[deep breath] IM GONNA USE THESE THIRTY MJNUTES OF FREE TJME TO APPREICTAE MY MAN ONCE AGAIN LOOK AT HIM GO WALK WALK FASHION BABY YES WORK THOSE HIPS THAT GRASP O NTHE BACKPACK THE SUBTLE SMIRK THE ANGLED FEET THE BOY KNOWS WHAT HES DOING U KNOW WHAT HES DOING HES RIPPING MY HESRT IN A MILLION PIECES !!!!!!!!!! HES SO CUTE I WANNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE CONFIDENT TALENTED BEAUTIFUL LEADER MAN PARK JINWOO REPEAT AFTER ME I LOVE CONFIDENT TALENTED BEAUTIFUL LEADER MAN PARK JINWOO
Request: “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga + Sebastian? As if she singing to him w/ maybe smut???
a/n: i cant with this song…….’Bad Kids’ remind me of him too. I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE SMUT?? WTF
Sing-offs aren’t uncommon between two Glee clubs. It’s a civil way to settle something. And after Sebastian basically blackmailed most of the McKinley High Glee club, you decided to take justice into your own hands. Whether the stuck up Warbler liked it or not. So, when you had a free study hall during lunch, you snuck out of school.
Surprisingly, finding Smythe isn’t really that hard. As expected, Dalton is also on their lunch break; he’s munching on his…salad. You roll your eyes, fixing your hair before taking a breath. Now or never, you tell yourself while you hit play on your phone, which is hooked up to speakers. All of the Warblers’ heads whip around at the sound of Lady Gaga’s voice “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa!” you start, strutting through the dining hall. “Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance…”
A few of the boys move out of your way and you twirl on the heel of your boot. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa!” Sebastian wipes his mouth, green eyes watching you get closer. “Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!” you sing, stopping a boy for a second, smirking at his shocked expression.
“I want your ugly,” you wink at the Warbler as he stands up, strutting towards him. “I want your disease, I want your everything, as long as it’s free…” you lick your lips, grabbing his tie while you sing the next part. “I want your love…Love-love-love, I want your love.” you eye his face, batting your eyelashes and letting go of his tie.
He glares, watching your ass shake in your black short shorts. “I want your drama, the touch of your hand… I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand.” you step one of your feet up on the bright blue bench seat that’s connected to the table, peering back over your shoulder. “I want your love, love-love-love…” With each word, you take another step until you’re in the center of the lunch table. “I want your love…Love-love-love I want your love.”
Sebastian’s beautiful green eyes meet yours as you mutter the bridge. “You know that I want you.” you point at him, squinting. “And you know that I need you, I want it bad, your bad romance…” you mutter, chin ducked down.
At the chorus, you jump, catching most of the boys by surprise. “I want your love and I want your revenge,” you strut down the long lunch table, spreading your arms, white and black long sleeved crop top rising, making students clear their places. “You and me could write a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh–oh-oh!” you quickly glance at the Warbler captain, “I want your love and all your lover’s revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!” you belt out, halting in your spot, thumb pointed at your stomach.
The Warblers (along with Sebastian) follow you from the ground. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance.” you hum, spreading your hands to the side of your face, arms in a less than ninety degree angle. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance.” you repeat, squinting at the tall brunette as you lower your arms, sitting down.
Slowly, you lean down, back laying on the cool lunch table, face turned to the side to see the French boy. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!” you muse directly at him, feet pushing your body up the table.
His jaw sets and he starts to stalk towards you; rest of the boys creating a semi-circle. “I want your horror, I want your design,” you roll off the table, hair flying around your face when you stand, pointing at him. “‘Cause you’re a criminal, as long as you’re mine…” you gesture to yourself before smirking, spinning on a dime. “I want your love. Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh.” you make sure to sway your hips as you walk away from him, towards another lunch table.
Stopping at the end of the table, you turn back, stomach sucking in. “I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick,” you set your hands on the edge, bucking your hips. “Want you in my rear window, baby you’re sick.” you push yourself up so you’re perched on the table. “I want your love. Love-love-love, I want your love.” you cross your legs, pouting at Sebastian. “Love-love-love, I want your love.”
The boys all stand when you spin on your ass, standing up. “You know that I want you, and you know that I need you, I want it bad, bad romance…” you whisper, playing with the boys’ ties while you sashay, brown boots clicking on the metal. “I want your love and I want your revenge. You and me could write a bad romance!” you shout, jumping off the table, facing the wall. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! I want your love and all your lover’s revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!” You make a beeline towards the green eyed Warbler, smirking at him.
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance!” you sing, squinting as you bend over, hands on your stomach. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance!”
Unexpectedly, the Warbler’s join in, singing backup for the next verse. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!” you grin. Sebastian crosses his arms, backing up as you continue to come closer. “Walk, walk fashion baby. Work it, move that bitch crazy…” you repeat a few times until you’re inches from him. “Walk, walk passion baby, work it, I’m a free bitch, baby…” you whisper, eyeing his lips.
Backing up slightly, you point your finger in the air, other hand on your stomach. “I want your love and I want your revenge, I want your love, I don’t wanna be friends!” you shout, hunching over.
“Je veux ton amour, et je veux ta revenge. Je veux ton amour, I don’t wanna be friends!” Sebastian harmonizes with you, catching you off guard. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! I don’t wanna be friends-”
You shout at the same time as him, “Caught in a bad romance!”
