Music Meme #3
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sparrow015Music is my boyfriend: pick a number btwn 1 - 20093 and a character/pairing/word prompt and I'll take a stab at it. No promises but I shall do my best.
Try and keep it to a max of five prompts per comment. :)
Try and keep it to a max of five prompts per comment. :)
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Re: Smile
Date: 2011-07-23 06:28 am (UTC)Sleeping Beauty
Date: 2011-07-23 06:35 am (UTC)about them - fairy tale romance
Mike watched as Kevin slept.
Limbs splayed out all over the place on the bed. It had been interesting when some heavy making out and petting turned into them floating above the bed.
The floating was still something that Kevin was learning to control, but Mike didn't mind it too much.
He brushed a few curls away from Kevin's forehead. Kevin scrunched up his face cutely and a hand came up to rub at his face before settling down again.
The wings were folded up against Kevin's back as he slept on his side.
Smiling softly, Mike leaned in and kissed Kevin on the lips.
Kevin slowly woke and blinked, knuckling sleep out of his eyes. "Hey."
"Hey."
Re: Sleeping Beauty
Date: 2011-07-23 06:38 am (UTC)Cinderella
Date: 2011-07-23 06:51 am (UTC)about them - fairy tale romance
Kevin was in a cleaning frenzy. He knew the glitter was a part of him and he basically shed it everywhere, but he didn't realize how much he did shed until he got his own house.
Mike was going to be coming over and while he'd never complained about the glitter, Kevin wanted to at least make his house presentable.
And if that meant letting his house smell like baby wipes, then so be it.
It was a few hours later and everything was wiped down, vaccumed and sweapt up as humanly as possible.
There were still a few specks here and there, but Kevin was satisfied this was as good as it was going to get. Checking his watch he had enough time to quickly wash his hair and wipe down his body. While not enough time to wash his wings, they were good enough.
~~~
Kevin smelled the flowers that Mike had brought. It was sweet and thoughtful. He loved the lilies. He hadn't really thought of Mike being a flower guy, but it was nice he could still be surprised about him.
"I got reservations at the resturaunt you like," Mike said, hands jammed into his dark jeans as he watched Kevin put the flowers into some water and a vase.
Kevin turned around and beamed at him. "Excellent!"
They headed to the front door and Kevin frowned as he tried to find his shoes. Turning around to look for them in the closet a coughing sound had him extracting his head from the coats.
Mike held up the shoes with a grin. "These them?"
Kevin nodded. He sat back on the steps that led to the door reached out to snag one when Mike shook his head and stepped forward. He gathered up a foot and slipped the shoe on and then did the same with the other.
Holding out a hand, Mike hauled Kevin up and pressed against him, giving a quick kiss to Kevin's lips.
"Ready to go?"
Kevin nodded dazed. Who knew? His very own prince charming.
Re: Cinderella
Date: 2011-07-23 06:53 am (UTC)Rapunzel
Date: 2011-07-23 07:12 am (UTC)about them - fairy tale romance
Mike idly tapped a toe in the dressing room he'd been shown too. He was on set waiting for Kevin to finish up a photoshoot.
Thumbing through an old magazine left inside probably before he was born he glanced up when he heard angry voices and then the door opened and slammed shut.
There was Kevin.
But not how he saw him this morning.
The wings were twitching in anger, but Kevin himself had more glitter on himself than usual and was in some sort of green-leaf pattern skin tight outfit and the hair had extensions and had been straightened and pinned away to show the pointed ears.
"Everything okay, love?" Mike asked. He liked adding 'love' when asking Kevin questions. It was his new thing to see Kevin all flustered when he called him 'love'. But it only served for Kevin to growl, tug at the straightened hair and flop back onto the couch next to Mike.
"Photoshoot not going so well?"
"The photographer is an asshole," Kevin muttered.
Mike's eyebrow rose. It was very rare to hear Kevin swear, but when he did, it was kind of hot and worrisome. He tugged on the lengthened locks.
