Music Meme #3
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Music 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. :)
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:17 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:27 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:27 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-24 12:40 am (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-24 01:04 am (UTC)And since I'm babysitting the sproglet just words for me as well.
She's singing from her bed 'we will rock you'. lol
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-24 01:07 am (UTC)umm: Kevin/Mike: family dinner and awkward conversation
Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 01:22 am (UTC)Mike was at the Jonases having their first family dinner and he was picking at his plate. The conversation had turned a bit awkward when it went to religion.
The Jonases were still Christian and followed their faith, but when Kevin's Mom had asked what he followed he'd stupidly answered, "He didn't."
It had gone kind of awkward and silent since then and Mike figured he should try salvage the conversation.
"Yes, I really don't follow any religion, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in something," Mike said, poking at a piece of brocoli. "I think there is something out there. Not sure what. Whether it's God or Bhudda or something, but I think there is a higher power at there."
Denise and Senior looked at Mike and then each other, nodding.
"Well, it's good you believe in something, Mike," Denise said, smiling a bit more gently than the forced polite smile from earlier.
Kevin's hand sneaked under the table and grabbed his. Offering comfort.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 01:39 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 01:43 am (UTC)hmm, prompts, prompts...
Mike and Frankie, joining forces
TAI watches JoBros perform (think how different the stage design would be because they have wings. :D)
Kevin/Mike, meeting Pete
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:09 am (UTC)Frankie saluted and vanished to his snipers spot. Mike counted to five under his breath, then broke cover. "Attack!" he yelled.
Kevin shrieked as the stream of icy-cold water hit him square between the wings and rolled down his spine. Frankie had been keeping bottles on ice for just this occasion. The kid was evil.
Mike liked the little brat more than he'd care to admit. He kept up a steady stream, soaking Kevin's shirt to clingy transparency.
Nick yelled as Frankie covered Mike's flank and drew fire. Mike used the cover to hustle a soaked Kevin into the cover of a stack of tour crates. "You're soaked, you should take that off," he said, tugging at the sopping shirt as he crowded into Kevin's space.
Kevin smirked and shot Mike at point blank range with his own little water pistol. Mike's eyes crossed. Apparently, icing the water in the supersoakers was a family-wide trick.
Kevin cackled as he slipped away, and Mike declared war.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:16 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:13 am (UTC)There was so much space; the stage was like a giant, airy cage, with camera booms and lighting rigs instead of bars. He tried to picture it when the stadium was full, and struggled with the sheer size of the concept.
"It's pretty cool, isn't it," Kevin said, stepping up beside him, wings fluttering slowly like he was using them to keep his balance. "And this bit, and those three parts down there, they all go up."
"Aren't you afraid you'll fall?" Mike asked without thinking.
Kevin smiled and kissed his cheek. "Mike," he said patiently. "We have wings. We can fly. Falling isn't really a hazard."
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:16 am (UTC)Kevin was watching Mike and the boys setup when he felt someone watching him. That wasn't unusual; if it wasn't the wings, it was the Jonas that caught people's attention.
But this time, the stare-ee wasn't some bored tech or starstruck newbie. It was Pete Wentz.
Pete sauntered ove. "Hi," he said with a grin. "I'm Pete." He winked. "I know Mike thinks you're pretty pretty, but I have to say, photographs don't do those babies justice." He nodded at Kevin's wings. "Chat later." And then he was gone, chasing down one of the tour managers.
Mike wandered over a minute later. "You okay?"
Kevin made a face. "I think your boss just hit on me."
Instead of getting upset, Mike chuckled. "Yeah. He kinda does that."
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:20 am (UTC)*giggles* and Pete hitting on Kevin. Pete just wants to get glitter bombed. :D
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:21 am (UTC)has pete been warned about the glitter?
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:23 am (UTC)you know...i dont' think pete has been warned about the glitter. >:D
Kevin/Mike, Pete and glitter *cackles*
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:36 am (UTC)The making out was just a delicious added bonus.
"That is so hot!" someone said loud enough to be a yell. Kevin gasped, flinched, and felt his wings twitch. "Oh my god, did you just fairy come all over me?"
Mike was laughing into Kevin's shoulder. Kevin twisted around very slowly to see Pete Wentz standing their, staring with glee at the glitter on his hands. He was sparking from forehead to beltline. Kevin whimpered and hunched down to hide his face against Mike's neck.
Mike was still laughing. "Shut up," Kevin whispered, mortified. "I think he enjoyed it!"
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:40 am (UTC)LOL, fairy come. *giggles*
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:48 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:51 am (UTC)Well, Mike wanted to kill Pete, Frankie just wanted him to suffer and keep suffering for embarresing his older brother.
Mike/Kevin, watching Pete telling his story of fairy bukkake on national tv
Mike and Frankie, retaliation against Pete Wentz.
>:D *cackles*
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:01 am (UTC)Mike dropped the remote and sat back, arms on the back of the sofa so Kevin could snuggle in. "Pete making an ass of himself of national tv."
"Oh, repeats," Kevin said brightly. But he snuggled in, hand on Mike's chest, as they watched his boss be bright and cheerful and charming as he talked about....
"Yeah," he brayed at the interviewer. "Kinda like fairy bukkake. But man is glitter hard to get out of your hair."
Kevin's fingers had bunched up Mike's shirt in his grip. "Did he?" he said faintly.
"I," Mike said, dumbfounded. "And going to kill him. Slowly."
Kevin blinked. "He's your boss," Kevin noted, as if from far away.
Mike shrugged. "We'll Weekend at Bernies it, rig up his corpse with a string to bray and say stupid shit and sign the checks. But he's gonna die."
Kevin whimpered again as his phone started to ring.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:04 am (UTC)Maybe trying to hold it in, makes him sick? O.o
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:12 am (UTC)"Is he okay? Do we need to call a doctor? Is it a fairy thing?" Senior asked in quick succession.
Mike winced; he was still on tip-toe around Kevin's family - he still hadn't quite gotten a grip on the all-American christian wholesome types being quite so welcoming of their son's atheist, sometimes drunk, rockstar boyfriend. And their really was no polite way to say this.
"I think he's...he got all self-conscious about the glitter and tried to hold it in, and now he's..."
Nick was always quick on the uptake. "He's constipated?" he asked, working it out. Mike could have hugged him.
Joe just burst out in a laugh that would have done a hyena proud. Mike definitely didn't want to hug him.
Senior looked confused and a little embarrassed too. Mike felt a sudden kindred with the man. "How do we, uh...help?"
"Sparkly laxitives?" Joe howled.
"Not helping, Joe," the three other men chorused.
"He glitters when he's surprised. Maybe, like with hiccups?"
"Worth a shot," Mike shrugged.
Frankie walked in and stood between them, coming up ti their waists. "Leave it with me."
Mike would never ask what Frankie did that had the plume of glitter explode down the corridor like a hurricane to coat the lounge. He just nodded, one master pranker to another, as Frankie walked out wearing an oversized baseball chestplace, a dust filter mask and a pair of swimming goggles, and went to check on Kevin.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:15 am (UTC)<3 Loved!
Retaliation against Pete! *cackles*
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