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getting a few asks abt turning the marching band au into a full fledged fic, and thank u im flattered! i will def try but im very slow to write and not too skilled, and now im also in the full swing of my real life marching band season, but think of that as me conducting participant observation.

i’ll post a link when i get to it, if anyone has any suggestions or band stories for later in the story feel free to send an ask or a dm!!🫧

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first active follower!!!!!!! do you want to kiss me yes or no

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samisa apple picking date that turns into them launching apples as hard as they can at each other

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Omg I’m in marching band too! I loved the samisa mb au, I hope you continue it! What do you think Will and Mack would play?

Band nerds unite! And also thank u!

ON MY SOUL, I fully believe Will would be a trumpet, and he’d have the typical trumpet stereotype of loud and obnoxious working against him, bc he’s actually kind of lowkey. Like he’s not shy or anything, but he’s not the one trying to take everything up the octave. He’s got that cool-guy aura when you don’t know him that kind of scares off rookies, but overall he’s just good at playing and he’s chill. He practices what he needs, when he needs it. He loves band but isn’t going to lose sleep over it. I could so easily make him the president of Sam’s frat too, and I might later, but I’d have to do some personal healing first.

Mack would be the most neurotic clarinet you’ve ever seen. Like he’s works his ass off in those practice rooms making sure he hits every single 32nd note in a three measure run. He’s not on leadership yet but he might as well be because nobody can play better than him. He’s so intense and probably studies the drill before they’ve set any thing on the field. He thinks clarinets are underrated and wants the whole section to be mic’d during game days just so they can be heard over the crowd, he wants his section to shine but they never will and he gets irritated when Sam mentions how loud the baritones are without even trying. He’s extremely off putting when people first meet him but they learn that he’s a music student and figure it’s just the stress. He’s not in a frat but if Will’s the frat president then maybe he’s the frat sweetheart, or maybe he’s in kappa kappa psi lmfao.

Obv they’re together and they’re the grossest band couple you could ever imagine. They haven’t grown out of the highschool band kid stereotype and their friends fear they never will, just swapping spit in the tunnels of their colleges stadium and feeling up each others shirts in the practice rooms of the music building. The band has jackets that they can buy with their section and last name, and they “accidentally” get them mixed up all the time and wear each others, they blush every time they look down and see the other instrument and name. Will frequently gets scolded for wandering over to the clarinet section during sectionals, and no one understands why he does it bc Mack’s so focused on helping everyone get the music under their fingers that he doesn’t even pay Will any attention, but Will just likes to watch Mack in his element, being the best and bossing everyone around. They’ve also been reprimanded repeatedly over no PDA in uniform. It’s shocking to see for someone who’s only ever met them separately, but once you’ve seen it once, you’ll see it a hundred more times and realize that they’re crazy and gross about each other in a way that no other couple could ever replicate and then maybe if you squint, that’s cute?

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remember their first season when all we really had was the sleepover, mack glazing will like crazy in interviews during will’s slump, and the “everything is a two person job” tiktok, and now we’re getting vile and horny content weekly during the literal offseason

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i feel like as a society, we didn’t explore the idea of fraser helping connor with mundane domestic tasks post-surgery enough. i wanna read one billion words about fraser helping connor wash his hair in the shower and reaching the cereal on the top shelf

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i think if the san jose sharks ever got into a yellowjackets-esque situation, will and mack would both bend over backward offering to let each other eat themselves and it’d end in both of them starving bc they’re too busy being gross and gay, but i think sam would chase and threaten to eat misa straight from day 1 and misa wouldn’t be able to tell if he’s fr so he runs away

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samisa college marching band au. move in day

Misa’s a freshman, he gets to move into the dorms early because of auditions and camp. Returning vets are always forced to help rookies move in, the regular move-in crews aren’t there to help yet. He’s not sure where to go for his keys but sure enough, there’s a loud boy around his age already grabbing his cart of clothes and school supplies and rolling it towards a building Misa doesn’t think is the right one. The boy introduces himself as Dick, weird but alright, then asks Misa, “What are you?”

Misa stumbles out a short introduction, just his name and year. “No, idiot. What are you, what instrument do you play?” Oh, duh, Misa thinks. “I’m a baritone.”

“Sick man, me too! It’s your lucky day,” Dick says shoving at Misa’s shoulder in excitement. Misa isn’t sure what’s lucky but he’s not going to question it, it’s too early in the semester to piss off a vet.

They eventually get to Misa’s dorm and roll all of his stuff inside, and Misa turns to thank Dick for his help, but instead of leaving, he finds Dick already digging through his things, starting to unpack, but mostly digging through his things. “Have you memorized the audition music yet?” Dick asks.

