#I wanna see them slide for real hhh

[daplatypusway]

I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about them- 💫

#marvelous boys #stop being so cool #I wanna see them slide for real hhh #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #mammon avatar of greed #shall we date beelzebub #shall we date mammon

[headoverjojo]

First off I wanna say your writing? Amazing. I love it. I've binged your blog like five times. Second, can I request la squadra headcanons with a doctor s/o? It'd be cool to see how all the murder bois handle loving someone who saves lives as a living. Thank you if you can do this request and regardless, have a wonderful day and know you're a great writer!!!

Hi there, honey! Aaaaaa goooood you make me blush!! o////o hhh thank you for your super kind words :,) Ooooh sure sure!! Here we go :3

La Squadra with a doctor s/o

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

Ironically, he and his s/o met when they were back from their night shift at the hospital. He was heading back to the HQ after a mission and, seeing them in difficulty with their car, he stopped to help. They seemed harmless, he was too tired to hide with Metallica and, frankly, who cared. After meeting them again, randomly -he was unaware that they were actually trying to spot him wherever they were-, and finding their company enjoyable, he asked them out for a friendly date, which turned out as a real date, in the end.

He was a bit baffled, finding out they were a doctor -and this explained why he had met them so many times at early morning hours-, but in a positive way. He does his job because he has to do, it’s nothing more than this. He doesn’t actively enjoy to steal life, but this is his work, his fate and he has accepted it. Seeing them, however, so passionate about their work, doing long shifts at every hour of the day and night, doing their best to save as much people as possible… it’s inspiring. Their love for life makes him see the world in a different way. Maybe… he’s starting to love life again, thanks to them.

However, he has to be honest with them. Even if he doesn’t show it, he’s scared of rejection, now: he has allowed himself to grow attached to them, losing them would hurt him a lot. When he says them what he does to live, they do the last thing he imagined: they just ask him if he enjoys his work. At his negative answer, they hug him, murmuring that it’s all ok; they know he’s, by now, obliged to do it. They’re not naive: world is a cruel place and their Risotto found himself in a situation without happy solutions. Still, he managed not to become a monster and this is what it matters.

Prosciutto

He met them in a bar, on late night. They were just out of the hospital, after a long, tiring day, and definitely needed a drink. Prosciutto spotted them immediately: they were a new face. So, from his hidden and calm spot, he studied them, their moves, the drink they were sipping. He noticed they came in precise days, as after a work shift; once learned this and assured they weren’t a threat, he approached them. No one was immune to Prosciutto’s charm and so they too were so: after a long and pleasant talk, it wasn’t a problem to invite them for a coffee.

Jokes on Prosciutto, what he thought would have been a flirt or, at most, a one night stand, ended up being his loved s/o. He treasured them above everything else, voting his life to protect and make them happy. However, the fact that they are a doctor bugs him a little, even if not because he disapproves their work: he’s really proud of them; the person he’s not proud of is himself. He’s an assassin, a top tier one, even more; he steals life to live, while his s/o saves them. How could they work? They’re the exact opposite. This thought bugs him every day and he savour every day as it’s the last. However, he knows he can’t go on like this, hiding the truth: it’s time to reveal himself for who he is.

And so he calls them, asking them to talk. They are scared that he wants to break up with them, that their time is already come to an end… they don’t expect the utterly sincere confession. They stay silent for long, absorbing it. It’s hard to unite the two Prosciutto, the loving and teasing one they know and the assassin… but, looking at him, they don’t see a different man, as they almost feared. Always their Prosciutto, now on the edge and tense. When they go to him to kiss him, he can finally release a tense sigh, as he brings them in a hug, relieved beyond imagination. Sincerity had payed back, in the end.

Pesci

The first time they met it had been rather silly and normal: they both were buying groceries at the near supermarket. They didn’t know where skincare products were and he led them to the right aisle. That was all; however, they met again some other times and by now they recognized each other, weaving at each other and chit chatting a little. If Prosciutto or someone else asks him why he’s later than usual from errands, he just says that he had to wait in line. He loves to have a friend outside work, outside the team… it’s refreshing. Maybe he even starts to develop a little crush on them, but he never actively thought his feelings could be returned… until they ask him out for a coffee.

He’s so happy, with them! he couldn’t ask for more.They’re gentle and kind and caring… they’re a doctor, after all. Care and gentleness are in their nature. He loves the passion and sincere dedication they put in their work, to save as much people as they can… it inspires him to do his best too. If he improves, he can better protect his comrades, even save their life, as his s/o does with their patients! When they’re back from their shifts, he’s the one who makes them smile; he loves to listen to their stories, to hear that their patients are feeling better… he’s here to hug them when they lose one of them. As assassin, he knows how much life is fragile and he doesn’t blame them if they’re suffering, leaving aside their professionalism, for once.

Pesci, however, is not so good at keeping secrets to his loved ones; until now the only people in his life were his comrades, but now there’s his s/o too. He doesn’t think it’s right to keep secret from them such an important part of his life and so, one day, he decides to face the issue and talk about it to them. He waits in a tense silence their response, already picturing them taking their things and leaving him forever. However, when he feels their arms around him, he opens wide his eyes, baffled: how can they hate him for this? They know that no one enters in mafia for fun, but because something went really really wrong in their life; they’re pained to know that something in his life went so bad to force him to choose this way. Now, however, they’re together: things will get better.

Formaggio

The first time he met them, they weren’t walking on a nice and safe road. They had been called for a home emergency visit in one of the most dangerous districts of all Naples and they were scared. Well, not randomly: criminals were around and, among them, Formaggio was here too. But, luckily for them, Formaggio was above simple thieves; he saw them, but he didn’t touch or near them. Still, some drunkards did so and, being already nearby, Formaggio intervened, chasing them away. Seeing he wasn’t drunk nor had bad intentions, they agreed on being escorted out of the district and, to thank him for his help, they invited you for a coffee the next day.

