aceofcircus asked pintoinlove: hi, I feel like I may have gotten this horrifically wrong, but was there a time when Chris or Zach leant on the other’s back to sign autographs?? if so, I would love to see gifs of that! I genuinely might have only dreamed it, though.. but thank you!
Once upon a time, on Twitter, people were talking about the rifle stand test:
[Image: tweet from @pearwaldorf: “I like that Fury Road has given us another OTP test. Could one member use the other as a rifle stand y/n/mfy?”] (source)
[Image: tweet from @twwings: “thinking abt LRT re “Steve Rogers is always the rifle stand in relationships” & hoping “rifle stand” becomes the new lingo for “bottom”] (source)
And it makes me think of this. Chris using Zach as a writing surface, and Zach not having a single problem with it. And that makes me think of other things, like Chris getting Zach into bed, taking him by the shoulders, and arranging him just the way he wants him.
Zach’s eyes flicked briefly around the table then back to his script. He’d gotten it a few months ago, but this was the first time they were all sitting down to read it with Justin. The gang was back together without actually being back together, but it felt good enough. Anton’s absence was keenly felt, and Zach appreciated that his loss was acknowledged both in the letter he received with the script and in the script itself.
Amidst contract negotiations, none of the original—imperative—cast would have agreed to come back had they simply written Chekov out of the story. He deserved, and was given, an appropriate end to his arc, as short and bright as it had been.
The read-through took the better part of the afternoon. There were still changes to make—so many changes between now and post-production. God, it was going to take forever.
“That’s it for today, guys. Thanks for coming.”
Zoe laid a hand on Zach’s arm. “I’m so glad to have you back in town. I feel like I never got to see you in New York.”
“I know. Life is just … “ Zach lifted his hands in wordless expression. “Anyway, you’ll have to come over and see my new condo.”
“You’re living downtown, right? Just can’t give up that East coast lifestyle?”
“Can you blame me?”
“Hey Zach,” said a voice behind him.
Zach stiffened. They hadn’t seen one another since Chris got shitfaced the night he presented Zach with his Oscar Wilde Award. Pasting a smile on his face, Zach turned around.
Sofia was attached to Chris’s side. His arm rested across her shoulders and they were holding hands. Zach’s eyes flicked to their entwined fingers. Chris flushed pink across the bridge of his nose. He shook his hand free and side-stepped to leave enough room for the Holy Spirit between he and Sofia.
Thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed it! I want to copy and past this into AO3 so I can always go back and look at the sunny green forest description…le sigh. That was lovely.
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