"He wants to do this concept of fairies and brothers for some sort of charity event, but the way he was posing us, it was..." Kevin shuddered. "It felt wrong and then one of the hairstylists touched my ear and I just lost it."
Mike tugged Kevin in close. He knew how sensitive Kevin's ears could be and how he kept them covered by his curls all the time. Kevin thought his ears were cool, he just didn't like showing them in public.
"It got to be more than you thought it would be?"
Kevin nodded and sniffed. "Nick and Joe stormed off as well."
"Good for them," Mike said and started playing with Kevin's long hair, fingers carding through the strands as he massaged Kevin's head.
"Mmm, that feels fantastic," Kevin moaned and shifted a little. "They used this glue that melted with heat and the hair has been like that all day long and it just feels heavy and not what I'm use too."
Mike chuckled. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."
Kevin snorted. "I am no princess in a tower."
"Nah, you'd kick anyone's ass who'd even try," Mike pointed out and then he dropped a kiss on top of Kevin's head. "And even if you were trapped, I'd come rescue you."
"Aww, Mike, you sappy romantic," Kevin cooed at him.
Mike laughed. "Just don't tell anyone, I have my serial killer rockstar persona to maintain for the magazines."
"My lips are sealed," Kevin promised and leaned more into the massage. Happy and content for the first time since he said goodbye to Mike this morning.
Re: Rapunzel
Date: 2011-07-23 07:37 pm (UTC)and yes, ppl would totally try to use/exploit the image!
Snow White
Date: 2011-07-23 08:14 pm (UTC)about them - fairy tale romance
Kevin was hiding from him. They had a huge fight and it was just stupid little stuff, but then it escalated and Mike's ears were still ringing.
He'd taken a drive around the city, hoping to calm down. He would've gone back to his apartment, but they both made a promise to not go to bed angry. Even if they did live in seperate places right now.
Maybe he'd have to change that.
He pulled up into the driveway, exited the car and knocked on the door. He did have a key, but he didn't want to corner Kevin like that. He frowned when Kevin didn't come to the door.
No matter what, Kevin would've answered the door. His parents had raised him to be polite like that. The lights were all on, so Kevin was home. Digging out his key, he opened the door and entered.
"Kevin?"
There was a banging noise coming from the kitchen that had him running. His eyes went wide at Kevin's face, red and him pointing at his neck.
Rushing over, Mike frantically tried to remember his heimlich manuever classes and hugged Kevin from behind, ignoring the wings that battered at his face.
One, two, three!
There was a couching sound and something went flying in the air.
Kevin inhaled, gasping as they slowly slumped down to the floor.
"Kevin? Love?" Mike asked worridly as he turned Kevin around and brushed sweaty curls out of his face.
Kevin coughed again and nodded. "Thank you," he said horsely.
Mike could only nod. If he hadn't been here, who knows what might've happened.
"I'm sorry," Mike whispered to him. "If I hadn't left..."
"I still probably would've choked on the stupid thing," Kevin coughed out again.
Mike rubbed Kevin's shoulders soothingly, trying to ease the tension out of them. The wings calmed down and slowly folded against Kevin's back.
"What was it?"
Kevin snorted. "Just a stupid apple."
Re: Snow White
Date: 2011-07-23 08:19 pm (UTC)Re: Snow White
Date: 2011-07-23 08:22 pm (UTC)Now, for your one prompt. :D
3306: Mike finds out about Kevin's ears during one of their times together on the bus
we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 08:32 pm (UTC)Mike had been looking forward to this for weeks. Kevin had joined the tour at last night's show, and they had five whole days together before he had to fly back off to his own job.
Mike intended to enjoy every second of it.
His band may have been teasing him mercilessly, and they may have stockpiled the wipes that actually worked on Kevin's glitter, but they had also all found things to do off the bus for an entire afternoon.
Mike decided, on balance, that he owed them one.