What he really didn’t expect was that coffee to turn into a second coffee, then a third, then they finally admitted they were dating and soon after they were moving together. He couldn’t ask for more, they were amazing, patient… and a doctor. This left him surprised, at first, but it wasn’t something that could stop them from being together. It wasn’t, also, like he and his team sent people to them; when they striked, they sent people directly to obituary. Still… he almost feels guilty. His s/o is a so caring person, so sweet and devote to their work… and here he is. He’s the one they hate most, the one who steals the life they try strenuously to save.

He has to tell everything a night when he came back heavily injured. He’s a top elite, but this doesn’t make him invulnerable! While they patch him, worried as hell, he’s finally forced to admit everything. His profession, his life… He’s ready to see them go away, as it always happened. Nothing good lasts long, with him. But his s/o surprised him once more; they didn’t go away and they just told him to be more careful, next time. At his bewildered face, they just say they already suspected something, but this didn’t matter: they knew that Formaggio, deep inside, was a good person and he loved them: this was enough.

Melone

Melone is one who always managed to slide in internships into hospitals. He loves medicine but, alas, he couldn’t ever go to university and actually become what he dreamed to be, a surgeon. So he follows some internships, taking advantage of some documents Illuso or Formaggio stole for him -a favor for a favor- and, during one of these, he met his future s/o, a young, brilliant doctor. Melone was immediately fascinated by their determination, by the passion they had for their work… a curiosity and a devotion he knew well. He tried as much as he could to meet with them and, after a lot of chattings and laughs, they decided to see each other out of the hospital.

That encounter went so well, to Melone’s utter surprise, to turn in a second “date” and so on. He didn’t dare to hope in more than a one night stand, but here they are, together and even talking about living together! He never thought he could have been so happy. They are perfect for him, passionate, smart, extremely intelligent, devote to their work… but here Melone’s enthusiast cracked. They were a doctor… he wasn’t. He wasn’t even a medicine student. He was… an assassin. He killed as job. Would they accept it? He highly doubted it and the fear of rejection and abandonment twisted his guts to no end. He was so anguished that his s/o started to seriously worry about him and this was the moment when Melone understood it was time to reveal the truth.

And so he did, his head low and his words heavy. How would they react? He’s so scared… like never before. He knows he’s going to lose them, as he has lost everything beautiful in his life. His heart is already breaking. Still, he doesn’t hear any scream or accusation or slammed door. Just silence. He slowly lifts his head, finding them still here, looking at him. They ask him to tell them all the story, how he ended up doing what he does, if he enjoys it… and he tells them everything. When he finally finishes, he’s lighter and he feels even better when they just hug him tight, almost protective. Melone has faced many horrors in his life, many prejudices, but he managed not to lose all his light and they love him for this.

Illuso

Illuso has always been the one in charge to steal bandages and medicines, since the paycheck didn’t allow the group to afford enough of them. Passing from mirror to mirror, Illuso could easily sneaking in the hospital and stealing what the group needed, going back in the mirror world: no one ever noticed it. Still, from his safe spot, he observed the hospital life. The patients, the doctors… his future s/o. He noticed them immediately by the sincere passion they had, the strong will and the extreme care they showed to their patient. He was… enhanced by them. He studied their habits and, so, he managed to meet them “casually” when they were out for errands, a bit every day, becoming their acquaintance and, then, friend. After a little, they had their first date and things went better and better.

Illuso always lived in a world that mirrored the reality, manipulating it at his pleasure and advantage. But… he doesn’t like to do it with the person that now is his s/o. They trust him with their life and how he repays them? With lies. He hates it, he hates it so much. Still, he’s scared: his line of work is dangerous and they could end badly, so maybe it’s better to keep them safe and unaware? Or trying and telling them everything? He doesn’t know. He’s battled, he’s full of doubts. In the end, however, he decides to try: they are too important and, if they are together, he wants to be honest with them for one damn time in his life.

And so he calls them, one evening, and settle a meeting. He’s so serious and professional that his s/o seriously fears he’s going to break up with them! But, instead, he tells them a totally different thing. After he has finished, they just sigh, going to sit next to him, revealing too a little secret: they suspected about it since long time. They always saw him in mirrors, crawling behind the corners, his watchful and warm eyes on them. Why do you think they stationed so much around mirrors talking so bluntly about their habits? Illuso is baffled. So do they have a stand too? And really they aren’t bugged by his profession? They just look him in the eyes, serious, caressing his cheeks. Until he’ll be safe, they’ll be happy, they say.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio was the only one who met them as an actual patient. Once he broke really badly his arm and it couldn’t be fixed at home, as usual, so he had to be carried to the hospital. He was grumpy and nervous all the time and the only one who seemed to manage to handle him was a patient but strong headed doctor who had no qualms in battling Ghiaccio when he was at his grumpiest state. They managed not to make him escape, as he would have surely done with someone else, to take his medicines and just to give himself time to recover. To everyone’s dismay, when Ghiaccio invited them out, grumpily, before being sent home, they said yes.

After a while, they came out as couple. Things weren’t perfect, but from both parts there was enough will to make things work out. Ghiaccio, despite his namesake, is a passionate man, a man of strong feelings and even stronger reactions; he loves his s/o’s stubbornness, both when they have to deal with him both when they have to save a life. And, about their job… he’s proud of them, of course. He sees how much passion and dedication they put in their work. But… they’re so different… he’s an assassin and they a doctor. He takes life and they save people. Basically they fight on opposite parts, like an angel and a demon. Could a love like this last?

