Random Recs - the (old) skippyfic edition
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rishaFor no particular reason, I decided to troll the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sodamnskippy archives this morning and reread some of my favorites. Skippyfic, if you're not already familiar with it, features Mike Carden (TAI...) and Kevin Jonas (The Jonas Brothers). As befits a crack pairing, a lot of it is light and fluffy, but there's also angst aplenty to be found.
For my money, some of the best recent bandom fic has come out of this community. It has slowed down a lot in the last couple of months, which makes me sad. :(
In the Lost and Found by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starflowers
Also known (to me) as "the one that always makes me cry", it features a homophobic gay Kevin and no easy answers. That last scene is a killer.
“No, seriously, Kevin. Do you like Mike? I don’t think this is healthy for you.”
Kevin scowled and said defensively, “I don’t like him,” he snapped. “Not everyone’s like you and Spencer.”
Brendon frowned, looking hurt. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That not everyone is... is good together! Or meant to be with someone! Or good, despite... despite what they are!”
Given Time We’ll Find It Strange byskoosiepants
A rare example of always-a-girl femslash done right. These aren't guys given breasts, they're actual women - like how "one of the guys" Mike still dresses up for shows, or how Joe feels he needs to protect Kevin despite being the younger sibling.
“She’s a Jonas,” Bill says. “She’s like a fancy French poodle, I think her leggings are glittering.”
Mike tilts her head at Kevin, who’s swinging her legs off the end of the stage, head tossed back and laughing at something Joe’s saying. “I’m agreeing with Bill.” She has short curly hair and a fringed scarf around her neck. Mike thinks she’s hot and quirky, like Victoria, only with more pink involved.
“Thank you, Carden,” Bill says.
Kevin has a short, ruffled skirt overtop her leggings and spangle bracelets almost all the way up to her elbows and her laugh does something to Mike’s insides.
“I’m overriding your dibs,” Mike says. She didn’t actually mean to say that, but she’s not taking back her words. She even goes on, “And for the purposes of this conversation, dibs means I’m getting into her panties.”
Up Against Your Will byakire_yta.
A Supernatural crossover(? fusion?), in which Kevin is a hunter who is desperately trying to take care of his younger brothers after the death of their parents.
Kevin let himself in, well aware his clothes smelt of smoke and ash and death. There was sand under his fingernails, and even his eyelashes felt grimy. Frankie looked like he had dozed off, but roused himself blearily at the sound of the door closing. “What happened?” he asked, sounding so young. Kevin's mouth set in a hard line.
“Basic dig and burn.” He didn't need to tell Frankie the site had all the makings of a murder dump -- a disquiet spirit, a shallow grave. The corpse's face was twisted in horror and pain before the salt and fire consumed it, leaving only ashes behind. By the time the fire had died, Nick's EM detector lay quiet, all signs of supernatural activity floating away with the ash on the wind.
“All gone?” Frankie asked in a whisper, his eyelids already drooping. He should be in grade school, not matter-of-factly accepting that his brothers had just dug up and destroyed a corpse.
“All gone,” Kevin murmured back, helping Frankie crawl under the covers and tucking him in.
Even in the low light, Kevin could see the smears his filthy hands left on the sheets.
We Hang Out On Fridays byrsadelle.
Just a cute little story. It's nice to see Kevin for once as the one who knows what he wants.
"Uh, let me text Kevin." They don't have specific plans yet, but they usually do something together on Fridays when they're both in town.
He sends Kevin, bill wants 2 have tai dinner. ok if we don't hang 2nite?
"Kevin," Bill says while Mike's waiting for Kevin to text him back. "Kevin Jonas?"
"Yeah." Mike has no idea why they're being weird about this - Sisky and The Butcher are looking at him strangely too. "We hang out on Fridays." His phone buzzes, and he pulls it out of his pocket.
Of course it's ok. Have fun with your band! :) Dinner tomorrow?
Mike smiles down at his phone and texts back, maybe. depends on bill. call you tomorrow.
"I'm in," he tells his band. They're still staring at him. "What?"
The Story So Far, another fromskoosiepants.
Kevin is a human who is now attending a high school mostly full of Others that look down on him. Then William notices him.
Frankly, I find this world kind of terrifying, and I still need her to write about a million more words in it.
Plus, stalking, sniffing, shiny thing obsessed, best friend vampire Spencer will never not be hilarious.
Carden clears his throat, and he’s got speculative eyes and busy fingers when Kevin looks over at him again. Busy, glowy fingers, red-orange like fire, and Kevin jerks back when Carden reaches out and slides them, burning, across the side of Kevin’s neck.
Kevin claps a hand over it with a, “Hey,” and Carden laughs.
“You’re an interesting kid,” he says.
