Tag: epilogue

Because there’s no backspace in real life… – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 20/20
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto
Additional Tags: Epistolary, Texting, they make bad choices in person, getting reacquainted, Old Friends, not everything in the past happened like they thought it did, Pinto de Mayo 2018, bi-phobia, extensive use of found images, awkward and inappropriate questions, Discussions of sexuality, Slow Burn, like really slow not in the same room or even country much of the time, thank god for mobile devices, Coming Out, Confessions, Angst, Loneliness, gratuitous use of poetry, awkward sexting, zach makes texting errors, friends to lovers? sort of?, gratuitous Pinto nods, Friends to Lovers, for real, Chris wears glasses, Serious Talks, planning for the future, Massage, Anal Sex
Summary:

One bad decision can put a friendship in a tailspin. But maybe that’s okay if it means you finally start really talking (texting). About the past… and about the future.

Chapter 20 is up!  Also, The End.

Because there’s no backspace in real life… – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Sentences Sunday

From the epilogue for my sp00qy fic ‘phantom’, called November.

November 12

8:37 p.m. GMT

MH: Mummy wants to know if that article on neural network theory was yours.  She says the use of non-linear thresholds for perceptron aggregation was ‘elegant’.  

AS: Aunt Elinor shouldn’t spread such conspiracies.

MH: Asking me is hardly spreading conspiracies.  Shall I tell her you can neither confirm nor deny?

AS: I’m not you.  Fine.  Tell her thank you.

MH: Sherlock says this new alias is the worst one yet, and I have to agree.

AS: He would.  And you haven’t cottoned on yet, have you?

MH: I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.

AS: Well, with another alias or two it will be more apparent.  Tell Sherlock congratulations on the latest.  I saw the writeup in the Times.

MH: I am not a carrier pigeon.

AS: And yet you started this text with a message.

MH: Mummy doesn’t text.  Sherlock, on the other hand prefers it to all other means of communication.

AS: Fine.  I’ll tell him myself.

MH: And how is the agent?  It seems the breach was more confined than we first feared.

AS: Recovering.  As to the rest, I can neither confirm nor deny.

MH: Very well, cousin.  Shall we expect you for dinner on the 4th?  Mummy is apparently going to some trouble just on the rumor we might all attend.

Q rubs his eyes under his glasses and then looks around his flat.  Ada is curled up with him on the sofa, but it still feels quiet and bit lonely.

AS: Maybe.  Baring a mission pulling me in.

MH: I’ll let her know.  

Cleaving – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Nathan John Quinto, Margo Quinto
Additional Tags: christmas break, Anxiety, filming stress, Angst, perceived infidelity, Relationship(s), single parenthood stress, reunion after a long separation, more tags as we progress, Frottage, christmas in july, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Sightseeing, Making Plans, Wedding Day, Wedding Fluff, surprise paper work
Series: Part 6 of A Bleary, Hopeful Universe
Summary:

Cleaving: to cling (to), to remain faithful (to)

Cleaving: to part or split, especially along a natural line of division.

Chapter 10: Epilogue
   

   

       
        

Summary: A few years later…

Cleaving – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Writer’s Meme

Copy and paste part of a WIP and then tag 10 of your friends. 

I was tagged by @rabidchild67.  Thanks BB!

I’ve been crap at writing lately, but as it turns out I was trapped in the car for several hours today and so I, too, have words!  From the epilogue that never ends, and is at 9k words and counting:

It was a quiet drive to the pizza parlor, Zach driving while Chris texted their contact at Vista.  Nathan roused himself finally when they got home.

“We should bring her dvds,” Nathan said through a mouthful of pizza.  “There was a player in her T.V.  She’s too little to read books by herself, but she’d like Gustafer videos.”

“We can’t get those in stores, buddy,” Chris said.  “And we don’t have time to order them online.”

“She can borrow mine,” Nathan answered, taking another bite.  Chris turned to Zach and raised an eyebrow, making Zach grin.

