Music Meme #3
Jul. 19th, 2011 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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: 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*
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:19 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-07-24 03:24 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:36 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:46 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-07-24 03:48 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:51 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 03:55 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 04:08 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-07-24 04:12 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 04:20 am (UTC)Getting Frankie back to his brothers and their reactions to Frankie's transformation. :D
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 04:48 am (UTC)"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
Date: 2011-07-24 04:54 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-07-24 04:56 am (UTC)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.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 05:02 am (UTC)"Huh?"
"The wings, claws, fangs and ears," Mike pointed out. "Those type of fairies used to guard treasure and glittery things."
Frankie adopted a thoughtful look on his face. "Really?"
"Really," Mike promised. If Mike knew what Frankie had been thinking when he told him that story, he would've retracted it right away.
~~~
Kevin was making a sandwich for himself and Mike when there was a warcry and Frankie pouncing on him.
It was a good thing the wings were flexable as they both went down in a tangle of limbs. "Frankie!" Kevin cried out as Frankie clung to him like a limpet.
"You glitter, Kevin," Frankie pointed out and then grinned, fangs flashing. "All your treasure and glitter belong to me."
Kevin sighed and wondered who he had to kill for putting that story into Frankie's head.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 05:04 am (UTC)Frankie scampered off in search of better quality treasure. Mike's smile faded as he saw rthe look on Kevin's face. "What?"
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 05:12 am (UTC)"Well, yeah," Mike shrugged. "He was kinda freaking out and hiding from me and I thought it'd make him feel better about the whole," He waved his hand. "Transformation."
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 05:46 am (UTC)Mike's sudden expression of "Ooops" really was adorable.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 06:00 am (UTC)Reaching under his pillow and matress, he pulled out a small jar filled with nickles. He really did like shiny and treasure. And now he had a reason on why he was acting like a squirrel with nuts.
He quickly hid the jar away and sighed. Maybe if he hammed it up really well they wouldn't notice if small things went missing.
It wasn't bad, just, he liked shiny things.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 06:02 am (UTC)He wasn't bad, he just...liked shiny things.
Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Re: Dinner
From:Air
From:Re: Air
From:Re: Air
From:Re: Air
From:Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From:Re: Stage
From: