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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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Johnny Weir was ready. More than ready, really. He had finally arrived in New York City and stepped off the taxi to the front of their hotel. He had never been so excited until now. Here, he was going to get the recognition and praise he deserved. Fashion was his life, and now that he was one of the contestants on the new season of project runway, people were going to notice him. Even better, they’ll worship him. There’s no way he can lose.
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His roommate is named Evan Lysacek. There are more guys down the hall, but this Evan guy was different from all of them. When they all introduced themselves, he made a point to stress that he was quite heterosexual, and that he had a girlfriend at home, emphasizing this with the ring on his hand that she apparently gave to him.
“What in the world is his deal?” Johnny had asked one of the other flatmates later over dinner.
“Who knows? He’s probably compensating for how much he wants to suck dick. Unusual, though, since male designers usually want to do just that.” This man, some half Japanese guy whose name Johnny forgot, clicked his tongue. “In every season of project runway before this one, they’ve usually had the token ‘straight guy.’ It’s probably this Evan kid.”
“There’s no way he’s straight.” Johnny decided, setting his glass down on the table. “He’s in there listening to Pussycat Dolls while he showers. I refuse to believe it.” The other men at the table began to chuckle, continuing to eat their food.
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Heidi Klum’s faint accent and gorgeous ensemble couldn’t even distract Johnny from Evan’s horrible introduction on camera. It was like a car crash that suddenly burst into flames. Not only could you not look away, but you also wanted to throw up in horror. At least, that’s how Johnny felt. Upon looking around at the rest of the group, he realized that he wasn’t the only one. Soul patch half-Japanese guy seemed to be thinking the same thing. Whatever his name was.
“My name is Evan Lysacek and I’m from California. I’ve worked closely with my good friend Vera Wang, and I hope to start my own line after winning this season.” His monotone made Johnny want to slam his head in the door over and over. This was torture, and they had to live together. At least when he did his introduction, he could single handedly save the ratings for this show.
“I’m Johnny Weir, and it’s nice to meet you all. I’ve been in fashion since I was born, and I’m more than ready to take on these challenges and show you what I’ve got. Good luck to all of you.” With a curt bow and small flourish, Johnny grinned bright and finished, the rest of the designers watching him in..somewhat awe. Evan looked embarrassed, staring at his feet.
Yeah, he’s definitely gay.
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“Your first challenge is this: pick an animal and design an evening gown after it. You will have half an hour to choose your fabric here, and then the entire next day to work on your designs.”
Johnny took a deep breath. This was going to be easy as cake. He already picked an animal. Finding the correct type of satin and tulle was important though, and he couldn’t forget the feathers. He was done in mere minutes.
Evan, on the other hand, wandered up and down the rows and rows of bolts of every fabric imaginable. Nothing jumped out at him, or looked like anything he’d want to work with. He began to revert to his mantra of ‘What would Vera do?’ She was the acclaimed designer here, not him. But he swore to be the best.
Peering out the front window of the store, he saw a few sparrows along the ground, pecking and hopping about the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding being stepped on while they darted around, searching for food. Their tiny feathers were mottled brown and grey, dark with dirt and grime from the streets.
That was it.
He picked up the fabric he needed and paid for it quickly, the deadline only a few minutes after.
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“5 minutes for eating, 4 for going to the restroom, and the rest of the day for sewing.” He mumbled aloud to himself at his work station, writing in short hand on a scrap he wasn’t using. The plans for his dress rested beside him, and he began to work, cutting and pinning things together.
Johnny watched him work, amused by the way he did everything so precisely, measuring it all out, cutting with the speed of a snail. He looked like he had no idea what he was doing, but he sure seemed to be trying.
“How did he even get into this competition? He’s got the fashion sense of a blind hobo. Everything he wears is cheap and hideous.” Johnny snorted, crossing his legs as he fiddled with his Dior sunglasses, shrugged off his fur coat. “It’s all sweatpants and track jackets. He better have some talent, because if Lady Wang paid for him to get into this competition with her own money, I’m going to be furious.” He chuckled suddenly, leaning back into the chair. “Oh well. I’ll kick his ass in the end. That’s all that matters.”
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Mirai fidgeted with her gown; this was her first time in front of the judges, as well. But she was confident in Johnny’s skills; the dress looked beautiful. Johnny stood beside her, giving her a reassuring smile that she happily returned.
“Alright, Johnny. Tell us about your dress.” Heidi prompted, and Johnny turned to look at her.
