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THE SUN'S ENGAGED TO THE SKY *ŕŠđ¤ŕźâ
jason grace x child of apollo!reader
sky-watching dates 24/7, hugs from behind with his head in the crook of your neck, visiting you in the infirmary, dropping anybody who gets hurt off so he can talk to you while you heal them, listening to you sing and always applauding you right after, developing a tan from being out in the sun with you all day, going on walks in the strawberry fields, buying you bouquets of sunflowers âĄ
#what cutiesssss#literal match made in the sky#his music taste has for sure expanded bcs of you !!#might even pick up an instrument for u đ¤#he seems like a saxophone guy#or trumpet#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace x you#percy jackson moodboard#electric touch ĎŕšŕŁâ#bells' moodboards đđ ęą â§âË
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sigh... guess i'm kinning midvalley now
#not even canon midvalley just those. maomango comics#im not even the trigun guy i just. thought about him while driving a bit too long#and was like yeah. gender. and big relate.#leaf/dave#sage's partner said that he sees it and says i seem like the kind of guy to play saxophone so hard it kills someone#which. idk if i agree but i'll take the compliment#midvalley the hornfreak#plural stuff#trigun
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2.1 Bucky
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary:Â Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.
Warnings:Â (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, pick-mes, internalized misogyny.
Word Count:Â 2.7k
Previously On...: You asked Bucky to dance.
A/N:Â Guys, I know it's moving fast, but next part is smut <3
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As soon as the opening bars of the saxophone began, Bucky found himself feeling at ease. It wasnât exactly like the big band tunes he used to cut it up to back in the day, but the beat was similar, and the horns were familiar. He was delighted to find the rhythm of the song was perfect for the Lindy Hop, and in no time, he was moving Major along the floor like he would have if heâd met her in 1943.Â
And the look on her face as he spun her, twisted her in his arms? It was fucking priceless. Majorâs smile was huge, her laugh infectious, and in no time at all, Bucky found himself laughing, too. In fact, he couldnât remember the last time heâd had this much fun with a dame.Â
He was surprised to find himself thinking of Major in those terms, as a dame. Yeah, heâd dated since heâd woken up from cryo for the last time, even had a couple of relationships that never seemed to go anywhere, but those had all been with girls, occasionally women. Not a single one of them had made him feel the same electric rush heâd felt in his youth; not the way heâd felt dancing with Major tonight, and that made her a dame. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
The song was over far too soon for Buckyâs liking, and even though the next one was one he didnât know how to move to, he found he didnât want to let go of her, didnât want to move off the floor.
âThat was great,â he said, slightly panting from the dancing and laughing. âWhat was that?â
âBleachers,â Major said. âModern Girl. Theyâre one of my favorite bands. Iâm so glad you liked it.â
âI loved it,â Bucky smiled. âI havenât danced like that in nearly a century. It felt fucking amazing; thank you.âÂ
Major ducked her face behind her hair, bashful at his thanks, and Bucky thought it was the most adorable thing heâd ever seen. âAre all their songs like that?â he asked.
âNo,â she admitted, âbut theyâre still fantastic.â
âIâll give them a listen, then,â he said, âif you like them so much.â
âYou donât have to do that,â she said, blushing. God. How Bucky wanted to bite the apples of her cheeks!
âI want to,â he said, earnestly. Without a thought, he found himself reaching up to tuck a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful; he couldnât believe how lucky he was to even be talking to her, let alone having gotten to share a dance.
âWhat?â Major asked, sounding self conscious, and Bucky realized heâd been staring at her for a little longer than was probably considered politely normal.
âI was just thinking about how beautiful you are,â he told her honestly, and was rewarded when she ducked her face down again. He tucked his hand under her chin and tilted her head back up so she was looking at him. âWhat?â he asked with a soft smile. âIs that so hard to believe?â
Major chuckled softly. âNo,â she said. âI guess⌠Iâm just not used to getting compliments.â
âWell, thatâs a damned shame,â Bucky tsked. âYou should be getting them multiple times a day.â
She licked her lips. She looked so fucking kissable, he thought. âI was in a relationship for a long time,â Major told him. âGot a lot more insults than compliments, unfortunately, toward the end. Guess I just got accustomed to them.â
Bucky frowned, having a hard time believing any straight man with eyes and blood in his cock would ever consider insulting her. âYour ex-boyfriend sounds like a dumbass piece of shit,â he offered.
Major shrugged. âEx-husband, actually.â
That took Bucky aback. âOh,â he said. âShit. Iâm sorryââ
âNo, itâs okay,â she rushed to reassure him. âI married young and dumb. Military housing is a big perk, you know.â Bucky nodded. âIt was⌠nice for a few years, but between the stress of deployments, and the fact I was getting promoted more often than he was⌠we werenât happy for a while.â
âHow long since you split?â he asked. He was nervousâ based on what heâd experienced of Major so far, he saw her as someone he could really end up liking, and he didnât want to come trampling in if she wasnât emotionally ready. The idea of just being a rebound to her didnât sit well with him. At all.
âOh, like, five years ago,â Major said, waving her hand as if dismissing her entire marriage. âHe cheated on me during his last deployment. Cliche, I know, but I ended up being grateful for it. It was the kick in the ass I needed to finally get out of a dead relationship. In fact, I fueled all the anger I felt at him into building the first WarZone. So, in a weird, roundabout way, I have him to thank for where I am today. Just think; if he had been able to keep his dick in his pants, we might not be standing here right now.â
Bucky laughed at that, and he suddenly found himself wanting to send her ex a thank you card. âDo you still see him?â he asked.Â
âNot if I can help it,â Major told him, an upward tic to her lips. âWe still have some mutual friends, and Iâm fond of his mother, so we run into each other socially, here and there, a couple of times a year. I donât look forward to seeing him or anything like that, but I stopped caring enough to let it really bother me a long time ago.â
âThat seems like a pretty healthy outlook to have,â Bucky offered.
âIt took a lot of work to get to this point,â she laughed. âI mean, whyâd you think I had to start a rage room, of all things, to help me deal?â
Bucky laughed, and as he did so, he realized he was still holding both of her hands in his; neither of them had made a move to pull away from one another since the dance ended. âCan I buy you a drink?â he asked, looking up from where the two of them were joined.
âYeah,â she said, offering him the sweetest smile heâd ever seen. âIâd like that.â
They both returned to the booth a few minutes later, Bucky with a beer and Major with another frozen margarita. In their absence, Peter, Thor, and Wanda had left, leaving just Bucky and Major, Nat, Steve, Sam, and Lily.Â
âThey wanted me to tell you goodbye, and that they loved meeting you,â Nat told Major as she and Bucky both sat back down. âThey wish they could have stayed, but Thor and Wanda have an early mission tomorrow, and Peterâs got a school project. You and Barnes seemed to be having a deep discussion, so they didnât want to interrupt.â
âIâm sorry to have missed them,â Major said, âbut hopefully Iâll see them again?â She looked to Nat with a question on her face.
âOf course you will,â Bucky said before Nat could reply. âYou think Iâmâ er, weâre gonna let you get away from us that easily?â
âOh, Bucky,â Lily said, reaching for his arm. âDid you get me a drink from the bar, love?â
Bucky frowned. It was their usual routine to get the other a refill each time one of them went to the bar, but heâd been so smitten by Majorâs presence, heâd entirely forgotten. âNo, Lil, Iâm sorry,â he said, knowing sheâd rightfully start pouting.
âYou can share mine with me, if youâd like,â Major offered, holding out her margarita. âIâve probably already had enough alcohol for one night.â
âEw, gross,â Lily said, sneering at the proffered drink. âI donât touch that fruity shit. Theyâre just so⌠girly.â She spat out the word like it was an insult. âI mean, if you canât take beer or straight up liquor, whatâs the point of even drinking?â She leaned over and picked up Buckyâs beer. âIâll just share with Jamie. You donât mind, right, love?â Smiling, she took a long swig before placing the bottle down in front of him.
âWell, since my drinkâs been commandeered,â Bucky said, looking to Major with big, soulful puppy dog eyes, âwill you share yours with me?â
âOf course,â she said, handing him her glass. Bucky took a sip.
