Um hey! I'm new into pinto. I got into star trek last year ( unfortunately so late) and then I saw people shipping pinto! I'm like, I don't know, I always thought I would keep away from shipping real people. I *promised to keep myself away* but..here I'm. Please help.
Hey! Welcome! The fandom is a little quiet right now, but there are tons of fabulous pinto fics, interviews, and photos/gifs to squee over. Make yourself at home!
And it’s okay, I know those two are very hard to resist. (✿◠‿◠) Personally I don’t think it’s a problem to ship real people. As long as you’re respectful and keep a firm boundary between fiction and real life, it’s not hurting anyone. It’s no different than gossip magazines making up stories about celebrities. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Theyhave a synchronicity that comes from a hundred similar encounters, minds andbodies so in tune that words aren’t necessary. Although the occasional soft, “Zach,”falls from Chris’ lips, it’s not intended to direct or control; it’s whisperedwith a kind of reverence normally reserved for sacred places. Zach cherishesevery moment, worships every inch of skin with which he becomes reacquainted,tracing familiar paths long committed to memory.
He can remember each and everyone of their liaisons, from the very first when his hands had trembled upon finallytouching what he’d thought forever out of reach, and he’ll remember the last,whenever that may be. For now, he clings to the present and to Chris in hisarms; for as long as he has him.
SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I'LL WRITE A SHORT FIC- 22 pinto
Sorry this is so ridiculously late, bb. You probably forgot all about it, but hey.
22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au
Despitebeing at a wedding, it wasn’t the happiest of occasions for Zach. In fact,there were several moments during the service alone when he wished he hadn’taccepted the invitation. It could have been his day after all, if things hadgone differently. It was a tale of two grooms, but he wasn’t one of them.
Duringthe second reading, he let his gaze wander over the other guests. He knew themajority of the people on his side, by sight if not by name, but across theaisle were mostly strangers. One in particular caught Zach’s eye, sitting inthe opposite row to him. He was quite striking to look at—dirty blonde hair andbright blue eyes—but it wasn’t that that had caught Zach’s attention. It wasthe sorrow in his expression; the exact same expression that Zach had seen inthe mirror that morning when he’d carefully straightened his tie. It felt like,in the midst of a day filled with joy, he’d found a kindred spirit.
As fatewould have it, they’d been placed at the very same table at the reception. Zachstole a glance at his neatly written name card—Chris—but heneedn’t have bothered as everyone around the table introduced themselves almostimmediately.
Therewas a fair amount of cheerful small talk during the meal, but Zach noticed thatChris barely drank anything during the toasts and was equally quiet after. Hetook the opportunity to attempt a proper conversation when the tables emptiedonto the dance floor and they were left alone, Chris watching the many dancingcouples with the same mournful expression.
“Youokay?”
“Huh?Oh… yeah.” At Zach’s skeptical expression, Chris gave a kind of one-shoulderedshrug. “I guess I’m not really in the mood for celebrating relationships,that’s all.”
Zachnodded, taking a sip of champagne. “That makes two of us.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Seeingyour ex marrying someone else kind of puts a dampener on the whole thing.”
Chriswinced, making Zach instantly regret putting it so bluntly. “Wow. Jon?”
“Yeah.”
“Thatsucks. Why—” he cut himself off with a sharp shake of his head. “Sorry, none ofmy business.”
“No,it’s okay. Go on.”
“Well, Imean…” Chris hesitated slightly before continuing. “You must have known todaywould be hard, but you still came?”
Zachshrugged. “Yeah, well… we decided to remain friends, and friends come to yourwedding.”
“Wow,”Chris said again. “I’m not sure I could be that magnanimous. That’s intense,man.”
“Howabout you? You’re a friend of Mark’s, right?”
“Yeah,we were at college together. I was supposed to have a date for this thing,but…”
Zachdidn’t want to assume anything, carefully avoiding the use of any pronouns. “Itdidn’t work out?”
“No.” Chris’eyes filled with tears, somehow making them even bluer. Zach felt like he shouldreach out and offer comfort, but it would undoubtedly end up being a kind ofawkward pat that would only make things weird. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”Chris abruptly scrubbed a hand across his eyes. “Damn it. Sorry.”
“Don’tbe,” Zach said easily. “I’ve been there.” He paused. “You know what I’dprescribe? More alcohol.” Grabbing the champagne bottle, he re-filled Chris’glass. “And dancing.”
“Thathelps?”
Zach inclinedhis head. “It’s a good start. Like I said, I’ve been where you are. I’m not onehundred percent over him yet, but I’m getting there. You will too.” He picked uphis own glass and raised it in a toast. “To finding the person we’re meant tobe with.”
Afterclinking glasses and downing most of the contents, Chris looked a little morerelaxed. He looked even more so after several refills and various recountedtales of the ghosts of partners past.
“Okay,”Chris said finally, draining his glass and setting it aside. “That’s step onetaken care of. Now for the dancing.”
“Go forit. I’m pretty sure you’d have your pick of the room.”
“Whatabout you?”
Zachwaved him away. “I’ll be fine.”
“No, Imean… would you like to dance with me?” As he asked, Chris smiled properly forthe first time, making his eyes light up and crinkle at the edges. The sightstole Zach’s breath for a second. He could almost hear angels singing.
Recovering,Zach placed his glass on the table with a wide smile. “I’d love to.”
Pinto and 45 because that is low key one of my favourite things >.>
45. pretending to hate each other au
I had trouble with this one, but then I was rewatching ‘Confession’ the other week and this popped into my head. Sorry this is so ridiculously late, bb. I hope it’s worth the wait. <3
“Are youdone yet?”
“No,just like the last three times you asked,” Patrick said without bothering tolook up from his work. “Latin doesn’t come so easily to some of us, you know.”
