still wrong.” You picked up a towel to start drying the plates you already cleaned.  “It has been like this ever since my powers manifested...Actually, I tried dying it, but wouldn’t you know it, didn’t take.” Bucky looked up to you, wondering where you were going with this.  “I’m a mutant, and it’s pretty hard to hide it. The world hates and fears my kind because they don’t understand.” Bucky slowly blinked at you, finding it unbelievable anyone could hate or fear a walking rainbow like yourself, even if he refused to see you as pretty he had to admit your hair was lovely in the light. “If anyone understands what it feels like for the world to look at you like a monster while you bust your ass to prove otherwise it's me. So no. I’m not afraid of you. You say those days are behind you and I’ll trust you ‘till you show otherwise.” Bucky couldn’t help smiling, feeling a sense of relief knowing there was someone else out there who knew how he felt...not exactly the same, but on a similar level. Getting close to the other team members was nice, but this was something else entirely...he didn’t feel so alone knowing this. “Doesn’t mean I have to like you though.” He shot you an insulted look. “You’ve been nothing but mean and insulting ever since I broke you out. So why should I?”

His jaw dropped. “Well you’ve been nothing but inconsiderate and brash to me!” He retaliated.

“Well you called my music noise! You’re just like everyone else out there, don’t understand it so it must be wrong!”

Surprised Bucky couldn’t help but concede to this, he hasn’t been very fair to her..never even thanked her or apologized about that day she broke him out. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“And sorry if I annoyed you earlier. I couldn’t find my headphones.” A quick glance confirmed for him that you were in fact still using the pair he threw earlier.

“You think maybe I can borrow that?” He asked pointing to the mp3 player sticking out of your shorts with an almost timid look on his face. “A voice like yours is definitely not noise...I’d love to hear more.”

“Umm...Sure.” You agreed rather surprised as you pulled it from your shorts, showing him how to use it before handing it to him.

“So...what was all that noi-music for anyway? I thought you told Tony you couldn’t hang out with those guys because you hand to work?”

You snorted as you held in laughter. “Those guys are different kinds of alcohol. Tony wanted me to get drunk with him. But yeah, before I came here I was a singer and a DJ, music is my work.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I guess I can’t blame you for calling it noise...Pretty sure that’s all I’ve been able to come up with for the past few days.” You paused before taking the mp3 player, pulling up the songs you had completed for him. “Here, this is what it’s supposed to sound like.”

Bucky listened as he washed, still not entirely sure if he was hearing the noise or the music at first. You watched his eyes widen as a new song began, something with familiar tune began to tug at his ears.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tRKo6ew0Bs

“You like Fred Astaire?” He asked with shock and awe as he yanked the headphones off.

“Oh my god yes! My dad used to love those old movies!” you gushed, “He was a music teacher, taught me everything I know. Probably the reason why I love music as much as I do. Fred Astaire was his favorite, so I guess it holds a special place in my heart.” He just stared at you for a moment, an amazed smile dancing across his face feeling almost thankful that someone was keeping the music of his past alive for him to cling to in this strange new world. After a moment’s thought suddenly something dawned on you, “You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever met who didn’t think that was sung by Frank Sinatra. I mean don’t get me wrong, Ol’ Blue Eyes was one of the world’s best crooners, but still.”

“You kidding? Doll, come on,” he chuckled a bit, “Swing Time, 1936. I love that flick!” He was beaming with a happiness you had never seen on him before, definitely a trade up from his usual scowl.

“So do I.” You couldn’t help smiling in return, only barely admitting to yourself that you were happy the two of you had finally found some common ground.

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