âOh, shit,â he moaned, then leaned down to take a larger swig; it was tastier than heâd ever imagined, not to mention her lips had been on the glass, just where his were now. âLil, youâre missing out! This fruity shit is delicious! Thanks, doll!âÂ
âIâm just curious,â Major started, seemingly apprehensive, as though she were wondering if she should say what she was actually thinking, âwhy you say âgirlyâ like itâs a bad thing. Whatâs wrong with being a girl?â
Nat raised an eyebrow in surprise, and Bucky was sure he heard Sam cough âoh shitâ into his fist.Â
Lily rolled her eyes. âNothingâs wrong with being a girl, obviously,â she said. âBut, like, you have to admit, all the stuff thatâs catered to women is just so⌠stupid, childish. No self-respecting, serious person is into all that kind of stuff. Itâs weak.â She shook her head. âNo, if it comes down between being a girl and being a badass, Iâm going to choose badass every day of the week.â
âUh oh,â Major said, leaning back and giving Lily a scrutinizing look. âSounds to me like the misogyny is coming from inside the house.â
âWhat the fuck did you just say to me?â Lily asked, planting both hands on the table. âLil, calm down,â Bucky said, putting a hand on her shoulder. âIâm sure Major didnât mean anything insulting by it.â
âI said,â Major reiterated slowly, âthat the misogyny is coming from inside the house. Youâre acting as though anything thatâs considered inherently feminine is less than anything masculine. And when you look to build yourself up by bringing other women down by rejecting femininity, thatâs internalized misogyny.â
âHow dare you?â Lily seethed. âYou donât fucking know a thing about me! Bucky, tell her Iâm not like that!â
âIf I made an error in judgment, I apologize,â Major said, before Bucky could come to Lilyâs defense. Though, if he really thought about it, Major had a pointâ Lily always did seem to irrationally hate anything she deemed girly. âIâm simply responding to the implications of your own words.â Major took a sip of her margarita and smacked her lips. âI mean, I like girly things. I like makeup and dressing up and fruity drinks, but Iâve also been in combat. Iâve fought in a war. Iâm both girly and a badass. So is Nat. The two can co-exist, and neither one has to be better than the other.â
âYou are now officially my best friend,â Natasha said, looking at Major with wonderment and a newfound respect. âFinally, someone else who actually gets it!â
âI need to go to the bathroom,â Lily said, standing up and walking off without waiting for a response from anyone.
âI like you, New Girl,â Sam said, holding out his fist for Major to bump, which she did with an embarrassed smile. âI want you around all the damn time.âÂ
She turned to Bucky. âIâm sorry if I made your friend upset,â she said, âbut after all those years of dealing with the shit that comes from being a woman with authority in the military, misogyny of any kind is a giant no go for me; particularly when itâs from another woman. We should all be propping each other up, not trying to tear one another down.â
âNo, I completely understand. She was out of line,â Bucky said. She had been. There was no excuse for that kind of behavior, and if an old fogey from the â40s like him could realize that, she should have, too. âIâll talk to her about it.â
Major smiled at him, seemingly pleased with the way he responded, and Bucky felt his heart swell. He was overcome with the idea that he wanted to make her happy all the time. Slow down! He told himself. Youâve only just met her!
Major glanced down at her watch, her expression falling. âShit,â she said, picking up her leather jacket. âItâs getting late. I should probably head back if Iâm going to catch the last train back into the city tonight.â She slid out of the booth and put her jacket on. âIt was so great meeting you guys,â she said. âPlease tell Lily again that I apologize if what I said offended her. Nat, thanks so much for the invite; I had a great time.â She leaned in to hug the redhead. âIâll see you on Tuesday?â
âWouldnât miss it,â Nat said, smiling. âIâm so glad you made it out; get home safe, yeah?â
Major nodded. âWill do. Goodnightâ She looked back as she started to walk away, catching Buckyâs eye one last time, and his heart dropped in his chest; he didnât want toâ couldnâtâ let her walk out of his life just yet.
âMajor,â he said, standing up and sliding out of the booth to join her. âWhy donât you let me give you a ride back to your place? Itâs late, and the trainâs not the safest this time of night.â
He heard Nat, Sam, and Steve all cough-laugh into their hands in the booth behind them, but didnât pay them any mind. âThatâs so sweet of you,â Major said, âbut I would feel awful for inconveniencing you like that.â
Bucky shook his head. âNo inconvenience at all, I swear,â he told her. âI wouldnât offer if I didnât genuinely want to.â
Major chewed on her lip for a moment, considering his offer. âOkay,â she said eventually. âYeah, you can give me a ride home.â Bucky thought his heart was going to soar out of his chest.
âWhile thatâs real chivalrous of you and all, Bucket,â Sam said, âwhat are you gonna do about Lily? You drove her here. How you expect her to get home if youâre taking New Girl?â
Bucky turned and flashed Sam a Look. âSince youâre all going back to the Compound,â he said, âit shouldnât be a problem for the three of you to drop her off at home on the way, right?â he asked pointedly. Come on, Sam, he thought, trying to silently communicate to his friend with his eyes. You said youâd be my wingman here!
Sam and Nat exchanged an annoyed look while Steve just looked resigned. âYeah, alright,â Sam said after a minute. âWeâll make sure McIntyre gets home safe and sound. But you owe me one for this.â
Bucky put his hand to the small of Majorâs back and led her out of the bar, waving to Steve, Nat and Sam as they went. His fingers brushed gently against hers as he led her to where he parked his motorcycle.
âOh,â Major said. âI didnât realize weâd be taking a bike.â
Bucky frowned. âIs that a problem? I can drive up to the Compound and get a car ifââ
âNo,â she smiled at him. âThis is great. I havenât been on a motorcycle in ages.â
Bucky unlocked the helmets and took his extra one, gently placing it on Majorâs head and adjusting the straps so it was nice and snug. âThere you go,â he said with a grin. He hopped onto the bike and waited for her to get on behind him. âWhereâre we headed, doll?â he asked, typing the address of her SoHo condo into his GPS once sheâd given it to him.
Once sheâd gotten situated on the back of the bike, Major wrapped her arms around Buckyâs middle, and he immediately felt all his blood drain to his cock at her touch. âUh, make sure you hold on tight,â he said, barely managing to choke out the words over the effect she was having on him. She squeezed him a little bit harder in acknowledgement, and Bucky knew that he was in for it.
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#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x you#bucky x reader#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky buchanan barnes#james buchanan barnes#mcu bucky barnes#james barnes
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â WHAT THE POETS' HOBBIES WOULD BE (IF THEY HAD NORMAL LIVES AND FREE TIME) â
MEEKS: something tells me meeks would be really into rollerblading or skating? idk i can really picture him as a skater boy, and i can see pittsie coming with him to try it out! meeks would be very chill about it, not trying to learn the coolest tricks or something, BUT he'd totally bring his skateboard everywhere and the poets would tease him about it like oh hey mr cool, do you skateboard? that's so cool i'm SWOONING, good that you brought it to the theatre in case there's a skateboarding emergency
PITTS: photography/videography. if he lived today, pittsie would totally be a youtuber, but i can see him always taking pictures or even "vlogging" in the canon era, too! he just enjoys capturing these memories, and at the end of every year, he'd do a sort of "best of this year" with the poets- i also see him as a big plant dad, not sure if he'd do it in the 60s though? but i can picture pittsie having several little succulents. oh and baking/cooking!! meeks always snacks on his stuff before it's ready and it drives pittsie insane
TODD: i know everyone's convinced todd would be into crocheting, but i honestly don't really see it? no hate whatsoever, i get where people get the idea but to be honest i think crocheting would make todd frustrated/anxious. this boy needs movement, something to do so his mind shuts up, and i think that's swimming. i honestly think todd would be a really dedicated swimmer, maybe to the point where it gets a bit unhealthy because he just throws himself into it to turn his thoughts off?
CHARLIE: yes this one is kinda obvious but charlie would totally pursue music if he had the time and means- he seems so passionate when he plays the saxophone, it's one of the few scenes where we get to see him not joking around, dismissing things with a quip and smirk, but earnestly enjoying something. charlie wouldn't only play, I totally picture him going to jazz clubs and loving to dance there and chat up girls. oh he'd also play video games as soon as they're available!
KNOX: i've mentioned this before but knox would 2000% learn how to play the guitar, and then proceed to play it at dps meetings and with chris. i know it sounds super douchy but honestly, i think knox wouldn't even notice that it comes off as annoying sometimes? he just really enjoys playing the guitar and wants to share that with others. also seems like someone who'd love running, i can see him being one of those people who go on 1 hour jogs in the morning :') Oh and drawing! But he'd be quite shy about it.
NEIL: this is so hard for some reason? đ i mean obviously he'd act, and probably go to the theatre quite often on top of that- i also think neil would like cycling, but other than that it's pretty difficult for me to think of what his hobbies would be- i kinda see him as just hanging out with friends a lot and going to parks etc. to chill when he's not at rehearsal. feel free to share your ideas if you have some!
CAMERON: dancing. he's SO ashamed of it and only does it in the comfort of his own room, but if cameron could do anything he wanted, i think he'd do ballet? HELP GUYS I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I FEEL SO SURE ABOUT THIS, CAMERON IS PRETTY MUCH BILLY ELLIOT IN MY MIND BUT HE NEVER GETS TO PURSUE BALLET/DANCING COS HE LIVES IN A TIME AND SOCIETY THAT DOESN'T ALLOW THAT?? WHY IS THIS SO CANON TO ME???? also crosswords.
#dead poets society#dps fandom#dead poets headcanons#dps headcanons#knox overstreet#neil perry#todd anderson#gerard pitts#stephen meeks#charlie dalton#richard cameron
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okay- I woke up in a cold sweat and made this. I introduce to you: instruments the bat-fam plays *jazz hands*
Bruce: grew up rich; probably plays piano at least and maybe a string instrument like that violin (I can see him being a bass or cello guy) doesnât play much and is sorely out of practice.