“Well, my animal was a swan, as you can see. I picked them because they represent true beauty to me, even if at first that beauty can be hard to see. Think ‘ugly duckling.’” The dress itself came well past Mirai’s feet. The tulle and petticoats gave it a princess-like feel, and the neckline was daring and dramatic without being too revealing. Feathers swept along the floor when she turned, showing off the back seam.
“I love it. I love how classic and regal it is.” Michael Kors responded. Nina nodded her approval.
“It could be a little cleaner, but I think you’ve got a lot of artistic ability. It looks good. Like, if Bjork had worn this swan dress, she would of looked even better.” Johnny beamed, repeating his thanks over and over while the other designers looked on in envy.
Johnny could hear Heidi, Nina and Michael discussing Stephane Lambiel’s choice, which was a strange zebra outfit. He was half-listening to them scolding Evgeni Plushenko for using the worst fabric ever created. The man looked like he was going to pull a knife out of his back pocket and kill someone. But what Johnny was waiting for was still yet to come.
“Evan, please tell us your inspiration for making such a short dress.” Johnny whipped his head around to face his too-tan competitor. His model, her name being Kim something, was wearing what looked to be a spotted cocktail dress. It looked like she had a mane of bird feathers, turning into ruffles of strangely patterned fabric til the dress ended above her knees.
“Well…I didn’t know what animal I was going to chose…until I saw some birds out front of the fabric store, pecking-“ as he spoke, he began to peck, as though he was one of the birds. “-at the ground. So I picked a sparrow. And since they’re…small, I didn’t want to do a full out gown. It would take away from the fact that sparrows are small and dirty and common.” He shrugged. The judges looked between each other.
Johnny wanted so badly to burst out laughing, but Mirai swatted him in the arm, shaking her finger.
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“He’s a complete idiot. Not only does he listen to ridiculous music and watch ridiculous TV shows, but he also has a crazy work schedule thing that he writes every time we get a challenge. He schedules everything down to the fucking minute. It’s ridiculous. If he works any harder, he’s seriously going to pass out.” Johnny turns in his chair, a hand moving to fix his hairstyle. “I mean, if he does, whatever. No skin off my back. I’ll just be that much closer to winning if he gets booted off for medical issues. The guy thinks he’s trying to get a gold medal in fashion. Honey, there’s no Olympic Competition for that!”
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“For your next challenge, you have to design…” Heidi paused for dramatic effect, and Johnny thought he was going to fall over.
“Men’s figure skating costumes. Each of you will be paired up with a male model for this challenge, and he will stay with you to the end. Just like with your girls, if you win this competition, you will also propel them into a professional modeling job.”
The designers that still remained (Evan, Stephane, Apolo, Evgeni and himself) stared at each other. This was definitely their hardest job yet. Johnny watched male figure skating on occasion; he knew those costumes could only be made out of certain fabrics. But he’d make it work.
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“Oh Evan. Oh dear. Tell me what your…design is, here.” Tim Gunn ventured, a hand underneath his chin as he contemplated what in the world was on the dress form.
“Well, I wanted to use something with snakes. I wanted to make a more masculine skating costume, so this is where I was going…” He laid the snakes on the costume, outlining where he was to sew them on.
“I’m worried. I hate to say it, but I’m worried.” Tim Gunn spoke grimly. Evan sighed, nodding. “I’ll work harder. I think it’s something the judges will like in the end. Just…maybe not right this second.” He decided, looking back at his sketches, as if to check himself.
“Well, whatever you do, make it work, Evan.” And he wandered off to Stephane, whose top had zebra stripes on it.
“Stephane, my friend, the judges probably are looking for more originality this time around. You might want to go in a different direction…”
Their models came later that day, in order to assist with measurements and fitting, even though the challenge wasn’t done until late tomorrow. Sewing stretch velvet, sheer mesh and vinyl was pretty difficult.
Johnny’s model was a young Japanese kid. He looked really excited to be here as Johnny wrapped tape measures around his waist, hips and arms. He was momentarily distracted, though, by Apolo’s laugh from across the room, where he and his model were engaged in a conversation, the younger model’s face bright red in embarrassment as Apolo bent down on a knee in front of him, measuring his legs. The boy put a hand on his head, mussing up his hair as he continued. His boy was absolutely adorable, and they already looked like such a good team. It was kind of cute, really.
“Hold still, Daisuke.” Johnny instructed, holding the tape with one hand while he wrote down measurements with his other.
“Sorry, Johnny! I am just so excited!”
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Being as quiet as possible, Johnny snuck into the flat, easing the wooden door behind him as carefully as he could. He crossed through the kitchen, intending to go straight to his room, but was momentarily stopped as he heard someone speaking in hushed tones, someone else making noises that didn’t exactly sound like ones you’d hear in a normal conversation. What in the world…?