“That’s…very generous of you,” Zach said.  “We can wrap them up in the morning before we go.”

“She needs a stuffy, too,” Nathan asserted.  “She should have one of hers, but I could give her my extra Build-A-Bear.  I don’t really like that purple one much.  It’s too squishy.  But her arms a smaller, so it will fit her better.”

Zach swallowed, and Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably.  “You know, Nathan,” Chris said quietly.  “We might not see her again after tomorrow.  I’m… I’m very proud that you want to help her, but we might not be able to get your things back if you loan them to her.”

Nathan furrowed his brow.

“It’s okay,” Zach reassured.  “We can order you new copies of the videos, and I’m sure Auntie Katie will be thrilled to take you to Build-A-Bear again.  These are good ideas.  You’re a good boy.”

“But… we might not see her again?”

“We’ll see her tomorrow,” Zach assured him. “And then we’ll… see.  There are other people who want her in their family, too.”

“But, not even for a play date?”

Chris caught Zach’s eye before answering, “Let’s just take it one day at a time, okay?  Let’s be happy we get to see her tomorrow, and try to make that as fun as possible.  And tonight too.  What should we do tonight that’s fun?  There’s still an hour or two before bedtime.”

The evening moved on to games and bathtime and bedtime. Once Nathan was down, Chris and Zach opened some wine and talked more about the visit, pulled together their documentation from Vista, and got confirmation from their adoption assistant that he’d be there by one.  Chris was reserved through the  conversation.  Not unenthusiastic; he made it clear that he wanted to go for it, accept Mira if they were offered her.  But he was strangely reticent.  Or maybe just tired.

They turned in early, but Zach woke at 2:30 to find the other side of the bed empty and cold.

I’ll tag @ao3-brihna, @drgrlfriend, @lesbianchrispine, @multifandom-madnesss, @psychoticpterodactyl16, @rycolfan, @television-and-tea, @trekbedtimestories, @seepunkrun, and @suedescripture.

Few Words Wednesday

From Cleaving Chapter 10– Epilogue

“Daddy!”

Zach looked up from the script he was marking to see Chris approaching, carrying a squirmy Nathan who was squiggling like a fish to get down.

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite boys!” Zach said, waving to them from the edge of the set.  He turned to Tobias, the assistant director who was giving him the shoot sequence for next week.  “Anything else?”

“Nope.”  Tobias closed his script and retreated, saying, “Have a good weekend, Zach,” just as Nathan plowed into his legs.

“Hey, Little Man,” Zach said, bending down to scoop Nathan up.  “How long have you guys been here?  We ran a little late.”

“Not long,” Chris said, placing a hand on Zach’s waist and giving him a quick kiss.  “But we caught the last scene.  It’s looking good.  I didn’t think you were filming the argument until next week.”

“We’re ahead of schedule.  My scenes really clicked today,” he said, grinning at Chris because it felt so good to be acting again…Snowden had gone well, but the role was small. This was something Zach could really sink his teeth into.  And Chris seemed happy being a stay-at-home dad between his own projects. They were each doing one or two projects a year, traveling with each other as necessary to keep the family together.  Thankfully, Zach’s current project was filming primarily in LA, and they were enjoying a few months of routine.  “In fact, I’m getting Monday off because they’re shooting some scenes with just Emma.  So I get a long weekend.”

“Were you sad, Daddy?” Nathan asked.

“Nope.  My character was upset, but I’m happy.  I was just pretending for the camera.”

“‘Quiet on the set’,” Nathan mimicked, putting his finger over his lips.

Zach grinned and put his arm around Chris.  “Did you have to be quiet in the sound stage?” he asked Nathan, starting toward his dressing room.

“We were good, weren’t we, Babbo? No talking.”

“We were,” Chris agreed, shooting Zach an amused look.