Dick: grew up in the circus; so probably doesnât play a traditional instrument if any- may play a little organ or a percussion instrument.
Jason: grew up poor/on the streets; plays piano quite well (Alfred taught him and then got him lessons) also plays guitar (self taught).
Tim: Grew up rich; plays both piano and violin, was a prodigy in both and often had to play the violin for guests, doesnât play much now but will occasionally play and is pretty good for not picking it up for months to years at a time.
Damian: grew up as an assassin; may have learned a string instrument (can also kill you 19 different ways with said instrument) but doesnât play. Has a secret desire to (Jason teaches him some piano).
Steph: criminal father; she seems like a band or choir kid tbh, she probably plays a brass instrument I can see her terrorizing the family with âCareless Whisperâ on the saxophone at every possible moment.
Cass: assassin; flute and voice. She plays the flute and itâs the literal best thing youâve ever heard. No one knows how she learned. She also sings when she is alone and has a really pretty voice. You can catch her humming around the manor sometimes.
Duke: Iâm not really sure how he grew up; he probably has the voice of an angel and sings with Cass a lot. He also seems like the kid to play drums or a brass instrument.
Barbara: commissionerâs daughter; she was probably a choir kid, also plays some piano or guitar. One time her choir concert was interrupted by a bad guy when she was in middle school and after Batman took care of it she managed to force him to sing a solo; Gordon still has it on video. Barbara threatens to use it against Bruce all the time.
Alfred: no one knows for sure, but he seems to play a little of everything, and is actually a pretty good teacher.
#I dunno if I missed anyone#I think this is funny#tim drake#jason todd#damian wayne#dick grayson#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#barabra gordon
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Punch Out Wii boxers if they were in band
Glass Joe- French hornÂ
I had to make the obvious French joke with the French man. Also in my personal experience, French horn players were always the weakest in terms of playability so itâs fitting for glass joe
Von Kaiser- trumpetÂ
I know trumpet players are usually associated with having big egos, but I think people tend to forget trumpets are very well-respected instruments, especially in the army. Since Kaiser is a veteran, it would make sense he probably played the trumpet
Disco Kid- tenor sax
Disco Kid is a very jazzy guy, so obviously heâd play one of the jazziest instruments. Heâs not an alto because I feel like altos are usually more prissy, meanwhile tenor saxes can still jam but they get along with everyone
King Hippo- drums
This one is based on the fact King Hippo always bangs on his stomach, kinda like a drum. Plus heâs really huge, so I feel like playing the drums would be easiest for him, as he would have an easy grip on the mallets
Piston Hondo- xylophone
I put him on xylophone mainly for the xylophone sound effects that play right before his Hondo Rush. Plus he kinda has a whole âspeedâ thing going on (the Hondo Rush is a bunch of fast punches, also he runs faster than a bullet train) and normally you need to play the xylophone very fast to keep up with tempo
Bear Hugger- bassoon
All the bassoon players Iâve met were jolly and kind, and bear hugger is one of the friendliest boxers in the WVBA. Plus theyâre kinda similar in way? Bassoons are usually seen as a âbass line instrumentâ and usually forgotten, but in a lot of pieces thereâs usually a bassoon solo where itâs actually more important than it seems; which I feel is also how Bear Hugger is treated (dude was in the arcade PO, SPO, and punch out Wii I feel like he should get more recognition than he gets)
Great Tiger- bari sax
Bari saxes seem to have this sense of âknowing theyâre better than everyone else because theyâre skilledâ. Great Tiger seems to have a bit of an ego similar to that, and so I feel like bari fits him the most. He would be a skilled player, but he would def rub it inÂ
Don Flamenco- alto sax
Alto saxes are probably the most romantic instrument there is, and Don Flamenco is the most romantic boxers out of everyone. Plus, alto saxes all seem to have this flamboyance about them
Aran Ryan- flute/ piccoloÂ
In his theme, the flute is very present, it practically carries the melody. I think Aran would be one of those guys that takes playing the flute and piccolo with pride, and would try to break the standard that only girls play those instruments.
Soda Popinski- tuba
Kinda like bassoons, tuba players are always so whimsical and chill. From what Iâve seen, Soda Popinski is usually depicted as a big scary Russian man, but to me it seems like heâs really kind-hearted, and only gets angry due to the fact heâs being drugged with all those sodas. I think Sodas wouldnât mind he would normally just play the bass line, heâs just happy to be playing musicÂ
Bald Bull- oboe
There seems to be a running trend of big aggressive men playing dainty little instruments. Itâs similar reasoning as Aran Ryan, Bald Bullâs theme seems to have an oboe carrying the melody, so ofc heâs on oboe. Plus I think Bald Bull does have the ability to be calm and composed, and I think playing the oboe (an instrument that super expensive and requires careful usage) would calm him.
Super Macho Man- trombone
Imo trombones players are the ones with the biggest ego (also the most annoying). SMM probably would just be ok on the trombone, but he will definitely start blasting as soon as he got the melody in a piece and would never learn to shut up.Â
Mr. Sandman- clarinet
Philadelphia has a history of very rich and jazzy music, and I feel like Sandman is the guy to play the clarinet over the saxophone. The clarinet is also a pretty important instrument to jazz music, and jazz is a pretty important part of black culture. Mr. Sandman is one of the less stereotypical boxers so heâs less connected to his Philadelphian culture, and I think playing clarinet is his way of getting more connected.Â
Little Mac- contra bass
This one is like Aran and Bald Bull, except the opposite. Since little Mac is shortest of the bunch, I think itâd be funny that he happens to play one of the biggest instruments thatâs requires him to stand. Not only is it comical but also kinda fits with the whole underdog theme, despite his size he still manages to play the contraÂ
Doc Louis- conductorÂ
I put Doc as the conductor since conductors are usually just band members that retired, and got promoted to teaching band members. Since doc teaches little Mac to box, he would probably teach others how to play an instrumentÂ
#this post is so long Iâm sorry#This is all coming from a former band kid so I hope this makes sense to non-band kids#punch out#punch out!!#punch out wii#little mac#aran ryan#disco kid#don flamenco#Great tiger#piston hondo#bear hugger#bald bull#glass joe#von kaiser#king hippo#doc louis#super macho man#mr sandman#soda popinski
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That Girl Is Mine
Tara Carpenter x Saxophoneplayer!Fem!Reader
Summary: You play saxophone with a band called âSweaters In Fallâ, you and another girl plus three other guys are in it. Youâre girlfriend Tara comes to see your biggest concert at the Radio City Music Hall (NYC), after the concert things do seem to work with you in the band
Warnings: Fluff, Cat-Calling, Little bit of blood, Pervert, sexual mentions, lots of cursing, some punching
Y/F/B: Your Favorite Band
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
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Itâs the night before you and your bands performance at the Radio Music Hall.
You were very nervous, it was unusual for you to be this nervous. It wasnât because of the people but it was because your girlfriend was coming to watch with her friends and her older sister Sam.
Not that you were scared of Tara being there, you were excited that the dark brunette and her friends were coming, it was just Sam.
Sam never really liked you, she had her suspicions. You respected that since after what theyâve gone through was tragic. This special night wasnât just about winning an award to you but it meant to prove yourself worthy for Tara, you wanted Sam to see your talent and maybe sheâll like you. MaybeâŚ.
âYo Y/n! Whatâs got ya all worked up?â Your bandmate Damien asked, he was a nice guy, he was a tall lengthy black man about in his middle twenties. âYouâre not all pumped up like you normally are during rehearsal.â
âJust nervous I guessâŚâ âNonsense! Youâre never nervous!â Kayleen hyped. Kayleen was your best friend, you guys were pretty close she was the reason why you joined the band. Damien and the other two guys were a little eh about another Saxophone player joining, but the raven hair just glared at them and had you join. You were the high voice of the group, the great Alto Sax player.
âYeah, Y/N/N, you seem so low right now and youâre the loudest person normally.â Pip spoke, Pip was your 3rd favorite of the group. He was pretty quiet the majority of the time but he indeed was a fantastic Trumpet player. âPip the Pipetâ Damien gave him the nickname, Pip hated it but heâs adjusted to it now since it sticks with him.
You all had nicknames, yours was Sexy Sax (boy you hate it but at this point you donât care, Tara teases you about it), Kayleenâs was Sax Positive, every time you hear that nickname you canât help but laugh a little. Damienâs is Damn Keyboard (idk) as he played keyboard in the band. Last but not least DanâŚ
you hated Dan oh boy, if you were to go ghostface heâd be the reason.
Dan was a creep in your opinion. Nobody else agreed though, he was just veryâŚodd. He was an older man, Iâd say in his early 40âs, he does have a lot of experience in jazz and band in general but he seemed offâŚevery time after your solo in one of the songs youâd catch him looking at you with heart eyes, youâd catch him doing it to Kayleen as well. EughâŚyou hate him
âYeah baby stop being so low, your supposed have a high pitched voice in the band. If you know what I mean.â Dan saidâŚflirted?