He decides to try it all, revealing them what he does for living. He doesn’t shy away, always looking in their eyes: does he fear rejection? He does. It’s the first time since long, long time that he allows himself to grow so attached to someone, so losing them would be devastating. Still, he shows the bravery and stubbornness that made them fall in love with him and, at their questions, he answers sincerely: no, he doesn’t enjoy killing. Yes, he does it for money. Yes, he’d choose again this road, since it was the only one available, when he found himself alone in the past. No, he’d not quit. He can’t leave his squad. And so his s/o just hugs him, accepting him for who you are, asking him, however, to be careful. Now he doesn’t have to be more reckless just because a doctor lives with him!

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #neutral s/o #doctor s/o #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

[datarevived]

   -- X.X ᴄʀᴀɴᴋ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

It's a quiet day today outside the City's walls. With a sky clear as the great sea, and the sun beating against the gentle winds of nature, it's a well enough day off that anyone could ask. The sound of revving sparrow harrowing in the distance.

" Y'know, I did say you'd make it out as a Hunter. "

It had been two Guardians that had taken advantage of the day and recent occasion. Of the duo, an Exo seeming incredibly enthralled over celebratory matters -- digits fumbling over different knobs and settings as he sat upon summoned bike. His Ghost, a familiar eye sore as it hovered near the front of the vehicle, scanning for any inconsistencies before complying with the ideals at hand, as if making note to every detail that structured the sparrow thus far in its' anatomy. 

" Yeah? " secondary voice speaks, arms crossed upon blossomed chest as Awoken eyes blink at the scene at hand. Dawning that of a wrinkled cloak, recently gifted by the Vanguard, himself, she prides herself in its' notion with a brief chuckle, tilting her head in speech. " Something you guys see that I can't, I guess. Just kinda, going with my gut now. "

" And I get to ride alongside the notorious rep of a Hunter, " a secondary Ghost chimes in -- its' frame recently painted over from pristine whites to a darker, deeper violet.

" Oh, come on, it's not gonna be that bad. Besides, what's so bad about Hunters? Hawthorne and Ikora made the guy sound like a nutcase, but really aside from Bex here, he's the only one whose talked to me like a person, " the Hunter sighed, waving a hand in tone. " Maybe it's an Exo thing? "

The other having been concentrated on something else at the time, sensors heat at the mention of ones' name before turning his neck around toward the other. Golden optics blinking in mild confusion, " --Huh? What? You called? " a sudden spark pinching against the steel beneath cotton gloves, "  --ouch!-- Screws, you said this part was clear! "

" S0rry. "

" Ugh, it's really like you're tryin' to get rid of me some days, " the Exo whined, a dramatic hurt in his voice before snapping back over to the other duo. Shifting upon the seat slightly as he stretches his back some, resituating posture with hands resting in front of his sit. " S'what's an Exo thing? Being courteous? "

" Somethin' like that, " Selene giggles, waving a dismissing hand on the subject before walking over. Icicle-toned eyes examining in further detail the exterior workings of the vehicle, few numbers and gauges highlighted in a red print against steel plating. The handles, both equipped with protruding locks and buttons, none to which she understood how they worked. 

Not yet, at least. 

Having accidentally committed to driving lessons in her recent return of the City below, Bex being far more excited on the subject of teaching. She couldn't help but feel somewhat mislead, that it would in fact be the witnessing of ones' learning, and not necessarily the teaching routine that provoked the gleeful intent. At least she knew how to shoot a pistol, now.

" So, real easy, right? " Bex comments, scooting back slightly as he gestures towards the monitors in front of him. " This one is your speed, and this one tracks how far you travel from point A to B. Real handy when doing recon," he points, moving his finger elsewhere to a secondary dial, " This? Never really remember what this does. But, never seems too important? Screws hasn't told me anything about it. -- Anyway, this here? " a mashed in button, " Use to be a firin' ma'jig before I busted it up beyond repair. Could never bring myself to bring the ol' girl to the Holidays for a tune up -- "

" He has not paid off his debt for the last run, " his Ghost interjects. Pausing the explanation completely, Warlock's head prodding toward the front of the vehicle.

" Hey -- Screws? Ya done good buddy. Pack it up now. Catch some zz's! " the Exo sneered, waving a wrist towards the front of the sparrow. A hesitant means to react before the curved-shaped shell dissipates in a flash. For good measure, awaiting several seconds after before turning yellow optics back to his Awoken ally, addling a shrug. " And this here, this is your gas, " he extends a hand upon one of the handles, twisting it gently as it purs. " More ya twist, more ya go. Always important to have both hands -- and if you wanna go really fast, use both hands! S'great! "

" Both handles are used to.. accelerate? " her head tilts a moment, perplexed. 

" On this model? Sure! "

" Is that even safe? "

" Is what safe? " the Exo blinks.

" That... know what? Never mind. "

" That doesn't sound safe at all, " the remaining Ghost whirls, its' optic narrowed in concern as it looked between the two Guardians. " Are you sure this is the right place to do this? "

" It's fine Data, " Selene assured, giving a nod in his direction.

" Data? Buddy has a name now? " Bex inquires, looking over upon the painted shell as he hops off the sparrow. " Nice to properly meet ya' acquaintance, little light! "

Taking her own turn in the seat, the Awoken slides over in place -- her feet just barely touching the ground from where it hovered as she picks up the conversation. " They're like little memory machines, right? I figured Data would be a easy name for him. " A hand running over the glass of reflective numbers, she picks up her feet and rests them upon the grips at its' side. Getting a feel for comfort before utility, the steady hum comforting to the rumble in her chest.

