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]

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

*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

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

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

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

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)

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

TAI, Nick, Snow

Chicago was a city of ice and snow. Nick was from Jersey, he thought he knew snow, but Jersey snow was more ice and slush. Chicago snow was blue-white walls of crystal, absorbing all sound and making it seem like he needed to whisper.

Bill was driving, slow but relaxed. "Will it be closed?" Nick asked, his voice softer than expected.

Bill shook his head, never taking his eyes off the white road. "Nah. Or if it is, they'll still let us in. Private party. Hey," he added at Nick's silence. "We promised Kevin we'd look after you and show you a good time. And baby, Chicago has lots of good times, even under five feet of snow."

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

Awww, TAI will take care of you Nick! band in laws! :D

TAI finds out Nick doesn't get cold in winter weather. :D

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Nick sighed as he realized the notebook he needed right now wasn't in his bag. He mentally rewound until the last time he could remember having it; in the car, driving back, he'd taken it out to scribble a lyric note, and then...

He sighed again. Then Bill had asked him about waffles or something, and he'd put it in the door pocket. Blast.

Nick stumbled downstairs, trying to stay sleepy, not let himself wake. He knew as soon as he did, he'd lose the melody he'd been dreaming. He opened the front door and padded out across the snow to where the car was sitting at the end of the drive. The snow squeaked as it pushed through his toes, and Nick had to wrestle with the handle to get the door open.

The notebook was where he had left it. Cuddling it to his chest, Nick shut the car door and padded back to the open front door.

Bill was coming down the stairs. "Fuck, it's freezing...Jonas!" he yelped, speeding up. "What the fuck, it's like minus a hundred out there. Where's your coat...and your fucknig shoes!"

Nick looked down at the crystallized flakes still clinging to his feet. "Oh," he mumbled, finally awake.

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

He looked back up at Bill. "Cold doesn't really affect me." He pushed past Bill and went to go find a pen before the melody fully escaped him.

He heard the front door shut.

Heading to the kitchen, he found one near the phone and quickly wrote out what had been plaguing him when Bill stumbled in after him.

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Bill was a musician first; he waited til Nick had written down the melody before he pushed nick into a chair and picked up his foot. "Toasty," he noted. "Oh, don't look at me like that," he added off Nick's glare. "I promised Kevin and Mike we'd look after you, and dying in a snowdrift is definitely not looking after you."

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

(did you know, there is about 10k written in this fairy glitter 'verse. O.O)

Nick kept his glare up, willing Bill to understand. "Bill, I'm not affected by the cold, at all!" He waved a bare, light blue arm. "My physiology makes it impossible."

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

(scenes from a crackverse?)

Bill seemed unconvinced, but let him go. Nick suspected he hadn't heard the end of that yet.

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

(pretty much! O.o I'm thinking this stuff should be posted or something. lol It's too good. :D)

He hadn't.

Over the next few days of staying in Chicago with Bill and the guys, he was besiged by various jackets, boots, scarves and other appearal in hopes he would, 'keep warm.'

Nick grounded his teeth and reminded himself it wasn't a good idea to kill Mike's band. No matter how well intentioned they were trying to be.

Re: Dinner

[sparrowsverse.livejournal.com]

(LJ eat your comment again or busy day? :) )

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

also:
a) HUGELY busy day. half of work called snow day, fuckers
b) YES to posting. do it as a bunch of interconnected drabbles, it'd be lolarious

Re: Dinner

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Finally, he walked out where Bill and Sisky were making anatomically correct snowmen.

In his underwear. "Point proven, I hope?" he said. He stood there, hands on hips. Not even shivering.

Silently, Bill and Sisky nodded. Satisfied, Nick went back inside.

Sisky watched his ass. "Is it wrong to be thinking lecherous thoughts about Jonas the younger?"

Bill was watching too. "No. But somewhere, Kevin just got the urge to strangle you and doesn't know why."

Sisky turned back to his snowman. "You know what we should have done."

"Tweeted a picture?" Bill asked, rolling a ball up between his mittens.

Sisky sighed. "Lost opportunity, man."