So, firstly, Happy Valentines Day my loves! ♥ I hope everyone gets sooo much chocolate today, even if it’s from yourself. Secondly, since today IS Valentines Day and episode 6x666 airs tonight (fuck you, they’ve been on dates), I thought I would kick week six of #TheMickeyProject off with some more fic recommendations!! These fics just make me feel good; all warm and gooey inside. There’s some series thrown in here, some Valentines Day sappiness and just straight up smut…lots of smut, OOPS. Read about these happy boys all day. HERE WE GO!
cait isn’t much of a singer. she’s been punched in the head a lot, over the course of her boxing career, and has lingering tinnitus. enjoys listening to the radio, but will yell at people who sing along and interfere with her listenin’
codsworth doesn’t sing and can’t play any instruments. nevertheless, he has a tremendous enthusiasm for the classical music station.
curie has no formal training and is very, very enthusiastic about music and singing!! is also very, very tone deaf!!!! has decent rhythm and a didactic memory and acquires new songs easily. sings along to the radio, to preston’s incessant humming, to the wind whistling through the gaps in the walls…curie is a menace and must be stopped!!!
danse couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket and is too proud to try
deacon won’t sing, but he plays piano. he can’t read sheet music, but he can pick out almost any song after hearing it through once. takes requests. if you get a few drinks in him, he’ll start to sing. he’s a bit nasal, not super talented, but can belt out ‘sweet caroline’ with the best of them.
dogmeat likes to howl along to the radio. who’s a good boy? it’s him! he’s a good boy!
hancock is very musical. in his human days, he was a hell of a singer and earned money busking and singing in bars. ghoulification ravaged his voice, and he hasn’t sung since. it’s just not the same.
maccready was the best tenor in little lamplight and he got all the choicest parts when their little theater troupe put on operas. he was a big fish in a small pond, and out there in the big wide wasteland, he’s only okay. he still loves to sing and always tries to start tipsy sing-a-longs after a few beers.
nick valentine remembers playing the guitar, before the war. properly tuned guitars are few and far between in the Wasteland – most stringed instruments have been warped and irreparably damaged – and he doesn’t have the manual dexterity any more, anyway.
piper grew up singing. she was one of those vocal kids enraptured by rhyme, making up their own songs as they go about their day. the impulse never really left her, and she maintains a burning passion for music. she knows all the words to greasy grimy gopher guts and has weaponized the song on numerous occasions.
preston comes from a very musical family and is consequently a very good singer. he’s self-conscious about his own abilities because he’s merely “tuneful” while many of his relatives have near-perfect pitch. has an encyclopediac knowledge of american folk songs which he never brings up, b/c he doesn’t think it’s “useful” knowledge. knows thirty variations on “John Henry.” can play most stringed instruments.
strong disdains the music that plays on the radio, but he can’t get enough of live performances. absolutely enraptured by Magnolia and by anything with pounding drums. there is some deep-down part of him that remembers dancing, but he can’t quite recall the steps.
x6-88 is quietly intrigued by the music of the commonwealth. synths, especially coursers, aren’t allowed to pursue hobbies or special interests, but he would like to learn to play the guitar. when the others sing, he lingers on the periphery, soaking up the music and the laughter. sometimes when he’s alone and guaranteed privacy, he will sing to himself, but the harmonies sound flat and dull without another voice to accompany his own.