" She's a little out-dated, but, still does the trick jus' fine, " the Warlock moves over towards the front, giving the build a soft pat. " Had her since... man, time goes by fast. "

" You name your sparrow, too? "

" Name? Well... I mean, yeah ... who wouldn't? She uh... Her names' uh... F.. A.. Asterid. Asterid's her name, reliable girl. "

" Does Screws know about this? " Selene smirks, quirking a brow in playful question as doubt swims effortlessly in the air. 

" Screws? 'Course he knows! He and she? Best friends. Hands down, " Bex nodded, lifting his open palms aside in defensive measure. " Except for when shes' feelin' testy. Then they're not best friends. "

"And you mentioned before that uh... if something does go wrong, your Ghost can reforge the sparrow in its' entirety, right? " the Hunter hums, now resting both her hands upon handles, softly gripping and getting a comfortable lean in her posture. Though careful enough to not accidentally trigger anything -- the tensions upon grips still resting at her fingertips.

" Sure can. Part of their little gift - small things like a sparrow or somethin', scans and duplicates it just like us. Makes for a nifty transport when you need some speed out in the blue. Or when y'uhh... y'know, miss a turn going too fast and launch off the cliff side. "

" ...What was that last part? "

" A poorly learned experience -- moving on, " the Exo snapped, rolling his wrist with an index pointed upward to the sky. " So! Ready to rev'er up? Know what true speed n' bliss is?! "

" How bad can it go? " the Hunter chuckles, responding with solid nod before turning her attention back forward. A landing zone of flat land for at least a couple miles, little to no obstacles in the midst for her to get use to the steering. It would be a safe cruise from here to there, simple and easy. 

The feeling of power resting beneath her grip, she then cranks one handle forward -- the reaction being... less than expected, the sparrow hardly moving in place but several inches at a time. Confusion muddied her face, a look around before testing both handles at once, this time, only amplifying the speed by a whole 'nother foot worth of travel. Bex and Data standing in place with hopeful expression -- the Exo somewhat cracking in its' exterior as he tried to figure from a distance why the sparrow was moving so... slow.

" Hey, Bex? I think something's wrong, " Selene calls over, both hands still cranking both handles with little to no progression. With a brief jog is Bex able to catch up, over looking all the gears and settings, searching for the issue. It isn't until he scans near her hands that it's found, like a light bulb igniting over ones' head if he could smile.

" Oh, silly! Your pinky is holding on the break, too! " he points, the two far right of the Awoken's fingers having rested upon one of the protruding elements against the handles. " Just take your fingers off that and it'll -- "

                                           --- NYOOOOM ---

It was like a rocket, soaring at the speeds from 5 to 80 miles per hour. The sonic boom of ones' jets, enough to knock the Exo to the ground, flat on his bottom -- optics flickering temporarily in disruption before he shakes himself back to static. Both his sparrow and the Awoken it held captive, now far beyond reach at speeds he hadn't even tampered with personally. A soft hum, as the Ghost approaches the grounded fellow, its' own blue optic blinking in severe concern.

" O-Oh no. Is she going to be all right? "

" She uh... I mean, that's what you're here for, right? " hand raises to the back of his neck in a pinch, before dragging himself upwards to a standing position once more. Shaking out the sand between his exterior parts, arms and legs, before pumping himself up in a sprint to go catch up with his doomed friend. She's gonna be so pissed. 

" Seeeeel! We're coming Sel!!! "

" Ah! She's over here! "

" You --whew-- ya' found her? --hhh--, man. Really -- really gotta, --huff-- get this whole, air thing checked out -- "

It had taken under three miles before registering an immediate location, but in the glance of scanning the wood, Data was able to track down his Guardian with relative ease. A small body, crumpled into itself against the bark of a tree, soft hissing becoming more apparent the closer the two approached before peering into a bush and finding the girl in one piece. Several scratches across her clothing and a single light cut on her face -- she's holding her arm in doing so when blue eyes raise to meet her lost companions.

" Oh -- hey. "

" Sel! " the Exo greets happily. " Man, we thought we'd lost ya! How you feelin? "

" I uh... not... great... " she admits, a cynical tone twisted in her words. A pause in between as she thinks for a moment, following the nudging of ones' head in further forward direction near the road. " You're uh... gonna need that maintenance, " it's spoken in favor of the missing vehicle, a cloud of dull smoke channeling a bit more forward past the fallen trunk of a tree. A clear dent in the mass where impact had crashed upon, inevitably flipping she off the sparrow, and the bike itself to... well, it was too loud or bright to tell at the time. Her priorities remaining to clear distance and get off the road. " Don't think Asterid's taking it too well. "

" And I don't think you're taking it too well, " Data mocks, hovering over towards his Light as he scans over her bio-metrics. " You've injured your arm. Should we get you to a medic? "

" Probably? "

" We'll get ya back to the Tower, then, " Bex agrees, looking upon his own shoulder in silent beckon of ones' Ghost, Screws illuminating back in and steering himself near the roads. With minimal effort, its' as if he's done this too many times -- light accumulating in the shape of the defeated sparrow, not a scratch in sight as it's placed gently on the ground, ready for power. " I'll uh... I'll do the driving. "

" Yeah -- yeah, no. I don't wanna... I don't wanna do that again, " Selene shakes her head, causing her world to spin temporarily, eyes going crossed. " M'wait... for my own. "

" I'm sure Holiday can get ya somethin' more your fit, " Bex laughs as he climbs over the bush now, bending a knee and wrapping her uninjured arm around his shoulders. Helping her up and guiding one back to the road, he seats her in front first -- a taken consideration that it'd be difficult to hold on from behind with her injury, before sliding on the narrow backside, himself, stretching his arms as far forward as he can without squishing her against the counsel. 