You wanted to throw up after he said that. Fuck he gives you the jeepers creepers.
âIâm fine guys I swear. Itâs just my girlfriend is coming to watch tomorrow and her sister..isnât quite found of me..â you rambled.
âSorry to hear that champ. But everything will go great! JustâŚfocus on yourself and not the crowed.â Damien explained, you have him a nod.
âWell, itâs getting late guys we should head home for the night,â everybody nodded in agreement with Pip.
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It was a quick walk home, you hadnât lived far from Damienâs house. Which is where you guys rehearsed most days unless the Blackmoreâs band director lets you in.
Moonlight On the River by Mac DeMarco was playing in your ears, your saxophone in case swaying in your left hand as you trotted in the perfect white snow on New Yorkâs streets to your way home.
You swore someone was following you, feeling eyes staring at the back of your head. You stopped in your tracks turning around to see no one.
Maybe itâs an animal or my imagination?
You thought
As paranoid as you used to be itâs been higher ever since you heard about the ghostface attacks. Tara always pushed you away when you met, you werenât sure why until you discovered she was The younger sister of Sam Carpenter.
Eventually you told her you donât care about some psycho idiot under a ghost mask with a knife.
It wasnât long after you confessed that you really liked her and started the first date. Itâs been a few months since you guyďżźs started dating, you both were happy.
You told Tara youâd always be there for her if she wanted to talk about everything or anything else thatâs keeping her down. She appreciates you for that, but also doesnât want to burden you because she knows you have your own issues.
Opening your apartment door, stepping in and feeling the nice warmth greeting you. You flicked on the lights with your free hand after slipping off your shoes and walked to your bedroom.
You sat down your saxophone in the corner of your room as well as your backpack, coat. Walking over to your bed taking the snow covered sweater and sweatpants you were wearing off. (Iâm more masc btw so masculine wear)
Putting on a white-T with a sweatshirt over that has Y/F/B on it and throwing on a black pair of sleep pants. Thatâs when your phone started buzzing in your bag.
You grabbed your bag again and opened it to grab your phone, seeing that your one and only was calling you.
With a smile you pressed the green button without hesitation and pulled the phone to your ear.
âHey Baby!â
You blushed at her voice and nickname
âHey Tar, how was your day?â
âNot bad, just- some arguing with Sam. You know, the usual.â
âSorry to hear that, what was it about? If you done mind me asking.â
âItâs fine love, it was just about me walking alone to school. She needs to grow up sometimes, I mean I do appreciate her safety, itâs just a pain up my ass all the time.â
You understood Taraâs annoyance, your mom was the same. Sheâd harp on you about being safe even if your taking out the trash, (though you donât live with her no more)
Sam was always protective, ever since the first Ghostface incident. Sam has prevented Tara from having outside friends (definitely after Quinn and Ethan).
Thatâs why Sam dislikes you, sheâs scared youâll be the next ghostface. But Tara wants Sam to understand that sheâll fall in love at some point, and she already has. Itâs you
Youâre the lucky girl
âYeah I know hun, hey tell you what. Tomorrow night Iâll prove Sam with my magical music talent that Iâm worthy!â
Tara chuckled, âsure baby, you are quiet talented my musical girl. Iâm excited for tomorrow, by the way, how was practice?â
âGood, Kayleen and the boys are hyped. I think weâre all ready, Iâm just a bit nervousâŚâ you said, biting your nails.
âWhy nervous Y/N/N? Youâre never nervous.â
âThatâs what the band said..haha.â You paused with a fake laugh. âI guess itâs me trying to prove how good I am to Sam, and how important you are to me.â
âHoney, even if Sam didnât care about tomorrow then screw her, cause you shouldnât care about what Sam thinks. Itâs Sam! But I know Sam will get your trust eventually she just has a hard time opening up,â you sigh, âplus I think sheâll love it. Sam really likes music if you didnât know.â
âI didnât know actually, but thanks Tar.â
âNo problem baby, I gotta go Sam needs my help with dinner. Iâll see you tomorrow night! Love ya!â
Your heart skipped a beat, âlove you too, see ya!â
You smiled widely after Tara hung up. You were going to prove your worthy for Tara to Sam.
Sam doesnât realize how much you love that little feisty girl
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Itâs currently 7:30
Your show starts in thirty minutes
Sitting on an old chair in the back room as Kayleen does a few more touches with your make-up
You werenât a big fan of wearing make-up, but Kayleen insisted on you wearing some especially for tonight. It wasnât crazy make-up, just some highlights and eyeliner, nothing punk looking but more casual.
âCmon Y/N/N youâre our sexy sax you gotta look sexy,â you rolled your eyes. âEven Pip gets a little bit of a make-over!â
âUh-what?â Pip quipped.
ââŚAnnnnd done!â Kayleen exclaimed, âitâs your turn Pip!â
Pip groaned but gave in
âA-are we all getting make-up?â Damien asked.
âNo, Pip just doesnât get the option because heâs one of our big soloists! But if you want make-up Iâd be happy to-â
âAbsolutely not,â both Damien and Dan said. The raven shrugged and went back to work
âSo Y/N/N? How are you feeling?â Damien asked, as he sat next to you.
âBetter, I talked to my girlfriend last night and told about my nerves but she said Iâll be okay and other things.â âAwe, she must be a real sweet one.â You blushed as his comment, Tara was a sweet one even if sheâs a little feisty at times.
âWe have about ten minutes left.â Dan looked at his watch.
âShit!!â Kayleen squealed.
You laughed at her antics when she jumped to grab more blush
âWeâve got time girl.â
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Tara shifted in her seat as she looked around the interior of the Music Hall.
Sheâs never been inside the music building, sheâs only passed in on walks, in a taxi or on the bus.
It was quite beautiful, the lights were pretty, the room was nice and warm and it was just gorgeous in general, it was a very open dome with a lot of people.
Sam didnât want to spend a lot of money so they chose the middle seats on the balcony. Tara wouldnât really be able to see you but the tvâs they had were enough to see your gorgeous face.
âGod Iâm so excited! Thanks again Sam!â Chad smiled bright. Mindy thanked her too.
âOf course,â Sam smiled. âThanks Sam, seriously, you donât know how much this means to me and especially Y/N/N.â
The older Carpenter smiled at her little sister.
âUp next we have our Jazz Band âSweaters In Fall!!!â
When Tara heard your band name she perked up and watched ahead of her as she cheered with the crowed.
You and band walked up stage with your instruments, the keyboard and drums already set for Damien and Dan.
âLetâs meet our lovely band! Up first is Pip the Pippet! Our Trumpeter!â Pip smiled shyly.
âSecond we have Sax Positive Kayleen!â
Mindy shook her head, âreminds me of Quinn sadly.â Tara chuckled a bit.
âThird we have Damien that Damn Keyboard!â Everybody laughed and cheered.
âFourth we have Drummer Dan!â
âHe looks like heâs sixty!!â Chad yelled. Tara didnât like Dan, the stuff youâve told Tara about him make her sick in the stomach but that feeling faded away once the guy announcing announced your name.
âLast but not Least! Y/N/N the Sexy Sax player!!â (Sorry not sorry)
Tara blushed when you waved a bit to the the crowed. Knowing you were looking for her.
âLetâs get this party started!â
~~~~~~~~~(sorry if itâs cheesy đ)
You were at the last song of your album. The next song was more of something you wrote yourself. (Not actually đ cause thatâd be copyright)
Tara cheered with the crowed once the song was finished. You eagerly searched for her in the crowed then spotted her a bit later.
You blew a kiss at her as she did it back.
âCmon Y/n! We gotta go!â Pip called.
You nodded, taking one last glance in Taraâs direction before following your friends.
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âThatâs it! That was it my guys!â Damien screamed in victory.
âEh it was alright-â âWhat do you mean it was alright Kay? That was our best yet!!â Pip cut off Kayleen.
You smiled bright once you entered the backroom. This was definitely the best performance youâve had in awhile, and you were proud of that.
It didnât matter to you if you won something but- it mattered that you did it. All you cared about was Sam liking you.
The band continued to talk about the performance whilst you put up your saxophone.
âY/n!â You looked up at her voice.
Tara jumped into your arms with a big smile, Sam and her friends no too far behind.
âHey babe! Howâs you guys get in?â You looked over Taraâs shoulder, making sure no guards were about to run in saying they broke in.
âThey let us in, I told them I was with you.â
âNow whoâs this pretty lady?â Dan asked, he made your stomach curl and in a disgusted way.
âIâm Tara,â she said a little grossed out herself.
âHey! Y/n, you can officially meet Sam now!â Tara turned to her older sister, motioning Sam to approach.
Sam looked at you with those âI donât trust you eyesâ. Sam scared you a bit, but being up close..Jesus you were more scared.
âNice to meet you Y/n,â your eyes widened. Sam, Sam Carpenter being nice to you? She held out her hand waiting for you to shake it. âI-uh hi- S-Sam.â
Sam pulled her hand away and chuckled, âyou donât need to be afraid of me. Sorry for scaring you a bit, Iâm a bit worried meeting new people. As Tara probably already told you.â
You nodded with a small smile. Tara was ecstatic with your first impressions on each other.