“Oh, yeah, mostly I think,” Misa responds kind of weirded out but still allowing his stuff to be rummaged through until Dick pulls out Misa’s music folder from his backpack. Dick opens it and shuffles through the music until pointing at a measure and shoving the sheet towards Misa. “Well, unlearn this, it’s wrong.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, dude, you’ll be locked for a spot if you ignore this sharp and this half note.”

“Ok, thanks,” Misa isn’t sure if he believes him or not, but he seems to know what’s up.

Dick stays watching Misa unpack, not really helping, but piping up on his choice of decor and where he puts posters. Misa thinks hes just trying to get out of helping others move in, but he doesn’t really mind, maybe it’ll be nice knowing someone in his section before auditions. Once he makes his bed, Dick hops up from the university provided desk chair and sprawls out on Misa’s fresh sheets. “Dude this bed sucks. Honestly your whole dorm sucks, I forgot how bad they are.”

Misa hums and shrugs, it doesn’t really bother him. The only thing he’s actually worried about is making it into the band, but maybe with Dick’s advice he can relax now. “What dorm are you in?” Misa asks just to fill the silence.

“Nah I’m not in a dorm. I’m a brother, I’m living in at Sig Chi.”

“Oh cool,” Misa responds, not too sure what he’s talking about.

“Yeah, you should totally get dinner with us tonight. Wait, are you rushing? We can’t then.”

“I’m not,” Misa says, still a bit confused.

“Sick, then let’s grab dinner. I can show you how much better my room is than yours after.” Dick teases with a wink. Misa doesn’t put up a fight at all and follows Dick across campus to what he pieces together as his frat house. It’s nearly exactly as he imagined inside. Dick doesn’t really introduce him to anyone, but explains his presence by saying that he’s a band friend. There’s a dozen pizza boxes on the table and Dick takes an entire box all for himself and leads Misa up the stairs to his room.

“Not everyone’s back on campus yet, it’ll be more filled up here after rush in like a week,” he explains. Dick’s room is weirdly empty and undecorated for someone so loud about Misa’s place, but Misa’s keeping his mouth shut still. Dick has a gaming console set up though, which catches his eye.

After eating the whole pizza themselves, they game way too late into the night. Misa stops trying to appease Dick once the controller is in his hand and kicks his ass at every game they play. By the 4th round, Dick is accusing him of cheating and Misa doesn’t even bother defending himself. He’s getting sleepy though. One look at his watch makes Misa panic, he hasn’t practiced his music all day and he’s also not sure how far away his dorm is from here or to the music building. Dick must’ve noticed his anxiousness because he’s asking if he wants to go to bed. Misa says yeah, but then Dick is saying that he can sleep in his bed here. “I swear I like just washed the sheets.”

That, alongside promises that he’ll walk him back to his dorm early tomorrow and then they can show up and practice together before auditions, Misa agrees. “I don’t think I have a roommate yet, but if you feel me crawl into bed with you just ignore it.” Dick says as he gets comfortable in the other, sheetless bed across the room. Misa can’t believe this guy is real, but he’s in college marching band so what can he expect. He goes to sleep wondering if everyone in band acts like this or just Dick.

“Wake up sleeping beauty, today’s the big day.” Misa’s mind shoots awake but his body doesn’t and Dick is shaking him up. “C’mon, you’re going to have to become a morning person really fast if you make it in. 7am rehearsals every day!” Dick teases, Misa groans.

They go together to Misa’s dorm. He was right, this place sucks, Misa thinks. He changes clothes and grabs his baritone and they head to the music building. “If you make it in, you should be my new roommate, I’m scared you’re going to sleep through every practice and game day.” Dick says, Misa ignores him.

They walk in together and it’s already packed with people and noise. Dick is greeted by seemingly everyone, Misa learns he also goes by Dickie and Sam, a much more normal name, and he also gets to meet the other baritones. They find an empty practice room and run through the material a few times over, Misa is shocked at how good Dick is, he isn’t even looking at the music. Dick reminds him about the corrections he made yesterday and they play through it again. They go back towards the lobby once Misa feels ready, Sam doesn’t seem anxious at all, it’s almost admirable if it wasn’t also annoying, but Misa’s also grateful that Sam’s so confident in them both. It’s not long until they’re separated, Misa with the other rookies and Sam with the vets. He needs to focus now, but even after the little bit they’ve spent together, the room seems both louder and quieter without him there. By the time they’re called to attention, he’s eager to see who else makes it, to get to perform in front of the big crowds again, and even more eager to get back next to Sam.

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i feel so crazy but so free posting to nothing 😈😈 deleting all but one reblog just to prove i’ve been here before now

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rebrand will be crazy though #trust.

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coming back from a near decade hiatus to 0 active followers or following, hello no one

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Promise me 2019 will be better