The notion causing the Awoken's face to flush -- both a side of embarrassment for having totaled the others' vehicle and paying the price, and the other, being so close proximity to another person. It was... stressing. Knotting stomach comforted only by the soft purring of the sparrow, she looks over to Data in a dismissive tone before they journey back towards the City. This time at reasonable speeds, the Hunter able to properly sight-see as they rode back from which they came.

" I'm going to safely assume that someone had their hand pulled on both handles, eh? "

" I'm going to safely assume that I don't hear you talking. "

" Haha! Fair, fair. Did you at least have fun? "

" I don't really consider something that is panic educing to be my peak set for entertainment. "

" Everyone has their preferences, " the Exo snorts. " How bout this -- we get you checked out, then we go grab some food. My treat for not having a bachelor in sparrow training. "

" You're telling me you're not even certified? " she teases.

" Not even a little bit! "

" Mm... fine deal. But you're coming to the Tower with me. "

" Spicy ramen here we come! "

#✦ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ / drabble #destiny 2 short story #D2 story #destiny rp #destiny 2 rp

[glenncoco4]

Zing

A/N: So it’s been awhile. This is a part of my Our Younger Selves story and I’m considering making it it’s own story. Tell me what you think!

XXXX

She watches as the little brunette beauty runs down the aisle towards her with a shaggy haired might she say quite handsome man in tow. “Mommy! Mommy! Did you see me?!”

Pride shines in her eyes as she bends down wrapping up the tiny brunette that is her whole world in her arms. “Yeah, I saw you, baby. You did an awesome job! I’m so proud of you.” She places a kiss to her daughter’s cheek and turns her attention towards the blonde man. “Hi, I’m Kensi Blye.”

He takes her offered hand. “Hi, it’s very nice to meet you, Ms. Blye. I’m Marty Deeks.”

She sends him a smile. “It’s so nice to meet you, too. Chloe can’t stop talking about you and how fun Mr. Marty’s class is. And it’s Kensi.”

Returning her smile with one of his own, he nods. “Well, she’s a pretty special girl. But you already know that.”

They both look over at the sound of giggling erupting from the little girl being chased by a brown haired boy. Smiles lighting up both their faces at the scene before them then turning back to continue their conversation, something unexpected happens. 

As mismatched chocolate orbs meet those of cerulean blues the term Zing is the only word that makes sense. 

Shaking her herself out of her daze, she tries to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Chlo, time to go.”

The little girl pouts as she walks over to her mother. “Mommy, I don’t want to go.”

“Okay, I guess that ice cream will have to eat itself then.”

At those words the mini version of herself runs over, taking her hand. “You’re welcome to join us Mr. Deeks.”

“Yeah, Mr. Marty, come with us!”

He shares a look with Chloe and then looks back towards her mother. “Yeah, okay. Just let me lock up and I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot.”

The brunette and blonde laugh as the exuberant six year old jumps for joy. “Yay!”

XXXX

As the three walk out to their cars, Kensi feels a tug on her arm. Looking down she sees the pleading look in her daughter’s deep brown eyes. “Okay. Okay.”

“Marty.” She hopes he can’t hear the hesitancy in her voice.

Stopping in his tracks, he turns towards the duo, giving them his full attention. “Yeah?” 

“Chloe was wondering…..” She feels the tug on her arm once again. “We were wondering if you’d like to come to our house for lunch tomorrow.”

The smile that lights up his face is all she needs to know. “Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself. We got the rest covered, right, Chlo?” Kensi looks down at her beaming daughter.

“Right!”

He tries to stay calm, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach is making it very hard to do. “Alright. Great! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” 

XXXX

He takes a deep breath, smoothing out his clothes to make sure he’s as presentable as necessary. Bringing his fist up, he knocks on the door twice before he hears what he can only assume is Chloe’s bare feet hitting the floor as she runs to the door. 

“Hi, Mr. Marty!”

“Hey there, Chloe.” He gives her a smile. 

“Puppy!” His attention turns away from the little girl towards his trusty sidekick. 

He smiles as she runs forward, running her hands through his hair. Looking back up at the sound of another pair of foot steps his brain turns to jelly when he sees the tall vision dressed in red walk towards him. “This is Mon….Monty.”

“Hi, Marty.”

Words. What are words? “Hhh…hiiiii. Hi, Kens.” He gathers himself, hoping he’s not making a complete fool of himself. “You look beautiful.” 

Shocked at his words and the butterflies that erupt within her stomach, she gives him a shy smile. “Thank you.”

They make no move to break their locked gaze. Eyes dancing with something neither of them have felt before. They’re finally broken out of their trance when a barking Monty drags an exuberant little girl through the front door. 

“Come in.”

As they walk through the door he becomes a little more nervous than before. “I hope it’s okay that I brought him. I thought Chloe would enjoy it and Monty needs to get rid of some of the what little energy he has.”

She walks into the open kitchen towards the stove, stirring something. “Of course it okay. She’s been begging me to get her a dog for months so maybe this will help stop the nagging.” 

“Well, I’m happy to help.” He sits on the bar stool at the island and watches her as she moves around the kitchen like it’s nothing. “So what is it that you do?”

Stoping what she’s doing, she looks out the window, taking a peak at her girl and the dog she’s seemingly fallen in love with playing in the backyard. Once she’s satisfied that they’re okay, she turns her attention back to the man whose effecting her like she doesn’t even know what. “I’m a personal trainer. I have my own studio on Pico.”

“Wow, that’s really great.”

She gives him a questioning look. 

“No, I really mean that. To be able to take care of your daughter, be there for her all the time, working full time and doing it alone no less. You’re like a real life Wonder Woman.”

The faint smile that spreads to her face tells him that she doesn’t think so. “Thanks, I do my best. My parents try to help out as much as they can. Sometimes it feels like I’m not doing enough. But I’d do anything for her.”

