Star Trek RPF Kink Meme - Part Three
PART ONE
PART TWO
So, this is pretty self-explanatory; we're closely following in the footsteps of st_xi_kink, except this time it's all about the real person fiction. Just because the other two mods and myself are shameless does not mean you all have to be; posting anonymously is fine, nay encouraged. All you do is request a pairing and a a prompt/kink and ( Read more... )
PART TWO
So, this is pretty self-explanatory; we're closely following in the footsteps of st_xi_kink, except this time it's all about the real person fiction. Just because the other two mods and myself are shameless does not mean you all have to be; posting anonymously is fine, nay encouraged. All you do is request a pairing and a a prompt/kink and ( Read more... )
Chris was sorely tempted to yell fuck off at whoever knocked at his trailer door right as he was beginning to fall asleep, but the vague chance that it might actually be someone important roused him from his light nap and sent him to the door. Of course, it was Karl.
“Look,” Chris said, rubbing his hands over his face, “I-“
“Both of us-all of us-were assholes,” Karl said succinctly. “I’m sorry, and I know Zoe and John are too, even if they did have a four a.m. makeup call and couldn't be here for this cozy get-together.”
Chris made what he hoped was a sympathetic face in return. “Nailed it on the head,” Chris said, gesturing inside his trailer for Karl to come inside.
“Unfortunately, I’ve got to be on set in about ten minutes,” Karl said, and Chris heard and saw the true repentance in his eyes. “I just stopped by to clear the air and let you know that there is this excellent restaurant just outside Lancaster-“
“I can take care of myself,” Chris said, internally wincing at his snotty tone.
Karl scowled. “I was going to invite you to come with me, Zoe, and John, but if you’re going to be an ass about it-“
“Sorry,” Chris muttered. “But-what’s the name of this place?”
“The Dutch Kitchen,” Karl said, the good humor and grace back in his voice just as quickly as it had left. “They’ve got about twenty different kinds of pie, and it’s absolutely delicious…”
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Chris tried very, very hard not to curse as he drove slowly down the road. It was past dark and raining, he was marvelously lost, his cell phone was dead, and he still hadn’t eaten dinner yet because fucking Karl didn’t want to carpool.
“Fucking Karl,” Chris grumbled as he searched in vain for some clue as to where he was, other than the middle-of-nowhere Pennsylvania.
Out of nowhere, a figure walking down the side of the road emerged in the darkness. Chris weighed the odds of encountering a serial killer in this part of the country, and decided risking brutal murder was a better fate than starving to death in the countryside. He pulled off to the side and rolled down his window. “I hate to be rude and ignore you,” he shouted over
the rain, “but I honestly have no clue where I am.”
The man’s face looked in from the passenger’s side window, water dripping from the brim of his straw hat. “Well, I think both of us are in luck,” he replied with a small smile. “I know exactly where I’m going, but no pleasant way to get there. Any chance I could ride with you?”
Chris smiled and unlocked the doors. “Hop on in!”
As the man climbed into Chris’s rent-a-car, Chris began to take notice of the man’s personal characteristics outside of tall, mysterious, and sopping wet. His straw hat wasn’t the only odd piece of clothing he was wearing; the man’s entire outfit looked as though it belonged on an Amish farm-
“Oh,” Chris said suddenly, looking for a word that adequately described his embarrassment and frustration other than fuck, “you’re Amish, and now I’ve gone and got you - shunned or whatever you call it-“
“You are right about the first bit,” the man said, sounding blithely amused in the face of Chris’s distress. “But I fail to see how you have done anything that would warrant discipline by the church.”
“Amish? So, no cars, ever?” Chris said. “Or am I just that clueless?”
The man’s soft grin broke into a full-on smile. “While owning cars is certainly a violation of the Ordnung, riding in one is not forbidden in the least.”
Chris let out a laugh because he really didn’t know what else to do. “Well, good to know. I’m Chris, by the way,” he said, sticking out a hand.
“Zachary,” the man said, returning the handshake, albeit a bit awkwardly. “And I take it you are quite lost?”
“Unbelievably so,” Chris said with a laugh. “I was supposed to be at this place-The Dutch Kitchen, I think it was called-like a half hour ago-“
Zachary’s laugh was unexpected, but Chris welcomed it in the face of his frustration. “What a coincidence,” Zachary said. “I am late arriving there myself.”
Chris smiled as he finally put the char in drive. “Good to know the company will be nice, even if the food isn’t.”
“I assure you,” Zach said with another unexpected chuckle, “the food is delicious. My mother has always been a great cook."
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And, Chris, sticking his foot in his mouth? Adorable!
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