âYo Y/n! You gonna introduce them?â Damien spoke.
âOh uh- yeah! This is my girlfriend Tara her sister and friends. Guys this is Damien, Kayleen, Pip and-..Dan.â You pointed to the each of them.
There were some waves and hiâs
âY/n, you didnât tell me your girlfriend was hella hot.â Dan walked close.
âExcuse me?â Both you, Tara and Sam said.
âYou heard me.â
You looked at Dan with hatred. âBack the fuck up.â
âWoah, no need to get all frisky babe.â
âDonât fucking call her that!â Tara yelled.
You put a hand out in front of Tara, keeping her back.
âDamn, sheâs loud too.â
âShut the fuck up you perverted mother fucker!â You shoved Dan back, but it wasnât long before he struck your nose with his fist.
You stumbled back, wincing and clutching your nose as it bled. âY/n..â
âOh come on Y/n, your worse than your are at pleasing her.â
Thatâs when Sam lost it as well. Sam punched Dan, you pushing Sam back to finish the job.
You grabbed him by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall. âI swear to fucking god! If you ever say any of those things ever again Iâll break your skull!!!â
âHmp, Iâd like to see you try.â
Damien and Sam both grabbed your arm before you got the chance to swing another punch at him.
âLet me go!!â
âDan, get the fuck away! Go! Youâre out of this fucking band!!â Damien screamed.
âWhatever, I didnât want to be here anyways, I just wanted to see some ladies.â Dan chuckled.
You snarled. âGet him away from me.â
Damien and Pip nodded before getting Dan out of the room.
âY/n-â âLetâs just go home.â
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âHowâs it feeling?â
You and Tara were in her bedroom. After tonightâs event, your hand was swollen and bleeding. Sam checked it and no brokenness to it, just some bruises and scratches, plus itâll sting.
âLike shit.â You huffed, laying back on her bed. Tara already patched you up, it hurt like a bitch too.
âIâm sorry,â âno. Iâm sorry, I shouldâve just kicked him off the band way before!â You threw your hands up.
âBaby, itâs not your fault. It isnât your fault heâs some fucked up pervert, but thank you for defending me.â Tara brushed her fingers through your sweaty hair.
âAnytime..â you smile. Tara leaned down to kiss you on the lips, placing her scarred hand on your unharmed cheek.
âI love you.â âLove you too.â
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This is fuckin cheesy.
Sorry for not uploading this faster than I planned. Weird shit has happened this past week
I need ideas cause my brain hurts and I canât think of anything rn
#jenna ortega#tara carpenter x female reader#tara carpenter#sam carpenter#mindy meeks martin#chad meeks martin#Scream 6#Spotify
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Let me tell you about the (Bill) Clinton campaign. The big thing was he charmed everyone by playing the saxophone on late night talk shows, which in retrospect was a clever way of dodging too much policy talk. Granted, just about anyone could outcharm HW Bush⌠especially after he vomited sushi on the prime minister of Japan.
The Clintons had a cat named Socks (and a dog named Buddy, just to cover all their bases) and that damn cat was everywhere during the Clinton years. He almost got a video game, but a recovered rom is now freely available. The image Clinton was projecting during his campaign is perfectly incapsulated in the box art.
Heâs hip! Heâs cool! Heâs not like those other square presidents! He has a cat (and once in office they had this whole âfor kidsâ thing revolving entirely around Socks) and plays saxophone! The perfunctory handwringing over a child running around the historic White House (not even the first) couldnât stop him, and his lingering reputation as a ladies man in college only improved his imageâuntil the Monica Lewinsky scandal. I learned what sex was thanks to it being all over the news. Meanwhile I already knew about marijuana (another minor scandal) from the DARE program at school.
All the shit that happened during the Clinton years paved the way for George W Bush to play cowboy to show he was a traditional sort of cool, only to get into office and fumble his way through every press conference. Sound familiar? He was widely considered a buffoon, everyone knew Dick Cheney was pulling the strings, and he probably wouldnât have been re-elected if not for 9/11. Discuss conspiracy theories amongst yourselves.
Iâm telling you this because even politicians with a nice, friendly, progressive images are not your friends. They are not adoptive parents or cool uncles. Theyâre not people to be fans of because theyâre goddamn civil servants. Theyâre supposed to be for the people, which in a perfect world would be true, but Harris suddenly turning pro-frakking and all for tighter border control (but with nicer cages! /s) just highlights how theyâre bought off by lobbyists. You all need to come to grips with the fact this is how the system works, but that doesnât mean you have to stand for it.
Shut up about Trump. I know. Iâm trans and disabled. I know.
Republicans backing Harris should tell you everything about whatâs happening in the US right now. The political situation is looking a lot like the 19th century with factions splintering off, dying, or absorbing others⌠oh, and the looming threat of civil war. History loves repeating itself, huh?
@decolonize-the-everything has done a much better job than I ever could detailing how to be realistic and take action. Iâm exhausted just thinking about the Bush administration. Iâd show you what political memes looked like back then, but tumblr wonât let me add any more links. Look up âbush fuzzy mathâ on YouTube sometime for both the debate the phrase came from and the song remixes.
Someon made a Bush version (the old way, where you had to cut the words from all his speeches and splice them into a song) of Sunday Bloody Sunday. Go look that up too if you want, Iâm gonna to bed.
And for the last time (I swear), this isnât me telling you not to vote, this is me telling you to stop gushing over what a nice guy Tim Walz seems like and other such fandom behavior.
No cop, politician, or fed is your friend. Get that through your head if you want to survive.
#us politics#uspol#us history#this country has always been a shit show#I am tired in every way imaginable#long post#Iâm not editing this just take it#more additions in reblogs
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Why All This Music? - The Millie and Brady Cut
a/n: if youâre new here, this can be read on its own or as a companion piece to my multi-chapter fic (rosie x oc) âwhy all this music?â but be warned that millie and brady are side characters in that one!!
if youâre not new here, hi!! iâve missed you guys!! absolutely no one asked for this but i thought it was time for millie and brady to finally have their moment. if you ever wondered what, exactly, transpired between these two idiots when they were sneaking around in the bg of watm then you're in luck, because here's a snippet!! hope you loveee <3
Millie was scowling. So much so, in fact, that the muscles in her face were starting to ache. Her eyes were narrowed and her teeth were clenched, her eyebrows perched low over her eyes. Her hands were grasping fistfulls of her skirt in her lap. âBastard,â she muttered, and there was no way he could hear, but from across the room John Brady smiled, as though sensing her displeasure.
That only made her scowl harder.
Across the table from her, with her back turned to the subject of Millieâs wrath, Jem was tipping her empty glass back into her mouth, trying to lap up the lingering droplets of beer.
Millie paid her no mind, her attention firmly elsewhere.
The band finished playing their song and there was a brief spell of quiet in the interim. Chatter seemed to become louder now that there was nothing to shout over, the sound of feet shuffling on the dance floor awkward as it became audible. John Brady, his saxophone lowered during the pause, was smirking at one of the female ATA pilots standing by the bar, the nicer one who had a bit of a reputation as a heartbreaker. Her name was Alice, Millie recalled, and she was pretty. Not as pretty as her friend, the only other female ATA pilot who had her own reputation for being a live wire, equally as likely to bite as she was to play fetch, but pretty in a softer, girl-next-door kind of way. Pretty enough that she didnât ever seem to find it all too difficult to secure herself a dance partner whenever she so desired. And today, apparently, she so desired John Brady.
âBastard,â Millie muttered again.
Millie had never spoken to Alice other than over the radio when she was ferrying but suddenly she despised her. She didnât altogether know why. It was none of her business who John Brady did or did not choose to entertain. She didnât even like the man, more to the point, so it should have amused her that Alice-of-the-ATA was about to take him to bed and then break his heart. But it didnât amuse her. It infuriated her. Almost as much as that stupid smirk on his face and his stupid hair and his stupid saxophone. Who played the saxophone these days anyway?
âIdiot,â Millie said out loud.
âSorry?â Freddie asked as she set two pints of beer and a glass of wine onto the table, having just returned from the bar.Â
When Millie glanced up she found Freddie frowning and realised with a start that Freddie thought she was the idiot.
âNo,â Millie said quickly, ânot you, Fred. Him.â She gestured with her head towards the band but Freddie didnât need specifics, as soon as she glanced in that general direction she knew exactly who Millie meant.
âWhatâs he done now?â she asked, eyebrows furrowed as she returned to her seat between Millie and Jem.
âItâs not what heâs done,â Millie replied, her lips twisting back into a frown as her eyes returned to Brady, âitâs what he is. And what he is is an idiot.â
âAnd a bastard,â Jem added helpfully as she set her empty glass down and reached for the fresh one. âAt least, thatâs what Mils has been muttering to herself for the better part of twenty minutes so Iâm assuming she means Brady and not me.â
âHe is a bastard,â Millie defended herself. âEarlier he sought me out to tell me my instructions on the radio werenât clear enough. I said if he was a decent pilot to start with he wouldnât need such specific guidance. My job isnât to mother him down the runway. But he told me my instructions are lazy. He said heâs always irritated when he gets me on the radio before a mission.â
Freddie snorted into a sip from her glass of white wine.