Kevin was a sleepy warm weight pressed into him. His wings were trailing off the edge of the couch and down onto the floor. Mike dragged his fingers lightly up the swell of Kevin's shoulder, stronger and sturdier now than he remembered; Kevin must have been practicing with his wings. Kevin kept his eyes closed, but smiled as Mike dragged his fingers onwards, up the soft skin of his neck and along the curve of his jaw.
Kevin's eyes flew open as Mike indulged himself and stroked up the edge of Kevin;s ear to the point. Mike froze. "Do that again," Kevin said hoarsely, and Mike obliged, watching in fascination as Kevin shuddered with pleasure. His wings twitched and Mike saw a tiny puff of glitter erupt.
"Do you like that?" Mike teased.
Kevin leaned in and took Mike's bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugged, making Mike's own toes curl. "Yeah," he whispered, letting go and licking the mark. "Like that. Times a hundred."
Mike held Kevin steady and reached over to blow a gentle stream of air over the tip of Kevin's ear.
This time the glitter bomb covered the floor.
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 08:36 pm (UTC)Glitter all over the floor. Well, at least we know how glitter gets all over the bus. ;)
Well, you wanted to prompt me, so prompt me woman. :D
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 08:43 pm (UTC)Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 09:27 pm (UTC)in company
Kevin laughed as Bill and Butcher tried to reenact one of Mike's earlier tour scenes that invovled him stoned and drunk and some guy named Jon Walker.
"You fuckers!" Mike snarled from the couch. He was sick from food poisioning and had pretty much taken over there and the bathroom.
"All's fair in sharing with your paramor," Bill cooed at Mike.
Sisky dissolved into giggles, leaning against Michaels as Kevin's wings twitched in happiness.
"Poor Mike, sick and taken down a peg by his bandmates," Kevin teased his boyfriend. "Whatever shall you do."
Mike actually pouted and turned his head.
The rest of his band collasped on the floor in laughter.
Any reply after the pout Mike might've made was halted by him running to the bathroom and throwing up. Kevin silently got to his feet and headed to the bathroom.
A glass of water was waiting on the sink and Kevin rubbed Mike's back as he retched.
"Poor Mike," Kevin said softly.
Soon, Mike was done and Kevin handed him the glass which he took wordlessly. He rinsed and spat into the toilet, flushing it. He leaned back against Kevin, flushed and sweaty.
"Hate this," Mike moaned.
"You'll be fine in a couple of days," Kevin promised as he hugged Mike lightly.
"I'm dying," Mike gasped.
"It just feels like it," Kevin said gently.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 09:33 pm (UTC)Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 09:44 pm (UTC)Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 09:56 pm (UTC)any more prompts?
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 10:02 pm (UTC)i am decamping to the fireside, so i have no idea what songs i've got, so just keywords?>
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 10:11 pm (UTC)Mike/Kevin, on JoBros bus, video games
Mike and Nick, blue
Mike/Kevin, discusses, fairies
(Mike does not have fairy blood, just want to point that out, so no wings for him. :D)
speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:33 pm (UTC)The breach between the human and the fey had serious ramifications for the human world, but like it always had, humans adapted.
But it was a learning curve that was steep in places.
Mike hovered and tried not to look like he was hovering. "Is there anything i can do?" he asked for the fifth time in as many minutes.
Kevin sighed in frustration. "I don't know," he said through gritted teeth as he leaned against the basinm head bowed and shoulders hunched as another shiver rippled through him. "If I think of anything, I'll call, but Mike, please, give me a minute here."
Mike retreated to the main room. This was not how he'd planned on spending their hotel night. Kevin had woken early, complaining that his wings hurt, but they'd both just chalked it up to squeezing into Mike's bunk for a week.
But by the end of the show, Kevin was shivering, pale with pain. His wings looked dull and drab, a little tattered now there was no glitter coating them.
A call to the hotline set up for those with fairy blood had offered a likely cause: Kevin was molting. He could take tylenol for the pain, but apart from that, he just had to bear up as best he could.