Johnny was a curious man by nature, so he tip-toed to the living room to check it out. Spread out on the couch was Apolo, shirtless and what looked to be like almost naked entirely. The young model was on top of him, straddling his thighs, lips kissing down his chest, brushing a nipple. Apolo let out a soft sigh, his hands tangled in his model’s hair as he continued.
Oh. This wasn’t what he expected at all.
He shuffled slightly, bumping into the wall and making enough noise for the boy to look up, body stiff in alertness. Apolo tried to sit up, looking around the room. Johnny decided this was as good a time as ever to show himself, lifting a hand to wave as his lips quirked up. Damn, that model was cute with his hair like that.
“Good evening, Apolo.”
“Johnny! Hello. I thought you were asleep.” Apolo tried, looking sheepish while his model turned even redder than Johnny had seen earlier that day.
“No, I snuck out to do some late night shopping. Couldn’t help it.” He held up the Chanel bag, chuckling. Apolo laughed to himself, arms still around the boy.
“I don’t think I’ve been properly introduced to your friend here, Apolo.” Johnny’s eyes slid to the boy.
“This is JR. And before you say anything, he’s legal. He’s 19.” Johnny giggled, waving his hand in dismissal.
“I wasn’t going to ask. You’re a good guy, Apolo. And it didn’t look like rape, anyway.” He replied, crossing the floor to go to his room. “Promise not to tell everyone about my sneaking out?”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He motioned to JR, who had curled himself in the older man’s side, kissing down his neck.
“Your secret is safe with me. Good luck tomorrow, okay?” Johnny winked, blowing a kiss before leaving the two to continue. He tossed the bag into the corner of his room, moving into the bathroom to brush his teeth quickly.
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“Evgeni, your model, Brian, was almost completely naked. We have no idea what happened to your ice skating costume for him.” The Russian man stayed quiet, looking at the ground and nodding as Heidi reprimanded him.
“Apolo. You don’t seem to be changing up your style at all. It’s been the same thing every challenge, and while your outfit was solid, it wasn’t fashion forward. We are tired of repeats from you.” The room was heavy and quiet when she finished. When Heidi looked up again, her eyes met Apolo’s.
“I’m sorry, but you’re out.”
His heart sank. When he walked backstage, JR, who had been attached to Johnny’s side, quickly wrapped his arms around Apolo, trying not to cry. This meant he had to leave, and go back home, and JR couldn’t stay with him. Even Johnny’s heart broke at the sight of them. They all said goodbye to Apolo that afternoon.
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“Of course I was going to switch my models. JR had a lot of talent that I could see, and Jeremy didn’t. I mean…I guess he was cute, but.” Evan stopped himself, fearing for his heterosexuality. “He was handsome, but I like the way JR smiles better. He’s got a better look for what I had in mind.” He nodded to himself this time, deciding that the way that was phrased was better. Looking away for a moment, he spoke again.
“Johnny started calling me a mongoose. Which I don’t even know what that is.”
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“The finale is here!” Tim Gunn announced, applauding as the last three contestants stood in front of him. Johnny could not believe what had come over the judges, as they allowed not only Evgeni, but Evan as well, to stand here beside him. Johnny was more than bitter; even though Stephane overused zebra print, he at least knew what decency was. And class, which is something these two lacked. Johnny didn’t even want to go into detail about how Evgeni just let Brian, his model, parade around naked in the Loreal hair salon. This was injustice.
“Now we send you three off to come up with your designs, and present them to us at the show. Good luck! We wish you all the best, and I’ll be there to check on you!” Tim Gunn wished them all well, practically pushing them out the door.
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Johnny finished packing his stuff first, a perfect suitcase at his feet and messenger bag around his shoulder over the top of his fur coat. Peering in the bathroom one more time to make sure he didn’t leave any moisturizer, he met Evan’s eyes, who was in there, gathering his shaving cream, razor and toothbrush.
“Well, I’ll see you soon, hmm? I’m interested to see what you’re going to come up with, mongoose.” Evan shook his head, turning away to pick up his bag.
“You know, I don’t understand you, Johnny. You call me a mongoose, and then you come in here, and I don’t know what you want from me.” He began to ramble, but as he straightened himself, Johnny pressed his lips to the stubble-covered cheek of the too-tanned man, pulling away and moving out the door.
Evan stood there, dropping his bag again.
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Fashion week came soon enough. Mirai and Daisuke were buzzing with excitement, each of their outfits perfectly and painstakingly crafted to perfection. These weren’t just clothes to Johnny. These clothes were art.
