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Birthday Buzz – Lovespie (Snarryeyes) – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

loves-pie:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Joe Quinto
Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Pinto de Mayo 2018, Sex Toys
Summary:

Zach’s birthday celebrations take an interesting turn.

So I’ve finally posted my Pinto de Mayo fic! Better late than never, right? 

Huge thanks to @ato-the-bean for her beta skills. ♥

*mashes the reblog button*

Birthday Buzz – Lovespie (Snarryeyes) – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Happy Pinto De Mayo!

loves-pie:

I haven’t had time to finish the fic I was working on today, and I didn’t want to arrive at the party empty-handed, so I have a teeny (exactly 100 words because I’m a purist) Pinto drabble instead. I used one of the writing prompts @ato-the-bean posted a few weeks ago.

Prompt: “That’s the nice thing about telling the truth. You don’t have nearly as much to keep track of.”

As soon
as they’re through the door, Chris tosses his jacket aside and collapses on the
couch. “Is it just me or was that the easiest press day ever?”

Chuckling,
Zach slides into the spot next to him. “That’s the nice thing about telling the
truth. You don’t have nearly as much to keep track of.”

Chris
takes Zach’s hand with a hum of agreement. He’s silent for a moment, studying
their entwined fingers. “I feel like we should have done this a long time ago.”

“Hey,”
Zach murmurs, leaning in to kiss him. “We’re here now. That’s what matters.”

March Motivation – Day Twenty Three

rycolfan:

It’s a particularly low energy day for me today, not helped by a lingering headache. But I’m going to try to get some writing done now. 

Anyone else writing?

I’ve basically been crap at this after the first week…illness kids, work… the usual.  But I’ve been watching your progress and am actually really impressed.  So don’t be too hard on yourself.  Now that my backup is done I need to work, but I could try sprinting science writing…

Two things that happened on the same day:

loves-pie:

suedescripture:

demonkidpliz:

itreallyisthelittlethings:

Captain Kirk recorded this:

“Captain’s Log, Stardate 2263.02. Today is our 966th day in deep space – A little under three years into our five year mission. The more time we spend out here, the harder it is to tell where one day ends and the next one begins. It can be a challenge to feel grounded, when even the gravity is artificial.

But while we do what we can to make it feel like home, the crew, as always, continues to act admirably despite the rigors of our extended stay here in outer space, the personal sacrifices they made. We continue to search for new lifeforms in order to establish firm diplomatic ties. Our extended time in uncharted territory has stretched the ship’s mechanical capacities but fortunately our engineering department, led by Mr. Scott, is more than up to the job. The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has definitely had effects on the interpersonal dynamics. Some experiences for the better and some for the worse. As for me, things have started to feel a little episodic. The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we are trying to accomplish. But if the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach? The Enterprise is scheduled for re-provisioning stop at Yorktown, the Federation’s newest, most advanced starbase. Perhaps a break from routine will offer up some respite from the mysteries of the unknown.”

and Spock Prime died:

On the same day that Kirk made allusions to shifting ‘interpersonal dynamics’ and gave voice to feeling lost, disconnected and without purpose was the same day Spock Prime died. 

#Look- I’m not saying its space husbands but#space husbands#and I’m not saying that they had a mind link#but it is canon that Spock prime melded with a version of his t’hy’la that he hadn’t seen/felt for 90+ years#at the same time he was dealing with hearing the death screams of 6 billion Vulcans#and if there was ever a time for an accidental bond to be created…#and I’m not saying that Kirks feelings came on in just one day#I’m sure he gave voice to these same concerns in his private logs#The disconnect#(what kind of stress is placed on the body and mind when there is a mental link but no acknowledgement of link?)#Feeling lost#(we don’t know how Spock died other than it was natural causes was the link fading as Spock lost awareness?)#Without purpose#(what must it feel like *knowing* he belongs on the bridge of that ship with Spock at his side#but having to live with Spock choosing someone else’s side?)#definitely not saying he wasn’t feeling these things before#but there had to have been a tipping point#to say these things in his ‘official for the record’ record#sad kirk#spock prime always makes me cry (via @itreallyisthelittlethings)

What if that day, or the night before, what if that was the day after shift, Spock met the Captain to play chess, and he noticed the captain was having an alcoholic beverage, and on asking why, Jim responded that he just felt a little odd today and wanted to relax. And things with Nyota have not been ideal, Spock has also felt stressed in a way meditation has not helped, so why not. Instead of getting tea, he replicates hot chocolate. And so they drink, and play chess, and talk around everything, and then as they reset the board, their fingers accidentally touch and they both feel something, and it’s the weirdest, most palpable sense of simultaneous loss of self and being found at the same time.

