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2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
Because DO WANT!
OR JOHNNY/EVAN. WHICH WOULD NOT BE SO MUCH A WEDDING AS A SPUR OF THE MOMENT DRUNKEN ELOPING FOLLOWED BY YEARS OF ANGRY SEX.
OMG YES I CAN SEE THEM DRUNKENLY DECIDING IT'D BE HILARIOUS TO ELOPE AND THEN BEING HORRIFIED WHEN THEY WAKE UP THE NEXT DAY WITH RINGS ON THEIR HANDS. AND THEN EVAN WOULD THINK, SHIT I CAN'T LET THE PUBLIC THINK THIS WAS AN IRRESPONSIBLE, IMPULSIVE THING OR MY SPONSORS WILL DROP ME, SO HE FORCES JOHNNY TO PRETEND THEY PLANNED TO GET MARRIED ALL ALONG AND MOVE IN WITH HIM TO KEEP UP THE PRETENSE. AND THEN SOMEWHERE BETWEEN YELLING AT EVAN FOR LEAVING HIS UNDERWEAR HANGING ON THE BATHROOM DOORKNOB AGAIN AND FALLING ASLEEP ON THE SOFA WITH HIS HEAD ON EVAN'S SHOULDER WHILE THEY'RE WATCHING 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS, JOHNNY ACTUALLY FALLS IN LOVE WITH EVAN, EXCEPT IT'S COMPLICATED BECAUSE EVAN'S BEEN IN LOVE WITH JOHNNY ALL ALONG, SO THEY DECIDE TO GET PROPERLY MARRIED AND THIS TIME THEY PLAN A GRAND OLE WEDDING AND HIRE PLUSHY TO PRESIDE OVER THE VOWS.
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Evan looked up from where his head had been buried in his gigantic ogre hands. "It will be a matter of public record! Anyone who asks to see those records will be allowed access!"
Johnny rolls his eyes so hard that they actually hurt. "Yeah, I'm sure the paparazzi are out trolling public records in the hopes of finding accidental gay elopements. No one will find out." He notices, however, that Evan's cheeks are getting more red than orange, which is never a good sign. "What. WHAT."
Evan shrugs. "Um. I think I may have Tweeted about it."
"What the FUCK," Johnny hisses, pulling out his phone and checking online. There it is, next to the stupid picture of stupid Evan, the little status update that reads "Hey everyone! Just got married to a swan! lol! He just wants me for my medal lol! :)"
"Frank is going to kill me," Evan says gloomily.
"No, he's not. I'm going to do it first. Whatever, we'll say it was a dare, and we were fucking drunk, and--"
Evan's eyes go wide. "What? No, no. I don't drink. I'm not allowed. My parents can never know I got drunk. Or eloped. They would be totally crushed."
Johnny glares. "But gay married to the evil Johnny Weir wouldn't upset them at all? What the fuck is your problem?"
Evan flops back onto the bed. "In case you didn't know, I'm not exactly... spontaneous."
"No shit, you mahogany robot. That has nothing to do with me. I'm not going to stay married to you for the sake of your reputation. I HATE your reputation."
Evan looks over at him, a new expression on his face. He's awkwardly twisting the platinum ring on his finger. "Yeah- exactly! You hate my reputation. You hate how everyone makes it seem like I'm the total opposite of you, right? So, you know, we pretend we meant to do it, and it'll make all the homophobes in ice skating miserable because I can't be their hetero hero anymore. You'd like that, right? Make them eat their words."
"I-" Johnny wants to say no, but fuck, he would kind of like to see Stojko's head explode. But still, no. "No."
Evan sits up, seeming to sense he's gained some ground. His competitive instincts are the worst thing about him. "Look, the season just started- your coach won't let you have sex until March anyway. We can just...pretend. My sponsors wouldn't dare drop me for being gay, but they might drop me if I pulled a Britney Spears drunken wedding. Please. Please. God, please. Johnny, think of all the amazing things you could say in press conferences."
"Evan. Let me stop being a bitch here for a minute, and just ask- are you insane? Do you need some pills?"
"Please," he asks again. "I'll give you money. I'll purposefully fall in competition. I'll delete my Twitter."
Johnny tilts his head. "Throw away your bronzer?"
Evan flinches, but he nods, slowly. Johnny looks down at his own ring- it has a unicorn on it- and reaches out. They shake.
Johnny figures Evan will freak out in a few days, and the whole thing will be yet another hilarious incident in the life story of the fabulous Johnny Weir. He's sure he'll be back to sleepovers with Paris before a week is out.
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*cackles with dark, dark glee*
This rocks.
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