“I don’t wanna be friends!” he fumes, shutting his eyes. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Want your bad romance…Caught in a bad romance. Want your bad romance!” he spits, grabbing you by the waist, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widen and you don’t move, holding your breath. With a deep sigh, he pulls back, panting slightly. “I want you too.”
For someone as simple-minded — and simple-dressed — as Izuku, being stopped in the middle of the street after classes by a model hunter had been the last of things to have ever crossed his mind, to happen to him. There’s just something about your plain style, they had said, in a tone that left Izuku slightly offended, but he still took the stranger’s business card home with him.
And that’s how, one week later, he ended up standing in front of this tall and fancy building in the middle of Tokyo, uneasiness almost palpable on his face as he started to rethinking his choices in life.
He felt not only extremely out of place, surrounded by beautiful and fashionable people, but also simply scared. What if it had been nothing but a prank? Lips pursed, he squinted at the card in his hands again, a little crumpled between his fingers. I’m already here though, ain’t I? he mused. And hey, if it ended up not being a joke, at least he could go home later with a job under his name, right?
Izuku’s never been the time to give up on any open possibility, after all.
So he took in a deep breath and braced himself as he finally stepped inside the building, business card back inside the pocket of his jeans and hands now nervously clenching around the straps of his yellow backpack. With certain hesitance still, he approached the front desk then,
“E-Excuse me,” He started, frowning a little as he tried to remember exactly the name that stranger told him to look for, “I am looking for… Yuga-san? Uh, Aoyama Yuga-san?”
erik never intended to end up in this line of work. in fact if you had asked him a couple of years ago what he thought of the fashion industry he would have said that it was vapid and shallow. that it exploits people’s insecurities and perpetuates unachievable humancentric beauty standards. except here he is in a skintight wetsuit, doing a photoshoot of the coast of rome, achieving all of those standards.
he shakes sand out of his hair and the photographer ends the session for the day. god knows he’ll be back here tomorrow wearing something even more ridiculous.he’s still not sure how emma conned him into becoming a model but he suspects telepathic manipulation. it’s easier than admitting to himself that he sacrificed his principles for a paycheck.
he gets out of the wetsuit and changes back into his street clothes. he checks his phone and sees three missed calls from someone named charles xavier. a quick google search shows some fashion designer in new york. erik sighs. this has emma written all over it
“who the fuck is charles xavier?” “nice to hear from you too darling. how’s rome?” “unbearable as always. now who the fuck is he?” emma clicks her tongue in disapproval. “no manners at all, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” erik is about to growl out something derisive because he is classically handsome not pretty when she finally explains. “charles xavier is to fashion what michelangelo was to sculpture. he’s a genius. i must have him.”
erik is intrigued despite himself. emma never compliments anyone. ever. it’s one of her most endearing qualities. “he can’t be that good.” “he will be. i need you to model for him, he’s designing a new collection for me. keep an eye on his progress, i want regular updates. oh and bring me back something from milan. i’m thinking crystals ” and with that incredibly vague statement emma hangs up on him. typical.
two weeks later after erik has fulfilled all his prior commitments, emma arranges a meeting with xavier at what is quite possibly the stuffiest restuarant in all of manhattan. erik tugs on his silk tie and reluctantly resigns himself to an evening of mindless conversation. twenty minutes later and xavier still hasn’t arrived. erik levitates knifes above the table and idly considers castrating the bastard.
“oh but that’s incredible, do that again.” erik looks up into the brightest blue eyes he has ever seen and the silverware instantly falls to the table. the angel smiles and erik smiles back awestruck. he snags the empty seat at erik’s table and gestures at the silverware. “well go on, don’t stop on my account.” erik flicks his hand and the spoons begin waltzing.
the man laughs delightedly. “extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary. i’ve never seen anything like it- tell me is it telekinesis?” erik shakes his head. “metalokinetic is the closest word for it, i manipulate magnetic fields.” the man grins and steals a roll from the bread basket and lathers it with butter.
“this is such a relief. forgive me, mr. lehnsherr but i was worried we’d be discussing color theory and fabric choice all evening. it’s such a delight to meet someone with similar interests.” before erik can ask what he means by similar interests, the man raises his hand to his temple in the universal gesture for telepathy.
erik sits back in his seat stunned. xavier- and its xavier it has to be- is not at all what he expected. he’s not quite sure what he was expecting but not this charming, odd man dressed more like a professor than a fashion designer. erik feels slightly flustered and off balance and he will later attribute his next words to a temporary lack of self awareness.
“do you want to get out of here?” erik’s cheeks flush, that is not at all what he wanted to say. the spoons seem to wilt in embarrassment before falling to the table. xavier’s eyebrows rise and he smiles mischievously. “a bit forward but i’m willing to consider it.” erik facepalms. “that’s not what i- i meant that do you want to go somewhere else to eat. i don’t much care for this place.” charles smiles. “lead the way.”
Cloaks and capes aren’t the same thing, but they’re both having a moment.
A cloak played a major role in Doctor Strange, helping the titular character fight Mads Mikkelsen’s Kaecilius, while a caped Imperial military officer in Rogue One: A Star Wars Story tangles with… Mads Mikkelsen.
“Listen, I have no doubt that cape is, and you’ll pardon my language, a motherfucking movie star. It’s a movie star all on its own!” -Ben Mendelsohn