Bleary!Zach: Tell me about a time when you first considered Chris as possibly Nathan’s other dad.

Oh, god.  This is embarrassing actually, because it was WAY earlier than I care to admit.  We’d moved into Chris’ place a week or two earlier, and we were all still so sleep deprived.  I mean, Chris and I have both shot films that were demanding and had crazy travel schedules and we’ve both functioned on very little sleep, but in those cases everyone around you is a grown-up, or at least should be.  You don’t have some helpless little baby who could literally die if you screw up too badly in your sleep-deprived state.  And I remember stumbling out of Chris’ spare bedroom at about three in the morning, worried that I *hadn’t* heard Nathan cry and deciding that I needed to check that he was still breathing, because that’s how nervous and paranoid I still was back then.  I was heading to the office where his bassinet was kept when I saw that a light was on in the living room.  When I reached the doorway, I could see them by the light of a single reading lamp.  There was an empty bottle on the side table, and Chris was holding Nathan in one arm and holding a Winnie the Pooh book or something in the other.  The light was soft and just illuminated the dark downy hair on the top of Nathan’s head and one side of Chris’ face.  His voice was sort of lilting as he read, and Nathan was staring right at him.  It was so, so perfect.

Right then I *ached* for that to be our life.  I had to cover my mouth and sneak backwards so he wouldn’t know I’d seen, because I was sure that my longing was written all over my face, and it was *completely* inappropriate.  As far as I knew at that time, Chris was my very straight best friend, and I was just a sleep-deprived mess.  I was still fielding the odd call from Miles, for god’s sake, and Chris and I hadn’t even started the weird cuddling-during-movies yet.  He was Nathan’s Uncle Chris.  But that was the moment I knew that I wanted it to be something else, even if I thought it was utterly, tragically unattainable.

Weeks later when we finally got our shit together and it suddenly felt dirty to call him Uncle Chris to Nathan, I started whispering in Italian, the way my Nonna did when I was little.  ...babbo vuole tanto bene.  It was still wishful thinking at that point.   Well, more than that.  A fervent hope, still fragile and hard to trust in.  And then Nathan got sick and Chris did not run screaming, and that clinched it.

Chris has joked with me that I only want him around for his magic baby skills, and while it’s true that he is the perfect second father, our relationship has always been a rich, multifaceted force in my life.  That I get to share this with him is one of the greatest gifts and adventures I can think of.  But neither of us is overly romantic or mawkish.  Usually when he says I just want him for his parenting skills, I answer that I’m really just after his ass (because you’ve seen it, right?), and intend to be for decades to come.

Zach from Pinto Princess: What was going through your head when Clarisse showed up at the Pine home on Thanksgiving? (Hopefully that’s one you can answer without spoilers!)

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Terror.

It was probably the last place I expected things to catch up with me.

Clarisse
might be from a tiny country, but she’s pretty well known in certain
circles. Not necessarily my own circles, but peripherally. She’s
familiar with my Aunt and my mother, so you can imagine, I was certain
she’d have something to say, but she didn’t. It was Chris she was after.

Chris, who is unlike anyone I’ve ever wanted. Whose family is incredible and humble and warm.

*laughs*
I’m sorry. You asked what went through my mind at that time, and I
panicked. I had just kissed Chris and everything changed so fast.
Everything got complicated so fast. For both of us. And as I think
you’ll see, it tends to keep doing that.

The one thing I’ve figured out is constant, though, is Chris. Short for Christopher.

Did you know that three Danish kings have borne that name?

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

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I was tagged by Semper and also Ato!

Blind Dating ~ Pinto AU, 85k ~ Chris makes a new friend and gains a different perspective.

My first long Pinto AU, and love how it all came together.

Failure to Communicate ~ Pinto, 21k ~ Chris Pine is 100% heterosexual.

One of those fics that slammed through and demanded to be written.

On Edge ~ Pinto, 11.5k ~ Zach shaves with a straight razor. Chris likes to watch.

The one with the shaving. Apparently it’s popular.

Petals and Beestings ~ Billy Boyd/Orlando Bloom, 1800w ~ Billy is fired up and easily aggravated, and some flowers are just too perfect.

Wait, what? Haha, this one is a personal fave because it’s based on personal experience, and uh, everybody has a secret otp, okay? I was literally there, you guys. Orlando fucking Bloom stood right next to me (ME, Suede, fangirl extraordinaire) in a divey hole in the wall in LA, drinking a gin and tonic with a grunt behind him, and watched Billy Boyd sing really sexy songs like he was the most beautiful thing. I had filthy thoughts.