Millie cut her eyes at her. âWhat?â she snapped.
Freddie was grinning. âThe two of you are both as childish as each other.â She shrugged, her eyes dancing. âHeâs glaring at you right now, just so you know.â
âThought he was too busy smirking at that fucking ATA pilot,â Millie all but growled.
âWho?â Freddie asked. âFinley?â
âAlice,â Jem corrected. âSheâs got her eye on Brady tonight.â
âRight,â Freddie said. She and Jem exchanged a meaningful glance which served only to infuriate Millie.
âWhat?â she demanded.
Jem snickered but took a long gulp of beer to avoid having to reply.
Freddie simply shrugged. âNothing.â
Millie turned her eyes back on Brady and, sure enough, he had one of his maddening scowls on his face. His eyes on her were narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed, his lips twisted unpleasantly downwards.
Millie scowled right back at him and raised her middle finger in his direction. Before he could similarly swear at her, she turned away and gulped down half of her beer in one go. âI want to dance,â she declared, setting down her glass. She planted her hands on the table and pushed herself up to standing. âWhereâs Benny?â
âIn the corner by the bar with Meatball,â Freddie said without even having to look. She seemed to have developed some sort of sixth sense for always knowing where Meatball was at any given moment but it came in handy occasionally.
âWhoâs he with?â Millie wondered.
âEv and Dougie, last I checked.â
âYep,â Jem confirmed, the only one of them who could see in that direction without having to turn around. âJust the three of them. Four if you count Meatball.â
âAlways count Meatball,â Freddie said.
âDidnât even know they were friends,â Millie remarked, but she took another big sip of beer and smoothed down her skirt nonetheless. âSee you later,â she offered, then turned on her heel and made her way over to the aforementioned quartet without further comment.
Benny noticed her almost immediately and smiled. âMillie Harlow,â he greeted as she neared. He straightened out his posture and his uniform as he watched her approach.
âBenny DeMarco,â Millie returned with a smile. âFancy a dance?â
âWith you? Always.â
Millie laughed, holding out both of her hands towards him. âSuch a gentleman,â she said. âCanât you teach your friends to be more like you?â
Benny rolled his eyes jovially as he handed Meatballâs lead off to Blakely and placed both of his hands in Millieâs. âDonât tell me you and Brady are at each otherâs throats again,â he said, leading her towards the dance floor.
âBrady and I are always at each otherâs throats, Benny,â Millie replied pleasantly. âYou should know this by now. But tonight heâs royally pissing me off. So tell him to stop being a bastard at the next available opportunity, would you?â
Benny shook his head with a poorly concealed smirk but said nothing, turning as they came to a stop at the edge of the dance floor and getting the two of them into position.
Millie could feel Bradyâs eyes on her the entire time she was dancing with Benny. He was supposed to be concentrating on his sheet music as he provided the sax to this upbeat jazzy tune, but every time Benny spun her she caught a glimpse of his eyes narrowed on her, his jaw hard and his jaw muscle pulsing.
Millie felt a thrill every time. Each part of her he set his eyes on became warm, as though he was laying his hands there. She was smirking to herself by the time the song came to an end because this was exactly what sheâd wanted, but then the large majority of the band were dismissed in favour of those remaining playing a slow song, and then she was catching sight of Brady leading none other than Alice-of-the-ATA onto the dance floor. The two of them came to occupy the empty patch of floor right beside Millie and Benny. Because of course they did.
âHi, Benny,â Brady greeted pleasantly as he drew Alice in close.
âBrady,â Benny greeted back. âNice playing.â
âThanks. Feeling inspired.â
Millie refused to look at him. She set her eyes on the pins on Bennyâs collar, biting into the inside of her cheek.Â
âBenny, you know Alice, right? Sheâs a ferry pilot with the ATA.â
âWeâve met a few times,â Alice cut in. âBut only briefly. Youâre the one with the dog, right?â
âYeah,â Benny confirmed. âMeatball. Won him in a game of craps.â
Alice laughed.
Millie tightened her hold on Benny and surreptitiously drew herself closer to him.
âYou met Millie yet, Alice?â Benny asked next.
âWeâve been working here together for a while now,â Alice informed him with an audible smile. âMillie helps me take off and land over the radio sometimes.â
At this, Brady let out a low, sarcastic hiss. âUnfortunate. You wanna get Fred on the radio, really. Harlow, here, is a lazy wireless op.â
Finally, Millie looked up and met his eyes. Her smile was sour and venomous. âYou know, Brady, youâre the only pilot Iâve ever spoken to who has ever had any complaints. Did you ever once stop to think that maybe youâre the problem?â
âMaybe Iâm just the only one with the balls to say it to your face,â Brady fired back.
âMaybe youâre the only pilot who wasnât able to safely ferry in his plane from pissing Greenland. Maybe youâre the only pilot who needs to be spoon fed landing instructions. Maybe youâre the only pilot who has a problem with me because youâre a shit pilot, Brady, did you ever stop to think about that?â
âBrave words from someone who spends more time flirting with everyone over the radio than delivering landing instructions.â
âNot that youâd know because I wouldnât dare flirt with you.â
âBecause you know youâd get rejected.â
âBecause Iâm not interested,â she corrected sharply.
Brady rolled his eyes. âYou and I both know youâd be interested if I was interested.â
âYou and I both know that youâre a fucking arsehole, John Brady. I wouldnât go for you if you were the last man on earth, let alone willingly.â
âSuch pretty language from a lady,â Brady mocked. âYeah, youâre a real prize, Harlow.â
Millie opened her mouth to retort but Alice cut right across her, likely sensing that there was no end to this argument in sight. âAre we actually going to dance or are you two just going to argue while Benny and I stand here like lemons?â
Millie and Brady stared each other down for a few more seconds before Brady scoffed and stepped back from Alice. âDonât feel like dancing anymore.â
âMe neither,â Millie growled.
âWonderful. Benny, would you like to dance?â Alice asked.
âLove to,â Benny replied.
âPrick,â Millie ground out as she turned and passed Brady on her way off of the dancefloor.
âHeard that,â Brady taunted.
âYou were supposed to,â Millie told him over her shoulder before making a beeline straight out of the officersâ club. After all that she needed a smoke.
Unfortunately, Brady wasnât willing to let her off the hook. He came stomping out of the officersâ club right behind her, muttering under his breath all the while, and when Millie stopped to lean back against the outside wall of the club he took hold of her elbow and towed her behind him further away from the door.
âWhat the fuck, Brady?â she demanded, wrenching at her arm to free it from his grip. âLet go of me!â
âStop acting like a brat, Harlow,â he fired back and kept on carting her with him. He led her into the darkness, walking in silence, until they ended up in the small alley between two buildings.
Now, Millie finally managed to tug her arm free. She was seething when he turned to her. âWhat the fuck?!â she demanded once more.
âWhat is your problem with me? Huh?â Brady asked. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving not with exertion but with frustration. His eyes were stormy as they glared down at her.
Standing this close, Millie became conscious for the first time of just how much she had to crane her neck back to meet his hard gaze.
âWhat is my problem with you?â she echoed with a scoff. âAre you serious?â
âYeah, Harlow, I am fucking serious. Whatâs your problem?â
âWhatâs your problem with me?!â Millie demanded of him right back. âYou waited outside the tower for me just so you could insult me! You donât do that with anyone else!â
âYou were the first to insult me after my belly landing when I first got here. I didnât even know you then!â
âI wasnât insulting you -â
âThen what were you doing?!â
âWhy were you listening to my conversation anyway?!â
âYou were talking too goddamn loud to ignore it!â
âWell, I wasnât insulting you! I just said I thought the crash landing was unfortunate,â Millie told him, tilting her chin up higher to assume an air of defiance. âNot that itâs any of your business, for the record.â
Bradyâs eyes were still blazing. âYou laughed after.â
Millie scoffed. âOh, come on, Brady, your feelings are not that fragile.â
The set of Bradyâs jaw was hard. âHow are you and Fred such good friends? Sheâs so sweet to everyone and youâre -â He faltered.
âWhat?â Millie snapped. âWhat am I? Choose your words very carefully, John Brady, or I swear to god theyâll be the last you ever say.â
âYouâre so fucking annoying,â he hissed.
âOh, Iâm annoying?!â
âYeah! You are!â
âYouâre worse than I am! I canât do anything without you getting on my back about doing a bad job!â
âI canât go anywhere without you staring at me!â
âI canât dance with anyone without you interrupting me!â
He kissed her so suddenly and so fiercely that her back hit the wall. His hands on her jaw kept her close.
Millieâs hands were on his chest, relishing the racing of his heart beneath her palms, the hardness of the muscles of his chest. Her lips were feverish in their attempt to keep up with his.