Kevin watches, wide-eyed, as he licks his fingers – they hiss and smoke and quickly fade to their regular pale amber color, and Kevin’s skin throbs along the pulse in his neck, even though he knows that if he looked in the mirror, there wouldn’t be any marks.
sodamnskippy archives this morning and reread some of my favorites. Skippyfic, if you're not already familiar with it, features Mike Carden (TAI...) and Kevin Jonas (The Jonas Brothers). As befits a crack pairing, a lot of it is light and fluffy, but there's also angst aplenty to be found. For my money, some of the best recent bandom fic has come out of this community. It has slowed down a lot in the last couple of months, which makes me sad. :(
In the Lost and Found by
starflowersAlso known (to me) as "the one that always makes me cry", it features a homophobic gay Kevin and no easy answers. That last scene is a killer.
“No, seriously, Kevin. Do you like Mike? I don’t think this is healthy for you.”
Kevin scowled and said defensively, “I don’t like him,” he snapped. “Not everyone’s like you and Spencer.”
Brendon frowned, looking hurt. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That not everyone is... is good together! Or meant to be with someone! Or good, despite... despite what they are!”
Given Time We’ll Find It Strange by
skoosiepantsA rare example of always-a-girl femslash done right. These aren't guys given breasts, they're actual women - like how "one of the guys" Mike still dresses up for shows, or how Joe feels he needs to protect Kevin despite being the younger sibling.
“She’s a Jonas,” Bill says. “She’s like a fancy French poodle, I think her leggings are glittering.”
Mike tilts her head at Kevin, who’s swinging her legs off the end of the stage, head tossed back and laughing at something Joe’s saying. “I’m agreeing with Bill.” She has short curly hair and a fringed scarf around her neck. Mike thinks she’s hot and quirky, like Victoria, only with more pink involved.
“Thank you, Carden,” Bill says.
Kevin has a short, ruffled skirt overtop her leggings and spangle bracelets almost all the way up to her elbows and her laugh does something to Mike’s insides.
“I’m overriding your dibs,” Mike says. She didn’t actually mean to say that, but she’s not taking back her words. She even goes on, “And for the purposes of this conversation, dibs means I’m getting into her panties.”
Up Against Your Will by
akire_yta.A Supernatural crossover(? fusion?), in which Kevin is a hunter who is desperately trying to take care of his younger brothers after the death of their parents.
Kevin let himself in, well aware his clothes smelt of smoke and ash and death. There was sand under his fingernails, and even his eyelashes felt grimy. Frankie looked like he had dozed off, but roused himself blearily at the sound of the door closing. “What happened?” he asked, sounding so young. Kevin's mouth set in a hard line.
“Basic dig and burn.” He didn't need to tell Frankie the site had all the makings of a murder dump -- a disquiet spirit, a shallow grave. The corpse's face was twisted in horror and pain before the salt and fire consumed it, leaving only ashes behind. By the time the fire had died, Nick's EM detector lay quiet, all signs of supernatural activity floating away with the ash on the wind.
“All gone?” Frankie asked in a whisper, his eyelids already drooping. He should be in grade school, not matter-of-factly accepting that his brothers had just dug up and destroyed a corpse.
“All gone,” Kevin murmured back, helping Frankie crawl under the covers and tucking him in.
Even in the low light, Kevin could see the smears his filthy hands left on the sheets.
We Hang Out On Fridays by
rsadelle.Just a cute little story. It's nice to see Kevin for once as the one who knows what he wants.
"Uh, let me text Kevin." They don't have specific plans yet, but they usually do something together on Fridays when they're both in town.
He sends Kevin, bill wants 2 have tai dinner. ok if we don't hang 2nite?
"Kevin," Bill says while Mike's waiting for Kevin to text him back. "Kevin Jonas?"
"Yeah." Mike has no idea why they're being weird about this - Sisky and The Butcher are looking at him strangely too. "We hang out on Fridays." His phone buzzes, and he pulls it out of his pocket.
Of course it's ok. Have fun with your band! :) Dinner tomorrow?
Mike smiles down at his phone and texts back, maybe. depends on bill. call you tomorrow.
"I'm in," he tells his band. They're still staring at him. "What?"
The Story So Far, another from
skoosiepants. Kevin is a human who is now attending a high school mostly full of Others that look down on him. Then William notices him.
Frankly, I find this world kind of terrifying, and I still need her to write about a million more words in it.
Plus, stalking, sniffing, shiny thing obsessed, best friend vampire Spencer will never not be hilarious.
Carden clears his throat, and he’s got speculative eyes and busy fingers when Kevin looks over at him again. Busy, glowy fingers, red-orange like fire, and Kevin jerks back when Carden reaches out and slides them, burning, across the side of Kevin’s neck.
Kevin claps a hand over it with a, “Hey,” and Carden laughs.
“You’re an interesting kid,” he says.
Kevin watches, wide-eyed, as he licks his fingers – they hiss and smoke and quickly fade to their regular pale amber color, and Kevin’s skin throbs along the pulse in his neck, even though he knows that if he looked in the mirror, there wouldn’t be any marks.