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. :)

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Re: Dinner

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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

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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

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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.

Re: Dinner

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"You know, you look like a fairy of old," Mike said as he took in Frankie's new look.

"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

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Mike plucked Frankie off him. "Glitter isn't real treasure," Mike told him, and Kevin sighed and reminded himself he kinda loved the moron, and it'd be bad form to kill him.

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

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"You filled his head with that story?" Kevin asked as he slowly got up, flexed his wings to make sure they weren't hurt and crossed his arms across his chest.

"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

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Kevin sighed. "You're adorable when you're being stupid," he told Mike fondly. "You've just given him an excuse to steal stuff," he added off Mike's blank look.

Mike's sudden expression of "Ooops" really was adorable.

Re: Dinner

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Frankie escaped to his bunk, drawing the curtain close, wings fluttering excitable behind him. He frowned and they stilled.

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

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

And he was always careful not to take things that were important to others, just little things that wouldn't be missed.

He wasn't bad, he just...liked shiny things.

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

New prompt! any kind of prompt! :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

ummm, Mike/Kevin - public outing

Re: Dinner

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Mike and Kevin were sitting on a bench at the beach. They were leaning against one another, sharing a bowl of frozen yogert bought from a stand.

Kevin was basking in the sunlight, wings idly fanning them from the heat.

"Wish I had wings to fan myself," Mike grumbled.

Kevin smirked and patted Mike on the cheek. "Aw, does Mike want something to cool him down?" He then laughed. "If you want wings, Pete's halloween party is coming up, I'm sure we could find - something."

"I don't care what anyone else says, you're the most evil of the Jonases," Mike said as he dug into the yogert.

Kevin beamed at him.

(you didn't say what kind of outing. ;) )

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

(that was the point *g* aww, day at the seaside!)

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Mike/Kevin, Pete's halloween party, costumes and wings. :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Mike wondered how come Kevin was so damn graceful. Then again, his were real, not these stupid plastered on things. Mike winced as he felt his wings brush something else, but nothing smashed, so he called it a win and moved on.

Besides, Pete's house was Bronx-proofed, it could survive a hundred drunk rockstars in silly costumes.

Gabe laughed and saluted. Mike kept moving, looknig for a drink.

Kevin was truly the evil one. Who else would make and win and carry through a bet where the loser ended up in wings, a pink tutu, and tights.

He was going to make Kevin pay for this. Possibly the penance will involve Kevin being tied to the bed.

He winced as he felt a little tug under the tutu. Screw wings, tights were definitely not the right apparel to be getting a semi in.

Mike gave up on trying to find a drink and went to find his boyfriend instead. Revenge started now

Re: Dinner

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*claps in glee!* We now need someone to draw that picture. :D

Parents came home, so I had to turn the compy off and skedaddle home. :)

Gabe re-kidnaps the youngest Jonas. :D

Re: Dinner

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Frankie was deposited on the bottom step in a Cobra Starship t-shirt, some luridly bright plastic sunglasses, and with his wings almost vibrating with excitement and sugar.

Kevin handed the hyperactive pre-teen off to his brothers and went to find Mike. "Gabe's on our side now, right? So we can't kill him for winding Frankie up?"

Mike kissed his cheek. "That's just Gabe's way of saying he cares."

Re: Dinner

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Hee!! Gabe is awesome and I think Frankie has been converted to the way of The Cobra. He's going to be wearing neon now. :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

and drumming like a fiend! there yu go, next prompt - Frankie and Nate - drum lessons

Re: Dinner

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Nate managed to contain his laughter when Frankie showed up on the Cobra bus, Joe dropping him off, covered head to toe in green neon.

Looks like Gabe had another convert. Nate managed to get the rest of his band off of the bus, so they could have some private lessons.

Frankie was quite the drumming prodigy and he wanted to hone that.

"Ready to drum, Frankster?" Nate asked as he set up the practice pads.

"Definately!" Frankie said excitidly, wings twitching with happiness.

The new look suited Frankie. Nate decided as he got out his own sticks and Frankie sat across from him, his own sticks in hand.

Frankie bounced in his seat and Nate watched as he rose a little into the air and then bounced back down onto the seat. Frankie stilled his wings and looked a little embarressed.

"That looked pretty cool, Frankster," Nate grinned at him and tapped out a rhythm on the pads. "Now, remember that drumming trick I was showing you last time?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, let's try it again," Nate said and started tapping out a beat.

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

AHAHAH! COBRA CONVERT! TRAINEE DRUM NINJA

is Frankie going to be inducted into the secret society of drum ninjas?

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Frankie is going through a Cobra phase, until he finds something else, then Gabe will pout. :D

Shhh! The first rule about drum ninja's is they don't talk about drum ninja's! ;)

TAI, Nick, Snow
(Just because it's stuck around with you. :D)