When his hands descended to her waist, hers twined into his hair, twisting and tugging at the strands as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He pushed one of his legs between both of hers, pressing his knee up against her, and groaned into her mouth. The sound of it, the vibrations it sent into her own mouth, woke Millie up. She pushed him back, gasping for breath, and sputtered, âWhat the hell did you do that for?!â
Brady didnât quite know where to look. His eyes flitted from her face to her hands to the wall on either side of her and down to his own hands, like he couldnât believe where theyâd just been. âWell, I -â He grasped frantically for words. âI just - I donât know!â he finally decided.
Millie stared at him hard, her expression cold, before she lurched forwards in turn, wrenching fistfuls of his jacket towards her and pressing her lips firmly to his. They resumed their previous rhythm immediately, hot and fiery and insistent, passionate and desperate, tugging and pulling and pushing at each other, trying to get closer than it was possible to get.
That was, until Millie set both of her hands on his chest and gave him a push back as firm as it was sudden. âYouâre stupid!â she accused, pointing one finger at him. With that, she turned and fled the scene, her footsteps rapid, leaving Brady panting and disoriented, utterly bewildered, in her wake.
Once safely back in her hut, Millie shut the door behind her and fell back against it, raising one shaking hand to press against her tingling lips. And, in spite of herself, she smiled, just at the memory of the feeling of his lips and the taste of his tongue and the smell of him, how it had been to feel his heart racing beneath her hands.
Her smile fell right off her face when she remembered who it was, exactly, that she was mooning over.
Once again she was scowling. âJohn Brady,â she hissed to herself, âyou are on such thin fucking ice even a feather would send you under.â
#watm#my writing#millie and brady#mota#masters of the air x oc#mota oc#john brady x oc#john brady#masters of the air#john brady fanfic#john brady fanfiction#masters of the air fanfic#masters of the air fanfiction
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WIBYH Headcanons (mostly vi) âď¸ | #1
soo yeah i just said fuck it and wrote some headcanons anyway.
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- vi lowkey disliked her hair colour when she was younger bc it was more of a pink hue back then, and she got made fun of for it by guys her age (mylo included)
- sheâs an effortless flirt, even when trying not to
- used to have a sarcasm problem (totally still does)
- will and has punch a nearby wall to show off her skills to a cute girl
- looks like a hunchback while sitting (especially on a stool but i think we all know this by now)
- veryyy determined and ambitious like no fear of failure at all
- shes a little hotheaded but can also take a joke and some teasing (sheâs usually the one making them)
- sadly has a slight fear of change and ending up alone :((
- sheâs super good at hiding how much her trauma has affected her
- lesbian
- somehow vi is good with kids even though she doesnât really like them unless theyâre related to her (y/n, ekko and vera were the exception)
- so some of u may know that violet has a saxophone for some reason LMFAOO. well hereâs my take on it
- as a younger kid she found a saxophoe laying in its open case and picked it up.
- the lady who owned it heard vi playing it and came running out of the cafe she was in but got scared of her because she happened to be from a different place, and thought the little kids from the undercity were evil and mischievous.
- so she screamed and ran away and vi being all confused decided to just leave and take the instrument with her, and thatâs how she ended up getting a saxophone.
- violet viewed y/n as another little sister. over the years her devoted protection over the younger girl gave rise their strong bond
- plus she spent time with powder and the others nearly everyday so they saw one another a LOT
- powder also struggled making friends her age, and vi felt so happy that the girl had y/n and ekko and even vera in her life who never bullied her, judged her or ridiculed her for her mistakes
- mylo had a crush on vi for a while and it lasted until the day he died (that is tragic..)
- violet always just started at him with a weird expression whenever he tried to show her something impressive. she never rlly understood why he seemed to want her approval all the time
- y/n, being the curious girl she is, bluntly asked mylo if he had a crush on vi without really thinking too deeply about how heâd react to that question
- after him freaking out and denying it, she ended up asking claggor about it maybe a month or two later. he didnât know what to say at first, but after playing the clueless act and saying âmaybeâ they ended up listing different signs of his potential crush in secret
- y/n had liked to call violet âstrawberry headâ ever since they met because her red hair reminded her of strawberries. in turn vi called her candy, however it wasnât actually her who came up with the nickname!
- vi initially thought that powder possibly liked ekko and vise vera but then she noticed how red and flustered heâd get whenever vera was with them.
- she couldnât really tell if her sister or y/n liked each other, she never thought too deeply about it because friendships between two girls are harder to decipher in that way
- in all honestly she didnât think that theyâd even know themselves. but she knew how close and protective they were of each other and thought it was sweet
#headcanons#arcane headcanons#jinx headcanons#arcane jinx#vi headcanons#vi arcane#character headcanons
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hello robin, have a thing i thought of during my "nap" (aka lying on the couch listening to queen for 40 minutes):
which instruments do you think each of the main enterprise crew would play in a band?
this is a good question!!! sorry i didnt answer it earlier i wanted to devote the proper attention to it. this will be based entirely on vibes so dont ask me to justify any of my answers. they came to me in a vision
kirk: he seems like an acoustic guitar kind of man to me. in a concert band tho hes probably a trumpet.
spock: canonically he plays the vulcan lyre. i think he would also kick ass on the theramin tho i cant lie. or a harp.
bones: he strikes me as a trumpet player. but he also plays the harmonica for funsies
uhura: a singer in canon. she also plays the flute in my opinion. im not biased at all (is a flute player)
sulu: saxophone. you know its true
chekov: drums! hes definitely a percussion kind of guy. wont stop practicing drum fills when the director is trying to work with another section kind of guy. you want to hate him but you kind of cant because hes funny as hell
scotty: plays the bagpipes in canon. i could also see him as a trombone player tbh.
chapel: clarinet. clarinets and flutes are like. best friends to me. because i was a flautist and the clarinets were next to us so we would always chat during practice lol.
rand: cello. or possibly violin.
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Question for y'all.
In Season 1 Episode 2 of Trollstopia, Val's band is shown, which is comprised of 3 Trolls:
However in later episodes, like Under New Management, only two of these characters are shown.
The saxophonist seems to strongly resemble Demo, so maybe that was an old concept for Demo?
So what do you guys think?
I'll be honest, I'm stumped as to why Val would even need a saxophonist, considering none of her songs to my knowledge have included saxophone and it seems a bit out of her style.
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MORE CHUCK HEADCANONS!
You guys seemed to really like my last post, so I'm sharing the other headcanons I've gathered for my personal take on Chuck since then. Get ready for angst!
Chuck did, in fact, hit Gus with the Ghost Train. It was an accident, and to this day he's incredibly broken up about it. Gus, on the other hand, isn't nearly as upset about being dead. He will, however, use his death to guilt Chuck into doing things for him because he knows just how awful Chuck feels about it. Any time Gus wants a new game system or toy, if Chuck isn't too keen on getting it for him, Gus will just bring up that Chuck ran him over and now he's stuck here, and Chuck will look utterly miserable as he climbs into his wheelchair to leave the Ghost Station.
Chuck is very talented at many different types of instruments, including but not limited to: piano, trumpet, saxophone, violin, harp, french horn, clarinet, cello, and oboe.
He can also sing very well. He is a baritone.
Chuck's true full name is Carlo Toscanini. He prefers the Chuck nickname, though, because it sounds like a train noise. He likes train noises!
Because he's been alone for so long, Chuck is incredibly self conscious about needing any kind of help because he's disabled. Especially when he's in his chair. The idea of being helped and not having to do it all himself is completely foreign to him, and he absolutely abhors the idea of needing to rely on someone else to help him do what he sees as 'basic things'. He would rather struggle by himself than swallow his pride and ask a loved one to get involved.
Related: If you touch this man's wheelchair without asking him first, he is going to run you over with it.
Chuck will never finish his 'magnum opus'. He is a perfectionist, and hasn't had what he considers a 'good' piece in decades because he's constantly going back and changing them, never satisfied with the results. Even if he does finish a musical composition or opera, he will always find some fault with them afterwards and not want to dwell on them. Being alone for so long with no real audience for his works other than Gus (who doesn't really understand or care as much because he's a kid) means he's his only critic, and he will always be his worst critic.
Chuck makes his own coffee and is a total snob about drinking anyone else's. It tastes like diesel, but it'll keep you awake for three days straight.
This man does not have a consistent schedule for anything other than 'work'. Food, sleep, self care, all of it comes second to his job and to his music.
He has chronic insomnia, and horrible nightmares whenever he does drift off to sleep, so Chuck prefers to just keep going for as many days as possible until his body physically cannot stay awake anymore.
Because he's lived so long, Chuck can barely remember any of his early life, and that terrifies him. He remembers the name of his hometown, he remembers he had a father who was a conductor, but everything else is a blur. He can't remember his parents' names, their faces, whether he had siblings or not...those memories are gone forever, and Chuck will never get them back.
His biggest regret is not saying goodbye to his family the night he left to join the Train.