The Princess Diaries (And Me) ~ Pinto AU, WIP ~ Chris is a Berkeley Literature Major with an obsession
for all things fairytale. Zach is a walking scandal of European high
society, until he unwillingly becomes heir to a throne. While one has
big ambitions for the future, the other runs from his responsibilities,
and an unlikely alliance develops.When certain truths are
revealed to both of them, can two unlikely princes cope with their new
reality? Is there a forbidden fruit, an evil queen, a benevolent king, a
kindly grandmother, a little mermaid, and a knight in shining armor?
Does true love really win in the end?

Yes it’s a WIP, but I’m finishing it! And, um. I love it a lot. A lot a lot. Updates monthly! I’m about to drop another chapter shortly!

Music Meme

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Tagged by @ato-the-bean

Rules: Using only the song names from one band, answer these questions. Tag 10 people at the end.

Songs by: Imma try not to overthink this too much and unapologetically go with Taylor Swift

What is your gender: How To Get The Girl
Describe yourself: Blank Space
How do you feel: Sad Beautiful Tragic
If you could go anywhere, where would it be: Safe & Sound
Favourite mode of transportation: Enchanted
Your best friend: Welcome to New York
Favourite time of the day: Starlight
If your life was a tv show, what would it be called: Shake It Off
What is life to you: Begin Again
Relationship status: Invisible
Your fear: Last Kiss

I did a double take on this, because Duncan Sheik, whose songs I used, has a song called “Start Again.”  So I listened to your Begin Again. They aren’t at all the same, but I liked it.

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Help me find a spirk fic? All I remember is that I believe they were visiting Sarek on Vulcan/new Vulcan (but possibly not) and there was bed sharing and Kirk decided he had to make the move and had to psyche himself up to it and did it when they went to bed all hesitant and it was super cute I need it and I almost feel like one of YOU wrote it??? Help me. It’s Christmas week and I’m stuck at work and I need an escape route!!!!

Was it maybe Please don’t touch the Vulcans by @museaway?

Sadly no, though I did reread that one last night bc I thought it might be! Always a fave.

It’s possible that it’s not a visit to Vulcan, just them on shore leave or between missions or something? Argh it’s driving me nuts that I cant find it!

I have zero idea, which makes me sad, because bed sharing is one of my favorite tropes to read. I’ll dig through my bookmarks & see if I read that in the past and just forgot?? Do you remember any other details?

Now I’m thinking that the bed sharing wasn’t absolutely necessary, but it was a comfort thing, so maybe it’s a recovering from trauma fic? I know there was cooking/domesticity just prior to the big move, and a line that went something like “mind if I stay with you tonight” all offhand and Spock asking if he’d benefit from the comfort tonight or something arghhhhhhh. Bits and pieces keep coming to me. I know I’ve read it several times but I can’t think of it now.

The Best Parts by pieandsouffles?

Jim’s recovering from the events of STID. He’s having nightmares. He and Spock are staying next door to each other in Starfleet housing, and Spock invites Jim to stay at his place.

I don’t think that’s it either. I feel like it was a long one shot or maybe just something less deeply involved in the movies. Also pretty certain it wasn’t written in first person. Thanks for looking though!!

It almost sounds like Somewhere to Begin, but they’re already together in the scene at Sarek’s house. ???

Argh I feel like I check all of yours and Muse’s bc I was so sure it was one of you! It’s not that one either!

I don’t know what it is, but I want to read it now too.

One week

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Until the crazies crawl back in their slimy holes for another year. Help. I need fluff. Give me never have I ever fics. Give me stuck in an elevator. Give me snowed in. Give me snuggling and saying sappy things and kissing. Give me sick fic where someone has a cold and the other is willing to baby their pathetic ass bc they love them so much. Hell I’ll even take Christmas fic if it’s marshmallowy enough.

I want fluff too…I even started one but I feel like my muse abruptly left the premises last week.  Even when I have time, I can’t seem to motivate…

Few Words Weds

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Been awhile since i gave you some Pinto Princess.

“You think he’s hot.”

“I do not think he’s hot,” Chris grumbled.

