Music Meme #3

[sparrow015]

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. :)

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Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

(is Pete part-fey? or just wants to be?)

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

(good question, I think he was one of the first ones transformed, maybe that's why the whole ambien thing happened. :D Not too sure what he would have though. Not everyone gets the ears)

*giggles* and Pete hitting on Kevin. Pete just wants to get glitter bombed. :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

(or is pete justa bit of a fairy fetish-ish rather than a furry-fetishist?)

has pete been warned about the glitter?

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

(oh!! I like that better! Fairy fetish! Hee!)

you know...i dont' think pete has been warned about the glitter. >:D

Kevin/Mike, Pete and glitter *cackles*

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Kevin was happily settled on Mike's lap. It was one of his favourite-ist places in the world to be. With his thighs braced against Mike's, Mike's war, strong hands steadying his waist, and his wings free to flap lightly, Kevin could quite happily spend hours sitting in Mike's lap.

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

brb, dying of laughter here!

LOL, fairy come. *giggles*

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Pete tells the story of fairy bukkake on national tv. his defense is he didn't name names. but there are not that many ppl with wings who hang with pete, and the paps have gotten a few good ones of pete and kev hanging out at shows.

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Mike and Frankie are ready to prank Pete to kingdom come after Kevin hid his self away because of that interview on national tv.

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

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

"Anything on."

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor Kevin! He knows he glitters, but he never thought of it as fairy come before. and now he doesn't want to glitter anyone anymore.

Maybe trying to hold it in, makes him sick? O.o

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Mike patted Kevin on the shoulder and went out into the main room.

"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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

LOL, aw poor Kevin. You can't stop the glitter!

<3 Loved!

Retaliation against Pete! *cackles*

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

I am pondering. hmm how about:

Mike came onto the bus to find Frankie cleaning. This in itself was a highly suspicious activity, but the fact that he seemed to be collecting and sorting out Kevin's glitter was doubly-worrying. "Frankster," he said, mimicking the rising inflection he'd heard Denise use to good effect.

Frankie held up the cannister of Kevin's glitter. "I need you to get me in to Pete Wentz. I'll do the rest."

Mike nodded and decided plausible deniability was the better part of valour.

When Pete appeared on his music show that night, live, he was covered in glitter. "I'm honouring Gaga, glitter, the 70s and people with wings and evil siblings," he told his co-host with a forced laugh.

Frankie watched with smug satisfaction. "It really is sticky stuff," Frankie noted. "Wonder why no-one told him about the babywipes."

Mike put his phone away with an innocent smile. "Must have slipped their minds."

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Revenge is swift and sweet! This is why you do not make Frankie mad. :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

your turn - TAI/Jonas vs rest of Decaydance - winner takes it all

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

The resulting mess that happened could squarely be laid at Pete's feet. He was the one who spoke on national tv about glitter and return had retaliation visited upon him by the youngest Jonas.

It could've stopped there, but Pete fired back and inadvertantly brought the TAI guys on the JoBros side vs the rest of the Decaydance label.

Right now, Nick and Butcher were hovering above the Fallout Boy bus, Nick's wings working overtime. After finding out Kevin could float, the boys had worked extra hard on strengthening their wing muscles and could now carry one person.

Butcher was heavy for Nick, but not so much and they landed gently ontop of the bus. Joe and Michael were launching their own campaign against the Panic boys, Bill and Sisky had The Hush Sound and Mike, Kevin and Frankie were going up against Cobra Starship.