Chuck is also terrified of going back to his hometown, because he knows it will be entirely different from what little he remembers. If he never returns, he can always pretend it's still the way he was when he left it, and ignore the gravity of his choice to join the Ghost Train.
Because he's scared he'll forget other things, Chuck is a compulsive journaler. He writes down the day's events, no matter how trivial, and gives a massive amount of detail about every person he interacts with. He only started doing this about a hundred years ago, once he realized he couldn't remember his family anymore.
Chuck has a small apartment in the Ghost Station. It's small and cramped, but it's a place for him to stay when he's not working, and also for any lovers or loved ones to stay if they're 'living' with him. He has a room entirely dedicated to all of his journals, though the manner of sorting them is known only to Chuck.
#brawl stars chuck#chuck brawl stars#brawl stars#slaps chuck's hat. this bad boy can fit so much angst in him.#my art#my writing
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fun facts on Alastor?
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Alastor is Bisexual Sex Replused Asexual. (He has a preference towards woman b he isn't opposed to men.)
Alastor is a only child. He also is a mama's boy.
Alastor, whe he gets angry, develops a southern accent. (He's from New Orleans.)
Alastor is always cold. Like always cold. There isn't particularly a reason, he's just a really cold guy.
Alastor when he got alive go really sick cause he litteraly ate people.
Alastor doesn't cut his hair alot. Mimzy cuts it for him when it starts to get to long.
Alastor knows how to play the piano and the saxophone.
Alastor tolerates older children. He does not like babies or younger children. (This is why he can tolerate Nifty.)
Alastor has a giant scar at the very base of his neck. He got it from a... altercation. (Thanks Angel.)
Alastor doesn't know how to ask Mimzy out on a date. He wants to really bad he just doesn't know how.
Alastor is someone that both wants to be the center of attention at all times and gets really upset if you pry into his personal life.
Alastor doesn't like people he doesn't like touching him. He will bite you.
Alastor is a powerful overlord but most certainly not the STRONGEST overlord.
Alastor loves to annoy the shit out Vox. It's a past time for him.
Alastor can get really fucking mean to Husk. For no reason at some points. If Alastor is having a bad enough day then somehow it's Husk's fault. He doesn't physically hurt him he's just... mean. (Ya know that Mitski lyric where she's saying "If you need to be mean, be mean to me." Yeah that's them.)
Alastor takes good care of his hygiene because he eats dead things. (And he wants to seem put together.)
Alastor hates anything past the 40s. TV, microwave food, modern inventions.
Alastor doesn't like any of the Vees. Velvette for social media, Vox because they're enemies, Valentino for a matter of reasons.
Alastor is really good at golf.
Alastor and Mimzy like to sing together.
I CLEARED MY INBOX FINALLY!! Sorry if I took along time but there are now no more questions in my inbox.
Feel free to ask questions, send writing prompts, or just browse my blog. Whatever ya like â
- âď¸StarClownâď¸
#hazbin hotel rewrite#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin hotel criticism#hazbin hotel rewrite blog#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor
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What instruments I think Saw characters would play in band
feel free to switch these up or anything!! im not in my band years anymore so idk this is just goin off of what i remember
Adam & Amanda- Percussion. Amanda would play too aggressively and Adam just thought it would be easiest
Lawrence- Saxophone or clarinet. he just seems like That Kinda Guy
Jill Tuck- Flute. idk just seems like a flute kinda gal
Peter Stromboli (Strahm)- trombone or tuba idk actually
Edit: I have been told strahm would be a trumpet by Person In Tags and i agree completely so that creds to sawg-the-saw-blog for that :3
Mark Hoffman.- i dont like him so im just gonna say whichever one strahm didnt get
this is Not Good but yeah it's just some guesses :3 feel free to like tell me to change up some things or smt
#band#saw#sawposting#saw franchise#adam faulkner stanheight#adam stanheight#lawrence gordon#mark hoffman#sopping wet adam posting#saw movies#amanda young#jill tuck#sawtism#peter strahm#former band kid
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day 4 of asanoya: jukebox (tags: pre-relationship, meet-cute, fluff)
The bar is kind of cosy. Thereâs a live jazz band playing something slow, several couples on the dance floor swaying to the music.
There are distinct areas that Asahi notices as he walks further into the room. Towards the backside of the large hall is the bar with neon signs that hurt Asahiâs eyes. The left side of the room has more tables with beige tablecloth, and the least number of people. The right side is the âdanceâ floor, and pushed against the wall is the bandâs stage. Itâs actually just several upside down crates with a thin wooden board placed on top of it.
âLook, they even have a jukebox,â Suga says, nodding in the direction. Asahi follows his gaze and sure enough, next to the band is a jukebox. âI wonder if it works.â
Daichi sits next to Suga. Asahi doesnât have to peek to know theyâre holding hands under the table. Like teenagers. âThey make the insides electronic these days, so maybe it does.â
âLetâs check it out, Asahi.â Suga stands up, excited. He ends up showcasing their entwined fingers, and Asahi grumbles. They always do this. They promise they wonât be lovey-dovey in front of him, and forget all about it. Suga grins, sheepish. âSorry.â
âNo, you guys shouldnât apologise for being yourselves,â Asahi says, rolling his eyes. âHolding hands is fine. Just. Donât strand me and make out in a corner like the last time, okay?â
âOf course not, Asahi,â Daichi says, his voice all serious. For a long moment, Asahi believes him. But he said the same thing last time and left Asahi anyway. Itâs now his fault if these two lovebirds leave him - he needs to stop falling for their trap of âletâs hangout as friends for old timeâs sake.â
âIâm going to check it out,â Asahi declares. He doesnât care about the box, but he knows itâll kill Suga to not go there first. And judging by the look on Daichiâs face, heâll whine and pout but stay in his seat. Asahi grins as he stands up and Suga sits down. âIâll report itâs conditions to you.â
âOkay,â Suga says, frowning.
The jukebox is electronic like Daichi guessed. Asahi squats in front of it, reading the little squareâs scrolling messages. âStartâ is blinking on the screen. Asahi tries the buttons below the screen but they donât make a difference. He clicks on the letters on the screen. The machine emits a loud coin-slotting noise. Asahi startles, cringes, and looks around.
Nobody is looking at him. He glances at the band, and thankfully they donât seem to have noticed.
âCHOOSE AN ERAâ is the next blinking message. Under it are different decades listed. Asahi considers clicking on any of them, just to see if itâll list out the artists of the time, but heâs worried. What if a song starts playing? Thatâs so disrespectful to the band thatâs playing-
Wait.
The only sound is the saxophone. Itâs a sensuous melody, the kind that has several people groping each other on the dance floor. The kind that piques Asahiâs interest more than the electronic jukebox.
He turns towards the band and finds a short man - Asahi gasps - who is turned towards him, a single blonde streak on his hair. Heâs looking at Asahi. Shit, shit, shit. Did he disrespect him?
âIâm sorry,â Asahi says quietly, making sure his lips are easier to read. He bows too, for good measure.
The short manâs left cheek lifts, and he shakes his head the slightest. Asahi hopes it translates to âdonât worry about itâ because heâll die of embarrassment right now.
Suddenly, behind him the cello, drums, and piano picks up, and the short manâs saxophone withers up against those. He smirks when he lowers his saxophone, and jumps off the stage.
âSo, youâre into jukeboxes?â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to disrespect you.â Asahi bows deeper, his face all hot. âI was just testing my-â
âHey, hey, itâs okay. Iâm not offended.â The short man is next to him immediately, his hand on Asahiâs back in a comforting manner. âNot many people show interest in it, thatâs all. Itâs one of my best investments. Itâs great for when I canât get the band together.â
âY-youâre the owner?â
Asahi realises a second late that theyâre walking towards the bar. The manâs hand stays on his back as he leads him, and stays there when he leans his elbow against the bar counter. âMy usual please. What will you like, handsome?â
âU-um,â Asahi sputters, squirms, his toes curling up a little at the nickname. When was the last time he flirted with someone? Gosh. This feels great. âWhiskey on the rocks please.â
The man gestures to the bartender, and then he points towards the band. âIâm the co-owner with the guy on the drums. Thatâs Tanaka. Iâm Nishinoya Yuu.â
âItâs nice to meet you.â Asahi says. âIâm Azumane Asahi.â
âHandsome name,â Nishinoya says. He compliments Asahi like he breathes - easy, slow, and with a weird charm. âHave you come here alone?â
âIâm with my friends, over there-â Asahi points at Suga and Daichi across the room, and waves back when they wave at him. âWeâre just hanging out.â
âI wonât keep you then.â Nihisnoya grabs his drink - a margarita is his usual - and raises the glass to him. âI want to get to know you more though. Can you meet me before you leave?â
Asahi nods.
âGreat. Iâll see you then, handsome.â
#haikyuu#asanoya#azumane asahi nishinoya yuu#asahi x nishinoya#hq fanfic#haikyuu fic#my fic#asanoya fic#tags: fluff#queued#haikyuu!!#tags: meet-cute#tags: pre relationship#a/n pls tell me if you liked it#pls? TT
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