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A/N: Inspired by these pictures of Darren’s suit for the MET GALA, as well as this sketch. Thanks to Jen for giving it a quick once over. 

Summary: Darren wore a custom plaid tuxedo to the MET Gala. Chris helped. Shameless CrissColfer fluff. 

“Mhhmff hi,” Chris mumbles, half asleep on his feet as he lets Darren into his apartment a little after 2 AM.

“Hello there,” Darren grins, opening his arms and allowing Chris to slump into them, pulling him close as he shuts the door behind them with a click.

“You’re cold,” Chris whispers, burying his face in Darren’s neck.

“Mhmm, but you’re warm,” Darren groans, settling his cheek against Chris’ hair. They stay that way for a long moment, simply breathing each other in, until Darren is starting to wonder if Chris has fallen asleep standing up. Wouldn’t be the first time, he thinks with a soft snort of laughter.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” Chris interjects, pulling back to look at Darren.

“Nothing,” Darren answers quickly. “Ready for bed?”

“In a minute – but first I want to hear what they thought of the suit,” Chris prompts.

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Coachella 2013 fic. When Chris posted the before/after photo, Jen and I got headcanoning about how he got from one to the other. Inspired by that photo and The Lumineers’ Ho Hey (audio/video), here’s our version of events. 

Read Part 1 (written by Jen) here.

Soon after Chris reluctantly parted ways with Darren, he started to feel a bit overdressed. There were way too many people wearing things that were definitely not pants. They also weren’t shorts and Chris wasn’t even sure if they’d qualify as underwear. Chris’ shorts and tank top made him feel downright Victorian by comparison. But he also felt underdressed, covered in expanses of pale, bare flesh that lacked any decoration. While Chris had been insistent on the remaining body paint free, despite Darren’s teasing offers of help and some shameless begging, he was starting to feel rather boring in comparison to the sparkly throngs at Coachella. That wouldn’t do. Chris always knew how to accessorize.

He started by browsing several of the jewelry vendors, looking for something to add to his coveted Coachella VIP bracelet. He passed row after row after of glorified friendship bracelets, wanting something with a bit more edge. Finally, he settled on a studded cuff in a soft, well worn brown leather. He tried it on first, making sure it was loose enough that it didn’t completely obscure the dinosaur tattoo on the inside of his wrist. He couldn’t quite explain it, but having Tristan the T-Rex staring back up at him made him feel safer, braver somehow. But of course, it had nothing to do with Darren’s solemn plea to a dinosaur tattoo to keep watch over Chris. Because that would just be silly, right?

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lovetheblazer:

My URL change is complete. This is my new (and probably forever) URL. 

To recap snowflakeanderson = lovetheblazer

Give me a few hours to fix all the linky things.

I’ll keep tracking snowflakeanderson for the next week or so, but you should start tagging me with the new URL.