They popped the top hatch open and set their trap.

~~~

The next morning was a flurry of activity as the Decaydance camp woke up to something out of The Parent Trap with string, honey, mud, glitter, feathers and more glitter was flung about the bus, attached to canisisters attached to the ropes, attached to various limbs.

Thus started the great Prank War of The Academy Is... and the Jonas Brothers VS Decaydance.

Gym Class Heroes was missed in the resulting prank war due to them riding ahead, but they were quickly brought in on the Decaydance side due to Gabe.

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

MORE!!!! What are the terms of armistice!

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Frankie suddenly coming into his fairy heritage while 'held hostage' by Cobra Starship?

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

and SNAP! That please!

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Frankie glared at Gabe Saporta.

He would not be swayed by The Cobra.

"My brothers will come for me."

Gabe snorted. "Isn't that line a little cliche'd?"

Frankie shrugged. "Maybe, but it means something and they will come."

Gabe smiled and ruffled his hair. "Then that will be interesting, little Jonas. Want an apple juice."

"Yes, please."

Apple juice got and given, Frankie settled on the sofa in the Cobra Starship bus. As far as kidnappings went, this was pretty cool. He thought Gabe was a bit of a dork, but Ryland was pretty cool with all the accents and Vicky was pretty - for a girl.

He scrunched up his nose in concetration. He wasn't too sure what to make of Alex and Nate, except Alex made good food and Nate was teaching him a complicated drum pattern he'd been hoping to nail for months.

Sipping on his juice, he felt warm and his back itched. Actually, he was starting not to feel good. He looked up at Ryland who was currently telling him some story about Kevin and butterfly nets and he rubbed at his nose. "I don't feel good."

Ryland instantly stopped. Fake kidnapping and holding a kid hostage was one thing, but a sick kid was another. He signaled Gabe.

"What doesn't feel good, kiddo?" Ryland asked softly as he plucked the juice from Frankie's hands.

"I feel hot and my back itches," Frankie mumbled and leaned against Ryland. He was tall and kinda comfy.

"Hmm," Ryland hummed.

"What's wrong with the nino?" Gabe asked as he came over.

"His back itches and he feels warm," Ryland said worridly as he felt Frankie's forehead. Frankie was slumped against him.

Frankie tugged at his shirt. "Want it off."

Gabe and Ryland exchanged looks. "How about we take the shirt off, but we wrap you in a blanket and take you back to your family."

"'Kay," Frankie mumbled and pulled his shirt off.

Ryland had to swallow back his gasp. Frankie's back was completely red. "Gabe..."

Gabe took his own look and wondered if this was an actual sickness of Frankie finally coming into his fairy heritage. Either way, they'd have to get him back to his family quickly. "Vicky, dear, you would call the other Jonases and let them know Frankie isn't feeling well and we're calling a temporary truce to bring him back."

Vicky cast a quick glance over Frankie herself and nodded. "Of course Gabe." She went off to make the phone call.

Frankie started to cry as his back split open and his wings burst forth. They fanned in the air drying out.

"Shit!" Ryland muttered as the wings weakly battered at his chest. He manuevered himself and Frankie so Frankie was lying on his stomach. He could see Frankie's finger nails had hardened and formed into claws and a quick check saw the pointed ears as well.

"Frankie?" Gabe asked worridly.

"Still don't feel good," Frankie mumbled and yawned. And there were fangs in the kids mouth.

(poor Frankie! I feel bad about doing that to him, but Kevin, Nick and Joe were alseep when they went through their own transformation)

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Frankie is going to eat out on this story for MONTHS

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

you should continue the next part. :D

Getting Frankie back to his brothers and their reactions to Frankie's transformation. :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Ryland held Frankie in his arms as Gabe knocked. Kevin opened the door with a smile. "Bring him in," he said.

"Jonas, seriously, we didn't" Gabe began as they let Ryland pass, but KEvin stopped him with a touch.

"We've been expecting this for months, sorry it had to happen while you had him," Kevin said. "No need to apologize. I better Frankie's just going to be cranky it cut short his visit. He's been trying to meet you for weeks."

Gabe, a little mollified, followed Kevin through to the lounge. Frankie was lying on his side, facing the back of the couch as his brothers checked over his wings. "....and I had juice, and Nate was teaching me this drum trick, and then I felt hot and itchy and..." and he was crying.

His mother soothed him with a touch. "Shh, baby. Your fever's already coming down, and they are such beautiful wings."

"Badass," Joe corrected, only earning a mildly scolding look from his mother. "Frankie, your wings are the colour of your hair, really dark and cool."

"Raven's wings," Gabe said. Everyone looked at him, but Frankie laughed.

"Cool. Raven's are cool, right Gabe?"

"Right, el cuervo," Gabe promised. He nodded at Ryland, and the two quietly backed out.

"Hey," Kevin called as they steped off the bus. He leaned down the steps. "You two better re-kidnap him once he's feeling better, otherwise he'll be all disappointed."

Gabe and Ryland traded a look and a nod. "How do you feel about taking defectors, Team Jonas."

Kevin smirked. "'Bout time you came to your senses and joined the cool winged kids."

Gabe laughed and nodded. "Text us when raven-boy's feeling better, we'll scheme a little scheme as a wing-warming present."

With a skip in their step, the two men headed back to their bus.

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Awww! There are hearts in my eyes! Seriously!

And defectors! *giggles*

Frankie goes shy when Mike comes over to visit on the bus, not wanting to show off his wings to him

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

But Mike has been coached, and besides, he is wise in the ways of the Frankie.

The wings are officially badass. It's not even a lie. They're, like, five shades of black and long and narrow and kinda sleek.

"And they don't glitter, yes!" Frankie added with a fistpump.