“I-“

“Mommy, me and Monty are hungry.”

They both shake their heads, trying to rid the buzzing feeling from their heads.

“Okay, sweetie. Go wash your hands and then we’ll eat.”

XXXX

He brings his napkin to his lips to wipe away the last remnants of his dinner. “Well, that has got to be the best meal I have ever had. Thank you, Kensi.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

She sends him a grateful smile. “I’m glad you both liked it.”

He shakes his head. She’s a super mom, this he knows. She probably doesn’t get the praise she deserves most days but he can change that. “Love.”

“What?”

Marty sends her a smile and then turns to her mini version. “We both loved it. Right, squirt?”

Chloe nods in agreement. “Right!”

Nothing else can be said before the seven year old’s attention span shoots to another subject. “Mr. Marty, do you wanna watch Moana?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”

XXXX

A few hours later the credits begin to roll and Kensi looks over to find her daughter beginning to nod off. “Alright, kiddo, say goodnight to Mr. Marty and go get into your jammies.”

The little girl slowly begins to get up and gives a half wave to her teacher as she makes her way out of the living room. “Goodnight, Mr. Marty.” 

“Goodnight, Chloe.”

The adults share yet another smile as they see her get a sudden burst of energy and runs down the hall towards her bedroom singing.

He doesn’t want the night to end, but seeing as though they’ve all had a long day he knows he’d better before he does something stupid. Like spill his feelings for this beautiful woman that he just met standing before him. “Well, I’d better get going.”

“Let me walk you out.”

They stop at the door, neither wanting to say goodbye. “I had a really great time today, Kensi. Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome. We loved having you. Maybe we could-“ She’s interrupted when he blurts out the words.

“Would you wanna go out with me some time?”

A blush rises to her cheeks. “Yeah. Yeah, I would like that very much.” 

Their eyes lock not for the first time today. He takes a slight step forward closing the distance between them. 90/10. He repeats to himself. After a few seconds he’s scared he went too far but then her lips are on his and WOW. 

The kiss doesn’t last as long as either would like but it’s a start. A start to the beginning. “How about tomorrow night?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you go out with me tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, tomorrow is great.”

“Great.” He leans forward, placing another brief kiss to her lips. “See you tomorrow, Kens.”

“Bye.”

She smiles as she shuts the door and slides down to the floor her legs now in a gelatin like state. That kiss. Wow. The sound of her daughter calling for her pulls her out of her trance. And what a trance it was. 

XXXX

One year later……

They’re at their usual spot. Enjoying the waves and the sun, but more importantly, they’re enjoying each other. 

He’s sitting in the sand with his girl cocooned inside his legs and his other girl nearby building a sandcastle. Life can’t get much better than this. 

“Hey, baby, could you stand up for a second? I think you may be sitting on my phone.”

Leaning back against his chest, she turns her head a smirk playing at her features. “What like that’s ever stopped you before?”

He places a kiss to her shoulder, because they’re in a public place and can’t do anything more without being arrested and because the little girl that’s five feet away from them. “Baby, please?”

Sighing, she gets up, but startles when she realizes his phone is next to her bag. “Babe, your phone’s right-“ Her mouth drops open at the sight before her. 

He’s down on one knee, holding the most beautiful ring in between his fingers and reaches for her hand. “Kens, from the moment you walked into that auditorium with this little spit fire over here I was enamored. So much so that you knocked me flat on my ass-“ He stops when the other piece of his whole world gasps.

“Bad word!” A shocked Chloe covers her mouth.

“Sorry, Chlo.” He leans forward placing a kiss on his hopefully soon to be daughter’s head.

Kensi look on as the man she loves cares for her little girl. Like a father would his daughter.

“As I was saying, I can’t promise I won’t let a few bad words slip every once and awhile.” He sends a wink to the little girl making her giggle. “But I can promise that I will love you,” He looks at Kensi and then at Chloe, sending her a smile. Turning his attention back to his hopefully soon to be wife. “That I’ll love both of you with everything I am for the rest of my life. Baby, you make me want to be a better man. The best man. Because that’s what you deserve. You’re the most amazing woman and mother to ever be and I hope that I can grow with you. I hope that maybe I can make things easier for you. Your smile, your laugh….everything. You’re everything to me. I never knew love could feel this way. That I could love someone so deeply that it hurt when I’m not with them. That’s you. You’re my solstice. You’re the one I want by my side. Whenever I have a bad day all I have to do is look at you and know that as long as I have you and your love nothing else matters. One of my favorite things to do is run my finger through your hair. So……will you let me run my fingers through your hair until it’s gray or you’re bald even. Either way…..will you make me the happiest man in existence and be my wife? Will you marry me?”

The tears that are streaming down her face are nothing compared to the summersaults going on inside her. She’s found a man. An amazing man that treats her the way she deserves to be treated. A man that respects her, that encourages her, pushes her to be better and loves her with all he is. Most of all he’s become the father she’s always dreamed for her little girl. “Yes!” She bends down, bringing her lips to his. “Yes. I love you so much. Yes!” 

He stands up wrapping his arms around her waist and twirling her around, bringing their lips together once again. Once they pull back, she places her forehead to his. Their eyes locked onto one another’s, no words need be said. A few minutes pass before he sits his future wife back on solid ground and another nervous look crosses his face. 

The mother daughter duo watch as he reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out the silver chain with a pendant and both of their eyes light up when they see the sea turtle. Calling Chloe over he returns to his earlier position and gets down on one knee. 

“Chloe, squirt, besides your mom you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Watching you grow and discover new things over the past year has been one the highlights of my life. I promise to love you for the rest of my days. To kiss your booboos. To beat up anyone that hurts you and to protect you from all the scary things in life. I promise to make you laugh when mommy’s trying to be serious. To play dress up with you everyday for as long as you want me to. I love teaching you how to surf and how to play soccer. Chloe, just like your mom, you deserve to be loved and taken care of so if you let me I’d love to teach you all the things a daddy is suppose to teach his little girl. Chloe, will you let me be your daddy?”

