One of my head canons for my Pinto de Mayo story Premieres is that Chris and Zach used to use
anagrams of their names when they checked into hotels, made reservations
at restaurants, etc. They’re both word nerds, and I can just see them
sitting in airport terminals giggling as they made up future fake names.
And boy do they both have a plethora of ridiculous options.
Some of my favorites (other than the one I used in the story) for Zachary John Quinto:
*shakes fist at AO3 or Google or whoever is sabotaging you with typos*
IKR? It couldn’t have been OUR fault… I blame the typo gremlins.
We were absolutely on top of things at midnight the night before the biggest secular holiday of the year. Obviously any typos were from an external source.
We were! Totally. At midnight. After which I altered the PTA budget (because PRIORITIES… I knew which to do first), found an error from the day before, prepped for the morning meeting, and somehow didn’t compulsively check for comments for two hours before going to bed.
Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto Words: 3,602 Chapters: 1/? Tags: Alternative Universe – Rock Band, First Kiss, Sexuality Crisis Summary: Zach is a rock star loved and admired by a small but dedicated fanbase
of young women. Chris is a grad student dissatisfied with his life who
gets dragged to the club where Zach’s performing with his band.
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.
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