Spock is a scientist, curious and thoughtful, and Jim is lonely, so lonely, and still reckless, still willing to leap without looking, even at 30. One thing leads to another that night.

They’d been drinking. It wouldn’t happen again. They’re both professionals, and anyway, they have a mission to complete. So they are cordial, they are polite, and they will pretend it didn’t feel like the closest thing to home either of them had ever known.

No please, after you.

That’s pretty much what I’m writing!

Fic prompt, if you’re still accepting them: Zach making fun of a beet-red blushing Chris please ^_^

loves-pie:

Here you go, bb! I’m so sorry for the long wait – I’ve been having writing issues lately. Huge thanks to @semperama for once again chasing my demons away. <333

Zach had discovered pretty quickly that
Chris was a blusher. He’d seen him blush in all manner of situations, quite a
few of which he’d instigated himself. It had become a bit of a game, actually, especially
across the Trek press tours. Every so often, Zach would get a question about
Chris, and he would happily launch into a tale of such ardent respect and
admiration, that Chris would be almost glowing by the end. The open or low cut
shirts Chris often wore only revealed more flushed skin.

Then there were the more random
opportunities—like the time he’d been passing Chris on the red carpet at some
promotional event for Into Darkness and, in the spur of the moment, murmured
that he smelled good. Zach hadn’t needed to look back to know that he’d
succeeded, confirmed later by Chris once again declaring him an asshole.

“I’m sure your fans would thank me,” Zach
replied easily, swigging from a bottle of water. “What are they called again?
Pine nuts?”

“Leave my pine nuts out of this.”

“Well, there goes my evening,” Zach said
with a wink, grinning triumphantly as the blush returned in full force.

And when they finally ended up tumbling
into bed together, Chris’ face had flushed the moment Zach whispered how gorgeous
he was.

“Oh my god,” Zach exclaimed, unable to keep
from grinning. “You’re blushing already?”

“Shut up!”

“No, it’s adorable,” Zach replied, kissing
Chris’ scowl away. “How far down does this thing go anyway?” he added, starting
on the buttons of Chris’ wrinkled shirt. “I’ve always wanted to know.”

Chris shoved him away, playfully indignant.
“You are such an asshole.”

“So I’ve been told,” Zach said easily,
kissing his way down Chris’ chest as the shirt was steadily unbuttoned. “Many
times.” Another kiss. “Mostly by you.”

Chris’ huff turned almost instantly into a
gasp as Zach caught his nipple between his lips. Zach grinned against his
heated skin, swiping his tongue across the hardening bud while his fingers
released the final button of Chris’ shirt.

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, opening the shirt
fully.

“What?” Chris frowned, immediately lifting
his head to look, as if he was scared that Zach had found something bad.

Zach shook his head slowly, still gazing in
wonder. “Yours really is the blush that keeps on giving.”

“Oh my god, you fucker!”

“I believe that is the general idea,” Zach quipped, smug grin firmly in place as he
dodged another shove to his shoulder.

His victory was short lived, though; the
next moment, he found himself flat on his back, effectively pinned down by an
even more flushed Chris, whose eyes appeared even more blue in contrast.
“Remind me again why I even talk to you.”

Without a word, Zach reached up to curl a
hand around Chris’ neck and yanked him down to meet his lips. Chris apparently
approved of that answer, because his indignation melted away within seconds,
hunger taking over once again.

The teasing took a backseat after that—Zach
was occupied with far more pleasurable things. He did, however, learn that
Chris’ blush really did go all the
way down.

Prompt for you: Pinto, first time one (or both) of them says ‘I love you’

loves-pie:

I hope this makes your day slightly better, bb. <333

Chris wakes to Zach packing. He raises his
head off the pillow, blinking in the morning light until his eyes adjust. Zach
doesn’t pause.

“You’re leaving already?”

Zach spares him a brief glance. “Already?”
he says with a huff of laughter. “I’ve been here five days, Chris. Besides, the
press tour’s done and I need to get back to New York. My agent called.”

Chris vaguely remembers a phone call
rousing him briefly earlier; Zach had answered and he’d gone back to sleep. He
shifts to sit up. “Can’t you stay a bit longer?”

“What for?”

That stings more than it should. “I don’t
know, I just…” Chris flounders. “I’d like to have more time with you. We hardly
see each other anymore.”

Zach grabs his glasses from the nightstand
and a stray tee from the floor—Chris is pretty sure it’s the one he tore off
just last night. “You’re the one who wanted to keep things casual, Chris. No
strings attached.”