“Stupid subject anyway. It’s a dead language.”
“But oneyou kinda have to know in a Catholic school.”
Chrisgrunted, softly drumming his fingers on the closed book in front of him as hestared out of the library window. It was dark already, almost time for eveningprayers.
“Assholealert,” Patrick warned, but Chris had already spotted Zach entering thelibrary. He returned the stone-cold look thrown his way, eyes narrowing as Zachtook a seat a few tables over. Theirs was an enmity that was well-knownthroughout the school, having got them into trouble many times.
“In thatcase, I might just leave you to it,” Chris said, clapping Patrick on theshoulder as he stood up. “See you back in the dorm.”
“If Iever finish.”
As Chrismoved towards the door, Zach got up to fetch a book and their paths crossed.Instead of stepping out of the way to avoid a collision, Chris stayed right onhis original course so that his shoulder slammed into Zach’s. Predictably Zachinstantly retaliated, grabbing the front of Chris’ shirt to yank him withininches of his face.
“Watchit, asshole.”
Chrisjust smirked. “Or what?” He watched as Zach’s dark eyes strayed towards Father Morris,who was lightly dozing at his desk; any kind of disturbance would have himawake and berating them in an instant and both of them knew it.
Glaring,Zach released his hold and pushed him away roughly. “You’d better watch yourback, Pine.”
“You’dbetter watch yours.”
Havingbeen held up by a somewhat one-way conversation with Father Peters, Chris wasone of the last to leave evening prayers. He made his way back through the nowempty corridors and shadowed staircases, and was almost at the dormitories whenhe felt the steely grip of determined fingers close around his upper arm.Before he knew it, he was unceremoniously yanked into an adjacent classroom andshoved up against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. Hisattacker pressed close, fingers still digging painfully into his arm.
“Time toteach you a lesson.”
Theinitial burst of adrenaline subsiding, Chris’ heart began beating faster for a differentreason. “So do it.”
Therewas a moment of stillness, the thrill of anticipation hanging between them, andthen Zach’s mouth descended on his. Chris surrendered willingly, grunting astheir bodies collided, hands flying everywhere in a bid to touch and feel everypart simultaneously. The simmering heat that he’d carried all day, stokedhotter by their earlier encounter, was now ablaze, demanding more, demanding everything, especially when Zach’squesting fingers brushed the base of the butt plug Chris had inserted thatmorning.
“Oh mygod, you actually did it.”
“Ipromised, didn’t I?” The last word ended on a hitched breath as Zach gave it anexperimental tug. “And please don’t mention god when you’re playing with thesex toy in my ass. Just hurry up and fuck me.”
“All ingood time.”
As timewasn’t something they had in abundance, Chris only had to put up with a fewmore minutes of teasing before he was bent over the nearest desk, the butt plugreplaced by the scorching heat of Zach’s cock. It filled him up like nothingelse could, dragging gasps and moans from his mouth that were hastily smotheredby Zach’s mouth.
“Quietly,”Zach whispered in Chris’ ear, nipping the lobe. He’d stilled his movements,making Chris push back needily.
“I’mgonna yell the whole place down if you don’t get the fuck on with it!”
Lettingout a low rumble of laughter, Zach thrust in hard enough to drive the deskforward a few inches.
“Yeah,like that, come on,” Chris panted, clutching the edges of the desk moretightly, the cool wood pressed against his face a stark contrast to the heatbreaching him. Shifting position slightly, he managed to squeeze a hand betweenhis body and the desk and began to roughly jerk himself off while keeping up amantra of curses and encouragement in equal measure.
Chrishad been wound so tight for so long that he came embarrassingly quickly,although the force of it blew away any of their other encounters. He must havemade too much noise because Zach’s hand descended to cover his mouth again ashe thrust once, twice more and came with a soft keen held behind clenchedteeth.
WhenZach didn’t immediately move his hand, Chris slid his tongue out to lick thepalm. He smirked as Zach yanked it away, but quickly paid for it when Zachgrabbed his hair instead and tugged, dragging his head backwards. Before Chriscould object, Zach leaned down to kiss him hard—a messy clash of teeth andleaking saliva that was both incredibly hot and delightfully filthy. Given afew minutes, Chris would have been up for a reversal of roles, but it wasgetting late and the chances of being discovered were only increasing.
Itwasn’t nearly as easy putting their clothes back on in the dim light, but theymanaged it, clearing up as best they could. Chris took more than a littlepleasure in leaving at least a little evidence of their encounter over the deskwhere Father Monroe would sit the following day, and it would definitely serveas a pleasant distraction from the monotony of his Latin lesson.
Theymade it safely out of the classroom, but the door had barely closed behind themwhen Fathers Peters rounded the corner. He took one look at their clothes andhair in disarray and immediately fixed them with a stern look.
“Fightingagain?”
Christhrew Zach one of his well-practiced looks of loathing. “He started it,Father.”
Sighingheavily, Father Peters shook his head. “This has gone on long enough, boys.Perhaps a joint punishment would make a difference this time; a chance to findsome common ground, hmm?”
Lookingsuitably chastised, they both nodded.
“Yes,Father.”
“Yes,Father.”
“Butwe’ll talk more about that tomorrow—I’ll see you in my office after breakfast. Nowoff to bed, both of you.”
FatherPeters watched them trudge back along the corridor towards the dorms, neverseeing the secret grin they shared along the way.
My favorite fic of yours is The Wedding Date, BUT I also have to shout out Lost and Found for having one of the most romantic love confessions/first kisses eveerrrrr and I still think about it all the time!!!
Aww, thank you! I loved writing both, but I remember the latter being a lot of fun. It's lovely to hear it stayed with you! 🥰