“Nuh-uh,” Cho said. “I know you. I know how you get when it comes to guys, it was the same back in high school with that Taylor guy. It’s been two months, man, and you’re still letting this one chap your ass. If it wasn’t something, you’d have gotten over it by now.”

Chris stared at his book, pretending not to hear. Cho knew him better than anyone, knew all about Taylor on the baseball team in sophomore year who’d spent most his time on the field antagonizing Chris how much he sucked at pitching, and how the story changed the first time they’d ended up alone in the equipment room. It turned out, Taylor sucked. At the time, Chris hadn’t a clue how to handle the disparity between the public show of animosity and the private attraction, he just felt really confused and really turned on and kind of went with it until the year ended, and he never saw him again.

“Hell,” Cho leaned in, arching a brow, “I think he’s hot.”

Chris snorted.

“What? I am perfectly capable of looking at another man and recognizing innate hotness,” Cho gestured at him, “You got hot.”

“Whatever, man!” Chris threw a handful of cheetos at him, cheeks stinging.

“Took you long enough, but it happened.” Laughing, Cho plucked one neon crisp off his shirt and popped it in his mouth, “He thinks you’re hot.”

Chris ignored that too. It wasn’t that he didn’t know Zach liked him, he was well aware. It wasn’t even that he didn’t think Zach was hot, objectively. Now just wasn’t the time.

“Yeah, yeah,” Cho muttered, “No distractions for Chris. Blue balling into next year. Tell me, do the shades, like, progress? Is it like a delicate periwinkle working gradually to a deep royal or…?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Chris muttered, shifting in his seat.

Bleary, 2, 8, 14

ato-the-bean:

Hey Suede! I’m going to do these one at a time because I’m starting on my phone while waiting for my kids, but will probably want a real keyboard for the last one.

2. I pretty much wrote Bleary in order for the first two thirds, and then skipped around a bit as I was finishing it up. So the first scene I wrote was that 3 a.m. phone conversation in chapter 1… Which turned out to be the first of many 3 a.m. conversations, as well as the first of many times Chris says “Fuck” while stumbling around half asleep. Even now, if I need to get my head back into those characters, I start with that conversation.

Here’s the rest:

8.  Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Well, a LOT of Zach’s reactions are things I felt when I had my first daughter.  That sense of being completely overwhelmed, not knowing how you’re even going to manage to have a shower, that everyone’s going to starve because you’ll never get to the store…and I had a partner.  So a lot of those reactions and “things that happen to infants” come from experience.

But the reason I’m SO happy you asked this one is the OUT edition.  I’m sure that you recognized that several of the couples mentioned are real, but the apparent original characters of Dave and John on the cover are actual friends of my family, and I was honored to finally attend their wedding a few years ago (the summer after it became legal).  They attended mine 16 years ago.  They’d been together more than 30, and had battled cancer (and continue to do so).  So I put them on the cover, and put pinto deep inside the issue, because Dave and John are who they aspire to be in Bleary.  Minus the cancer, of course.

14.  Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Well, I didn’t set out to do that, but I think one thing is the way a person changes when they become a parent… and a partner, for that matter.  How you end up not focusing on yourself or the ways people have wronged you and instead look at this helpless child and try not to wrong him.  There’s nothing that makes you so compassionate about your parents’ mistakes as getting a few of your own under your belt.  I’m not nearly as upset about the therapy I needed from my childhood as the therapy I hope my children don’t need because of my stupid mistakes.

Also, I guess that in partnerships, different people can have different traits, and ideally those complement each other.  It doesn’t make one better or stronger than the other.  When Nathan get’s sick, Chris is really good in that crisis, basically by not allowing himself to feel any of the potential negative outcomes.  It makes him look string (to readers, anyway), but it could also be argued that he was emotionally distant.  Zach let himself feel what he might lose, and savor every second of the trauma.  When the trauma is over, Zach can move on in relief almost immediately, but Chris falls apart now that it’s safe to do so.  Neither is stronger or weaker…they just react differently.  I’m a Chris, for the record.  I almost fainted when the doctor told me my baby did not have a head injury after falling onto tile from a chair and getting a hell of a shiner.  I had to be brought water before I could be trusted to walk out of the office.  I was so fucking relieved I had a physiological response.  Geek Boy Professor (hubby) had been more panicked during the crisis, but then bounced back as soon as she was deemed well.  We are better together than either of us would be alone, and I tried to make the same the same true of Chris and Zach.