It’s true. Zach had wanted more and Chris
hadn’t. Chris still remembers the conversation perfectly, as well as his
complete conviction that it was the right thing. But that conviction has got
lost somewhere along the way and everything’s got blurry. “Maybe… maybe I don’t
want that now.”

“Maybe you don’t know what you want,” Zach
counters, zipping up his suitcase. “Come on, Chris. This is just you getting
maudlin because the press tour’s over.”

“That’s not true.”

“Sure it is. It’s the same every time. I
can practically measure your mood drop across the final week.”

“I’m sad it’s over, sure. But that’s not
what this is about.”

“Really?” Zach asks, his dark eyes boring
into Chris’ until he breaks and looks away. “Look,” Zach continues after a beat,
moving to sit beside him. “Even if this is it for Trek, I’m sure it won’t be
that long until we’re in the same city again. Nothing’s changed, Chris.”

Chris barely feels the brush of lips on his;
Zach’s goodbye. It’s only when Zach’s almost at the door, case in hand, that
everything suddenly falls into blazing clarity, making Chris scramble out of
bed to push the door shut before Zach can fully open it.

“Chris—“

“Something has changed,” Chris says, his heart racing both from the abrupt
physical exertion and the magnitude of his revelation. He takes Zach’s face in
both of his hands, this time having no trouble looking him straight in the
eyes. “I love you, Zach. I’m in love
with you.” He pauses, desperately trying to get the words right in his head. “Look,
I don’t have all the answers yet and I’m not sure on the logistics of making
everything work, but I want to try. I want to do this properly. Please, just…  stay?”

Zach is staring at him, his eyes blank, expression
unreadable, and, for a moment, Chris thinks he’s going to push past him and
right out the door. But Zach drops his case on the floor and takes hold of Chris’
hands, pulling them away from his face. Chris keeps his eyes fixed on Zach’s, trying
to find the slightest hint of his intentions, feeling very much like he’s on a
high wire with no safety net.

Then Zach’s lips twitch upwards and he lets
out a rush of breath, almost a laugh, as he shakes his head. “You’re an
asshole, Pine.” And with that, he pulls Chris into a scorching kiss.

Chris reckons it’s as good a declaration of
love as any.

I’m successfully writing on the train!

loves-pie:

ato-the-bean:

Praise the muses!

Yay! *o/*

P.S. Can you send some of that muse magic my way? Mine seems to be on an indefinite strike. -_-

I had an alpha chat last night with my new beta, and just explaining things “out loud” help coalesce a lot of things that had been sort of floaty in my mind, and then she helped me think through the timing of some events. So I now have a clear path, which makes things SO much easier.

Writing is hard

loves-pie:

suedescripture:

I’m giving myself permission NOT to write. I have closed out of all ten of my docs (mostly chapters of Pinto Princess and a couple of one shots) that habitually stay open all the time, glaring at me.

I was smart this year and don’t have any actively posting WIPs. The next couple of months are historically stressful as fuck already without the guilt trips associated with knowing people are waiting for an update and feeling both like a failure and an asshole when I have to remind people what time of year it is and that life is extra lifey right now. This is precisely why I don’t do challenges like BB or whatever (seriously people, why do all of these happen at the worst time of year?) I give you all kudos who do, because I just… I can’t right now.

I despise the holidays largely because they make humanity go batshit fucking insane and all I want to do is hibernate in a cabin far far away from civilization until the crazies crawl back to their hellholes. I’m a scrooge because I work a service job and people think I can do magic and have a time machine, but when they find out I don’t and I can’t, they get unreasonably nasty. I’m going to break a fucking crown one of these days trying not to tell them exactly where they can shove a rusty railroad spike (seriously, my dentist told me to stop grinding so much because I’m wearing down about $4000 worth of dental work).

Plus, I haven’t been productive for the past couple weeks anyway, and literally all I do in my off-time is stare at my WIPs all day and I have zero inspiration or ideas and nothing happens, so I continue feeling like a fucking failure.

So unless my muse actually shows itself, I’m off the clock. Imma read all y’alls stuff, imma color, play the stack of video games I rarely touch, watch netflix and chill.

*offers hugs* I feel this on a spiritual level. Although I’m clearly not smart, as I have several ongoing WIPs and I did the BB. But after the past few hellish weeks, I’m not going to stress too much about getting shit done before the year’s out. That can wait until January.

Take care of yourself! It is a stressful time of year, and writing requires inspiration that stress can completely erase at times. We’ll be here to read your stuff when you’re ready to return to it. I think I’m done for a while, too, now that PBB is posted. Need to RL. And may your shoppers be gentle…