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This is not a spoiler free blog! I do try to tag, but I get to flailing and sometimes forget.
Remember how I said I was going to write fic on my way home last night?
I wrote fic on my way home last night.
But before I just post it, I feel like I should offer some warnings: it has a not vilified Mia in a fake relationship with Darren, and lots of Darren being grumpy and having grumpy thoughts, and then a whole load of Chris/Darren feelings with some fluff at the end. I’m not sure how else to preface it. Oh, and Darren has a potty mouth, so R-ish.
I sort of love this. I love the style of storytelling here. Like sitting around a campfire telling a story.
What Happens in Berchtesgadener Land…
Word Count: around 2k
Summary: Darren is impulsive and Chris grows a beard. (And yes, the location was definitely all Mav.)
Chris is changing.
He’s growing, developing, maturing in front of Darren’s eyes and sometimes Darren gets this giddy feeling inside that he gets to be here for it. He already knows he’s a lucky son of a bitch for a million different reasons, but this - this one sticks. This one lurks around and catches him off guard sometimes. He notices it when he loses himself in the sharper angles of Chris’s jaw or the leaner lines of his body, and when he just sits back and listens to Chris slipping into professional mode.
Through the entire press junket all he can do is sit and admire how quick on his feet Chris is. He’s funny but he doesn’t use it like a crutch, not like Darren does sometimes. As soon as the live chat is over Darren is springing over toward him, feeling prouder and almost more accomplished than he would if the book had his name on the cover, the movie had his name on the credits.
Chris is changing and he’s earned every fucking bit of this. He’s earned the right to grow into what he wants to be. He’s reaching for the stars and fucking getting them.
I posted the first few hundred words of this last night in response to this picture that Chris tweeted, but then like magic overnight it grew to like 1700 words. Not entirely sure that happened.
I just had a lot of feelings last night, you guys. Most of them involved drunken and/or slightly pissy Chris.
“Come on, slugger,” Darren says, gently nudging Chris until he stumbles to his feet.
“Slugger?” Chris narrows his eyes. “What did I say about… about what? Shit. I don’t remember.”
Darren turns and grabs Chris’s jacket, a clever maneuver to give him a moment to wipe the grin off of his face. At the best of times, Chris doesn’t appreciate being laughed at when he’s not trying to get a laugh. At the most drunken of times, he becomes downright belligerent about it.
“She left,” Darren says. “And now we’re leaving.”
“Can’t leave together.” Chris makes a face, screwed up and lips pouting. “People will talk.”
i don’t want to be over dramatic or anything but i’m pretty sure that if darren and chris both laughed their real laughs at the same time, fairy dust would fall from the sky and the world would promptly implode
in which Emily says things succinctly, and I word vomit afterward because I know tumblr is largely incapable of nuanced thought and open-mindedness.
and also because friends show solidarity, especially when passive-aggressive shit gets posted in response to logic and makes me want to punch things. instead I’ll use words.
So, I’m posting this with some humility. While I’ve never been militant about RPF vs CrissColfer vs is Darren who he says he is, etc. I’ve leaned on the side of, “But he says he’s straight, so he is.” I also happily enjoy CrissColfer RPF fic and art. So, yeah - never militant. Just always wanting to be respectful and to enjoy the pleasures of this crazy-assed fandom.
I admit to never knowing where Darren said he was straight, just that he apprently said it. But I do admit to knowing of many an interview where he’s vague as hell. And, always having those interview niggle at me when I’ve said/posted, “But he says he’s straight, so he is.”
The truth of it all is what has been said in the “read more.” Labels are shit. And fandom in-fighting is shit. And frankly, I’m not totally sure why this whole issue has come up again, and even more frankly, I’m pretty glad I’ve missed the event that lead to this discussion rearing its ugly head again.
Taking away the extreme behaviors of both sides of this coin (b/c they’re never useful), I don’t see why we all can’t just be respectful of one another, of those we’re being fans of and of those they include in their lives.
So, thank you for posting this. For opening my eyes to what I somehow already knew but making me take inventory of it and hold myself accountable to what I believe to be true.
a/n: well I had to because people were a lot more excited over this prompt than I expected. I hope that mine won’t be the only fic written for this! (spoiler alert: Darren is a bottom!Blaine enthusiast)
“Alright,” Chris announced, clapping his hands together just after opening his laptop. “Why are we doing this again?”
Title: Trapped in an Elevator, Really?
Word Count: 4,058
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: When Darren and Chris get trapped in an elevator, Darren has to come up with a way to keep Chris distracted from his claustrophobia.
Prompt: samgarofalo said— ”i’ve always been a fan of the “locked in a confined space” fantasy so like stuck in an elevator or like idk small room for some reason”
Notes: This was supposed to be a simple blow-job fill, it didn’t turn out quite like that. And look, I finished it! Also, thank you to mesogeeky for the quick beta! Typos be gone!
Notes 2: PLEASE DON’T LINK ANYONE IN THE CAST OR ANYONE ASSOCIATED WITH THE SHOW TO THIS. PLEASE.
I had a bit of a hiatus from my current scribbling projects, so I mini-porned.