Evgeni went first, his clothes nothing special. Brian was of course there, clad in as little clothes as possible. Johnny enjoyed the show, if only for that. Evgeni was too off the wall. And the patterns he used on those coats were hideous.
Johnny went second, his clothes flowing in certain places, tight in others, embellishments like feathers, tassles and fur accenting the clothes perfectly. The gradient colors made them all pop in different ways, and both Mirai and Daisuke rocked their looks.
Evan was last. Johnny was able to watch Evan’s show, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. The clothes that the idiot made were actually…somewhat decent. They were clean, plunging necklines and gorgeous ruffles, tight fitting jackets and perfect-length pants. They were downright chic, and yet so very Evan at the same time. Maybe blind hobo didn’t apply so much here. His work ethic seemed to pay off.
He came up to Evan after the show, hands in his pockets.
“They looked great. Your stuff, I mean.” Johnny complimented him, smiling lopsidedly. “You put a lot of work into them, and it showed. The audience seemed to really like them.”
Evan looked up from Yu-na’s dress, where he was quickly stitching it back together before pulling it off of her entirely.
“You really mean that? Thanks. I did my best. Yours were really gorgeous too. I loved the colors you used.” He replied, trying on his own smile. It was more awkward than anything else. But it was genuine.
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“The winner of this season of Project Runway is…Evan Lysacek.”
The man practically dove off the stage, squeezing Heidi tight in a bear hug while JR and Yu-na tackled each other, laughing and hooting. Johnny clapped beside them, flanked by his models, who were clapping and smiling too. He couldn’t say this came as a huge surprise. Evan was most improved after all. Sometimes the ‘token straight guys’ do win.
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“Evan.” Johnny stopped him outside the hotel, all of their models already having left. (Johnny remembered hearing something about a certain half-Japanese man coming to pick up JR and take him out; just the thought made him grin in relief.)
“Congratulations. You really deserved it.” He patted Evan on the shoulder, smiling proudly. It was like seeing a little kid grow up into a champion. Evan’s face turned red.
“Thank you Johnny. I can’t believe I beat both you and that Evgeni guy. I thought for sure you were going to win.” He admitted, shuffling his feet awkwardly. Johnny shook his head.
“No way, I saw the way Heidi and everyone else was looking at your stuff. Those are things that people are going to be wearing sometime soon. They’re going to be available to everyone, and everyone’s going to enjoy them. My stuff was too costume-like anyway. I’d be better designing clothes for musicals and movies. You beat me there.” Evan couldn’t help but laugh at this, Johnny giving him a confused look. “And what about that is so funny, Mister Champion?”
“Nothing!” He snickered, covering his mouth. “I just never thought I’d be hearing you say this to me. I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head. With this, I’ve gotten enough exposure to go into the big businesses. I don’t care if you’ve got your best buddy Vera Wang helping you out, you’ll be seeing me up there with you, creating my own lines.” Johnny pushed the man a little, almost challenging him. Evan could only laugh more.
“No, no, I believe you. I doubt anyone could stop you, anyway. You’re like a crazy train, or something. Anyway, I wanted to thank you, you know, for pushing me. I don’t think I could of won without you.”
“Thank me? No thanks needed, dear mongoose. Unless of course you’re going to buy me some new Dolce & Gabbana bags. Lord knows I need them.” He emphasized this by showing off his bag. It was last season’s, and not in any way still in high fashion. It was driving him mad.
“I don’t know about bags. But I was thinking about this, instead.” Without warning, Evan took Johnny’s chin in one hand, pressing their lips together. The kiss was soft; Johnny forgot entirely about D&G bags as he kissed back, arms circling Evan’s neck as he moved closer. The hum of a bus passing by them reminded them both where they were, and they broke the kiss. Evan tried to hold back his laugh as Johnny gaped up at him.
“What happened to that girl story you told us all? You were the Hetero-man! No one was going to touch you with a 10-foot pole for fear you’d all castrate us. I knew you were gay!” Johnny exclaimed, almost dropping his bag on the pavement. Evan outright laughed, his face turning beet red.
“Well, you were right. Come on, let’s go celebrate. I’ll take you out for drinks. And maybe those bags.” Evan shouldered his bag, reaching out to take Johnny’s hand in his own as the moved down the sidewalk, looking for the nearest bar with their lights still on.
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esp the Apolo/JR cameo
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ILU anon♥ this is adorable and hilarious.
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ILU2 anon ♥ thank you for reading!
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oh, Evan. the only thing that would've made this better would've been adding something like "I draw inspiration from my fellow contestants, like Plushenko and...that Swiss guy." XD
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