The excited grin that spreads to her face tells him his answer but what he wasn’t expecting were the tears. As he clips the clasp around her neck, she falls into his embrace. Her tears soaking his shirt. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you, too.” 

If Kensi wasn’t a mess before, she most definitely is now. This man…..god this man of hers. He’s everything. More than everything. 

The shaggy blonde stands up, holding Chloe in his arms as he wraps his free arm around his other girl. The tall brunette wraps her arms around both of them, he places a kiss to her head. “I love you, Marty.”

“I most definitely love you, too, Kens.” 

They watch on as the sun begins to set over the Pacific. A sunset built for a family. 

#Densi #Our Younger Selves #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Densi Fanfic #NCIS: LA Fanfic

[chickenfetus]

HI!!! i like to request ALL of the flowery asks! btw i LOVE ur blog and maybe u????? idk 🌸🌸 (jk i love u alot)

who is this????????/ under cut bc i get rambly 

azalea: what’s one word that describes you?

lame lmao

baby’s breath: what did you want to be when you were a kid?

honestly? my answer’s like yours jen because i wanted to be an astronaut but also a vet and then a few years later i wanted to be something else of a whole different profession but now i know what reality is like and i have no clue what i wanna be whoops

begonia: are you a messy or clean person?

i hate seeing my desk/workspace be messy but i cant bring myself to clean it up either???? bc im lazy 

bleeding heart: has your heart ever been broken?

hMMMMm mmm idk i dont think so

bluebell: do you drink tea or coffee?

i drink tea more than i drink coffee but i drink water more than i drink tea i drink water like. everyday lmao obviously but i drink a lot of water its my brand now

buttercup: what are five things that make you apologetically happy?

what does this mean why is the word apologetically there i cancelled it lmao no negativity in this house

my favorite people (u know who + my friends)

when people answer my anon asks and . they respond with a long reply/seem really happy responding thats my fav fam

this is getting real anime but when i get an UR/4* from scouting 

finding an anime/manga/book that perfectly suits my taste

im very tempted to just say water bc idk what else 2 say 

calla: what’s your favorite book?

ive only read 3 whole books this year but i recommend all of them 

challenger deep - neal shusterman (i could go on about this book for days honestly its so interesting and even though its told by the same person it has two kind of perspectives because there are two settings, that didnt make sense but this book is my new favorite)

see you in the cosmos - jack cheng (i love this one too because its just so warm? made me a little emo but its really good and i love how unique it is, text type wise)

a monster calls - patrick ness (this was something i heard from my school first so i didnt know if i really wanted to get it but its actually pretty good?) 

carnation: what are your five most played songs?

i cant really check using the music app bc i added the songs at different timings so itll be inaccurate ill just do most played song from each band/group

again - astro (this is their best song dont @ me)

letting go - day6

all in/stuck - monsta x

death by a strawberry - dance gavin dance

check yes juliet - we the kings

chrysanthemum: what are you afraid of?

i may not b a child but im still afraid of the dark bc my imagination is wild im also afraid of bugs and disappointing others nice oh shit im also afraid of asking for things

daffodil: what’s your astrological sign?

capricorn 

dahlia: what’s your favorite band?

this question was made for me its day6

daisy: which ‘friends’ character do you relate to the most?

ive never watched friends 

dandelion: are you an extrovert or an introvert?

in between!!!!!

geranium: how has your day been?

its been good!!! i managed to ask my mum 2 take me to hair place so i can get it cut finally and im working on updating my tumblr pages and doing all my tags

hydrangea: what’s your dream job?

pass

iris: who’s your celebrity crush?

pass

lavender: what’s one of the best gifts you’ve ever received?

oH FUCK FAM my friends got me a kermit toy for my birthday i lvoe it 2 dEATH

lily: what’s something you’ve achieved that you’re really proud of?

i got first in my class once wow amazing that was 2 years ago i wish i was as good as the me from 2 years ago 

marigold: what would you like to do more of, but don’t ?

well i want 2 b more hardworking but guess thats too late

morning glory: are you an early bird or a night owl?

now that school is over and i have no reason to wake up early ive become neither which is saddening because... i like waking up at 7am on weekends and doing things early but now i wake up at like 9-10am and i still sleep at 11pm  

orchid: what’s the last movie you saw?

i really dont remember?? maybe uh guardians of the galaxy?? i dont remember who i watched it with and when but it was good actually i remember who i watched it with nvm 

pansy: do you believe in love at first sight?

i dont really believe in romantic love anymore 

peony: what does your url mean?

chicken fetus means an egg

periwinkle: what are you thankful for?

god get ready folks im gonna go on my biggest boxy rant ever...

