#toppy pinecone

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I still have faith in Zach, no matter how Pine is toppy you write him in, he will top back. He is just that tenatious, like Pine said.

LOL.  We’ll see. ;)

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#AAAAAAH #I MISSED THIS YESTERDAY #AHHHH #GIVE IT TO ME #toppy pine is like a breath of fresh air sometimes man #a breath of hot pine-scented air from a...grove of strapping and dominant conifers #i've had too much coffee

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These tags are everything.  A GROVE OF STRAPPING AND DOMINANT CONIFERS.

jadrastic said: …………I THOUGHT MY LIFE WAS COMPLETE. I WAS WRONG.

<33333 TOPPY PINE COMPLETES ME, TOO.

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iedencherry reblogged your post:Six+ Sentence Sunday

you haven’t written toppy zach once!!!! get them even!! （┬_┬）

99.999% of this fandom writes toppy Zach!  I'm trying to get even for Princess Whitelaw. :D

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obsidianembrace said: oooooh, i like this!

DANKE! :D

medeafic said: good christing god what is THIS amazingness??? so much sexiness unf

IT'S TOPPY PINE AND IT'S HAPPENING.  Thank you!

trekbedtimestories said: I can tell you what’s gonna happen to the “meat”

I'm so glad someone took that meat and ran with it.  Bless you.

thatmysticbafflingwonder said: FUCK YES UNF!!!!! MORE!!!! *GRABBY HANDS*

Send toppy Pine photos.  For inspiration.  (And for my lonely nights.)

clumsykatran said: YES YES YES you are amazing let me love you

LOVE ON <3

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Six+ Sentence Sunday

It’s just that Zach’s too good at making him feel like a fucking idiot sometimes, and he wants to ruffle him, if only just this once.  He craves it, actually, deep in his bones.  He’s fantasized about it outright.  It’s something he’s been meaning to address with his therapist.

In the meantime, though, he might as well play.

The leather’s a little too hot over his shoulders in the late afternoon sun.  He exhales gratefully as he steps into the central air and tosses his keys on the side table in the foyer.  He keeps the aviators.

"Hey, I’m making tacos."  Zach’s voice carries from the kitchen.  

As Chris rounds the corner, the lines of Zach’s back come into view, shoulders hunched as he works at the stove, the sizzle of meat a bizarrely appropriate soundtrack to Chris’ pseudo-night vision POV.  He approaches without a word, arms spread wide so the sliders on the arm zippers dangle and clink against the granite countertop.  His chest presses warm and tight to Zach’s back.  

“Hi.”  Zach’s smiling.  He pushes a stubborn lump of beef around with the spatula and turns his head for a kiss, jerking back at the sight of Chris’ chosen ensemble.  “Um.”  Chris can hear the sass before it’s out of his mouth.

“I have other plans.  Turn off the stove.”

Zach turns back to the pan, his hands already flailing at the knobs.  “But the meat…”

Chris cocks his hips forward and scrapes his teeth over the side of Zach’s neck, his lips following to soothe and finish with a pointed suck.  Zach’s shoulder blades sink into his chest.