“You’re a pro,” Zach said.  “I’ll just get out of my costume and makeup, and then we can head out.  Did you guys pick out a movie for tonight?  Is the pizza dough made for Nathan’s Home Pizzaria? You didn’t get dough on the ceiling again, did you?” he asked, nuzzling Nathan’s neck and making him giggle.  

“No pizza,” Nathan squealed, squirming away and hiding his neck.

“No pizza?  Change of plans?” he asked, turning back toward Chris, whom he now saw was dressed a bit more formally than movie night would typically require.

“Yeah.  Well, maybe,” he said, motioning to Zach’s dressing room.

Zach was immediately alert.  If Chris wanted privacy for this conversation…

Once the door was closed behind them, he asked,  “What’s up?” setting Nathan down so he could scamper over to the pile of children’s books on the small sofa in the corner of the room.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck.  “Well, if you’re up for it — not too tired — we should head over to Children’s Hospital.”

“Children’s Hos… what happened?  Is Luca okay?”

“Fine.  Everyone’s fine.  Well, not everyone, but I shouldn’t have led with that.”  He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone.   “I got a call this afternoon.  From the County.”

Oh.  Oh.

Snippet not on Sunday or Wednesday

From Cleaving.  I got about 500 words written this weekend, and did some more research…I’ll be taking some creative license as I blend actual events with the story…oh well.

“Daddy!”

Zach looked up from the script he was marking to see Chris approaching, carrying Nathan, who was squiggling like a fish to get down.

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite boys!” Zach said, nodding to Tobias, the assistant director who had given him the shoot sequence for next week. 

Tobias closed his script and retreated, saying,  “Have a good weekend, Zach,” just as Nathan plowed into his legs.

“Hey Little Man,” Zach said, bending down to scoop Nathan up.  “How long have you guys been here?  We ran a little late.”

“Not long,” Chris said, placing a hand on Zach’s waist and giving him a quick kiss.  “But we caught the last scene.  It’s looking good.  I didn’t think you were filming the argument until next week.”

“We’re ahead of schedule.  My scenes really clicked today,” he said, grinning at Chris because it felt so good to be acting again…and Chris seemed happy being a stay-at-home dad between his own projects. “Things are going smoothly and the argument uses the same set we were already on.  By knocking it out today, we’re able to move to Sound Stage 2 next week.  In fact, I’m getting Monday off because they’re shooting Rhys’ scenes first.  So I get a long weekend.”

“Daddy sad?” Nathan asked.

“No, Little Man.  My character was upset, but I’m happy.  I was just pretending for the camera.”

“Nat’an shhh,” Nathan said, putting his finger over his lips.

Zach grinned and put his arm around Chris.  “Did you have to be quiet in the sound stage?” he asked Nathan, starting toward his dressing room. 

“Nat’an good.  No talking.”

“You’re a pro,” Zach agreed.  “I’ll just get out of my costume and makeup, and then we can head out.  Did you guys pick out a movie for tonight?  Is the pizza dough made for Nathan’s Home Pizzaria? You didn’t get dough on the ceiling again, did you?” he asked, nuzzling Nathan’s neck and making him giggle.  

“No pizza,” Nathan squealed, squirming away and hiding his neck. 

“No pizza?  Change of plans?” he asked, turning back toward Chris.

“Yeah.  Well, maybe,” he said, motioning to Zach’s dressing room. 

Zach was immediately alert.  If Chris wanted privacy for this conversation…

Once the door was closed behind them, he asked,  “What’s up?” setting Nathan down so he could scamper over to the pile of children’s books on the small sofa in the corner of the room.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck.  “Well, if you’re up for it — not too tired — we should head over to Children’s Hospital.”

“Children’s Hos… what happened?  Is Luca okay?”

“Fine.  Everyone’s fine.  Well, not everyone, but I shouldn’t have led with that.”  He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone.   “I got a call this afternoon.  From the County.”

Oh.  Oh.