"Mike!" Kevin called, and Mike almost tripped over his own feet, rushing back into the bathroom.
Kevin was naked, in the bathtub. The nurse said sometimes hot water helped slough off the old wings. He was braced with his head resting on his folded arms on the tiled wall. "What do you need?" he asked, coming closer.
"It's hanging there, I can feel it," Kevin whimpered. "But I can't quite...the angle's wrong. Can you..." He made a tugging gesture.
Mike screwed up his nose and his courage. Stripping off his clothes, he got into the shower and took gentle hold of Kevin's wings. Normally they felt delicate but strong, but now they just lay like parchment in his hands, dead and breakable. "Just tug," Kevin ordered.
It came away easily, fracturing like an egg. Kevin hissed, and Mike saw the new, baby-sized wing that had been pushing up and out, vibrant and new in its colour and covered in glitter.
The shell in his hand disintergrated in the spray. Mike took a deep breath and took hold of the next part of the wing.
Later, curled up in bed with Kevin settled on top of him, mindful of his tender shoulders, Mike hooked his chin on Kevin's shoulder and watched the new wings start to unfurl.
Glitter spread out around them on the bed like a halo.
Re: speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:38 pm (UTC)LOVE! <3
Re: speaking fairy
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From:fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 10:43 pm (UTC)He was, he had to quietly admit to himself, impressed.
Kevin seemed embarrassed by the bus put on by Disney. "Um, yeah, come on, make yourself at home. We have to do a phoner in the back lounge, but I won't be long."
Mike slung his bag into Kevin's bunk (easy to spot; it sparkled) and walked through into the front lounge. Only Frankie was there, but Mike could hear voices through in th eback lounge, Kevin's 'talking to journalists' voice clear even though he couldn't make out individual words. "Hey, Frankie," Mike greeted the youngest.
Frankie just tossed him the second controller.
When Kevin escaped from the interview, he found Mike and Frankie both lying on their bellies on the floor, yelling at the screen. He walked over and slid down next to Mike, reaching for the extra controller. "I'm racing the winner," he declared.
Mike bumped his shoulder and focused on the turns of the rally game. The Jobros bus wasn't that different to his after all.
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 10:52 pm (UTC)I'm still trying to decide what is going to happen to Frankie. Because he will get wings for sure, just not sure what else besides the ears...
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From:kermit was right
Date: 2011-07-23 11:03 pm (UTC)Nick calmly tipped the little hand mirror over without looking around at Mike. "No worries," he said, moving away to busy his hands.
Mike hesitated on the threshold. "You okay?"
Nick made an annoyed noise. "If you say 'i look a little blue,' I will shank you, Kevin's boyfriend or not."
Mike held up his hands. "Woah, hey, no. Are people giving you shit?" he asked after a pregnant pause. "Because if they are, tell me and I'll straighten them out."
Nick huffed a laugh, but at least he looked up at Mike. "Thanks. But..."
"But what?" Mike prompted, closing the door and moving to sit down.
Nick flopped down opposite. "I should know better than to let the gossip columnists get to me. BUt..." his wings twitched. "It would be easier, I think, if they were being cruel. But instead, they're...fetishizing it, my skin, wings, ears. And I don't know what to do."
Mike did him the courtesy of not saying 'ignore it.' If the kid could, they wouldn't be having this conversation. "I'm sorry, Nick. I wish I had the easy answer for you."
Nick nodded, like that was what he wanted to hear. "I know, I don't expect you to." He set his shoulders. "Guess I just needed to vent."
Mike nodded. "ANytime. ANd if worse comes to worse, I'll get Frankie and a few pints of body paint and turn Kev and Joe pretty colours so the press can have something else to pick over for a bit."
Nick laughed, and suddenly he looked his age. "I'll keep that in mind." He clapped Mike's shoulder briefly in thanks, and was gone.
Re: kermit was right
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