so boxy is my friend who ive been mutuals for over a year and our first common interest is love live and haikyuu so we had that to talk about but im bad at keeping conversations with ppl on tumblr so that ended quickly but earlier this year or late last year i made a twitter and told people on here about it and she followed me and i didnt really mind/pay attention to the stuff she posted/rted uNTIL. until that fateful day... june 25th... at like 8pm? she rted a pic of mister brian kang with dumb minion glasses on and ok maybe i do believe in love at first sight? bc wow!!!!! whos this dumbass with minion glasses and the fluffiest hair ??? so i slide into boxy’s dm.. expecting an explanation and she gives me a good one saying how brians from a band (i would later find out), day6 and im not a fan of kpop, never have been.. ive only watched like some kpop mvs bc i love my friends so i expect myself to listen to them and get over them as soon as im done. boxy my friend, bless HER she sends me all of their mvs from congratulations to i smile and i watch the first one - i smile and me? i start smiling and i can feel myself getting excited because holy fuck theyre a band! they play fucking instruments??? and at this point im already whipped then i move onto how can i say and that shit blew my mind let me tell you.. so because of boxy... i get to where i am now, proudly stanning 3 groups and if it were not for her i wouldve never gotten into mx as well... boxy is just?? really important to me her impact is just that great?? so im super!! sUPER thankful for her and i dont think she’ll ever see this but boxy i love u thank u so much!! boxy gave me more than one reason to live, and not just exist?? without her i wouldve never been able to make so many (like 2 but hEY) new friends and this probably got so long idk im just really thankful for boxy thank u lord for blessing us with boxy (@/youngkwhom on twitter) (kittenma on tumblr) i hope shes happy forever and i also hope she has good days for the rest of her life?? boxy deserves it i lvoe u boxy

petunia: where were you ten years ago?

10 years ago i was like 6 probably watching pokemon or some shit and getting glasses

poinsettia: where would you like to be in ten years?

dead thanks

poppy: what’s your online persona?

i dont understad the meaning of persona but an egg?????? 

rose: who’s the last person you spent quality time with?

all my classmates in an exam hall for 2 hours, quality time indeed

snapdragon: what are your goals?

pass

sunflower: what’s your favorite quote?

i think i had one before but i forgot so maybe it wasnt my favourite lol idk i dont have one now

tulip: if you had three wishes, what would you wish for?

for all of my favourite people to be happy forever

a good future

i want astro, mx and day6 to get an award for all of their hardwork thanks

violet: what’s one thing most people don’t know about you?

i was gonna say smth negative but lets not hm m m i? ?? ill put smth irl ppl probably dont know either uh hhh i guess?? that i eat a lot?? but also get full really quickly but then really hungry right after that idk thanks digestion

zinnia: do you believe in magic?

no ????/ idk is there any evidence that magic exists 

JEN !!! thank u so much for asking even tho u probably asked just to get back at me but this was still fun ask memes will never get boring bro,. i love u and i hope u have a good evening also i love ur blog too moon anon probably already told u

to anyone who actually bothered reading through this mess - thank you and i hope you have a good day/night too!!

#vampbin #asks

[chusset]

Boston Rain

omg so I’ve been sick as hell for a few days and have done literally nothing before and after work because I’ve been slowly dying.  ANYWAY, I run a sneeze fetish blog (the url is @sf-galaxy if you’d ever wanna check it out!! No pressure. I just post a lot of....well, fetish shit lol) so I was really feeling In the Mood for some fetishy writing because my recent fics have been more mundane I guess---anyway I will always love Spencer and Tim and I just remember that summer when we stayed up til the buttcrack of dawn crying about them, and I just!! love sneezy Spencer so much!! We didn’t do a hell of a lot with him fetish-wise because I think we mostly focused on Klaus and Phin with a few other folks peppered in (peppered, get it, lol), and like--- 

okay so I know he HAD a cold when he was hanging out with Cassidy and then it just got worse as they went, but I tweaked it just a bit for this fic so that he had the beginnings of a cold, but didn’t really notice until he and Tim were in Boston. And we’ve mentioned here and there that Tim and Spencer would sort of ‘catch’ the fetish, and I guess this is sort of my take on how Tim would start to really get into it? Like....Idk if this makes sense, but before I was thinking that after hanging out with Dahlia and Eloise and then, he’d be like “Hey you’re right, this is pretty hot”, but now I guess I just think it’s sweeter if he is just SO enamored with Spence that he just starts feeling that on his own? And Tim’s still struggling with his Gay Panic so he like!! Reeeeally wants to hug and kiss and love Spencer at this point and it’s beginning to outweigh his constant DON’T BE GAY thoughts

Ughh what else---so I’m sort of tweaking Alchs so they have normal mouths, but their eyes are still sort of freaky---still working on it!! And this is sort of fucking long lol so let me know if you see this but have to wait til you get out of work or something to read it later or whatever---ALSO YEAH I KNOW I have like 3 things i still need to finish but this was killing me to get out!! @chillediplier  @carolionel please tell me what you think!

ALSO WAIT so this post ( http://sf-galaxy.tumblr.com/post/156026087020/kalla-lily-i-am-weak-for-the-idea-of-a ) really sort of inspired me for this too? I’m sorry omg but the idea of Spencer just sneezing everywhere makes me weak!!!

also fuck!! idk why it keeps formatting it weird and putting needless spaces in different spots!! UGHHH anyway please continue 

Tim didn't care if Spencer caught him staring. Well, it wasn't so much that he didn't care, but just that he....didn't acknowledge it. All he could do was feel his heart pound in his ears. "HihhHHH..." That shaky gasp of breath, that twitching pointed nose, the way his eyes rolled up just before sliding shut.... "HihhhHH--!! HEehhHHKKShuuHH!!" Spencer finally released, snapping at the waist as the sneeze barrelled out of him. He sniffled blearily and blinked, reaching to rub under his nose with a crooked index finger. "Sorry...." he breathed, though the soft exhale sounded like it was relieved more than anything. "Gesundheit...." Tim chuckled, fingers itching to place his hand on Spencer's back. Or his arm, or his shoulder, or anywhere at all. Tim wanted nothing more than to hold Spencer, no matter how much he tried to deny it to himself. "I told you, you should've brought a jacket...." Spencer sniffled again, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. "Ah, hell, I'm....fine, dude," he said, response delayed a beat when his nose twitched irritably again. He sniffled, giving the reddening appendage a wiggle. "I don't g-get sick that much...." "Well, you're gonna get sick in this weather..." Tim murmured, looking up as the light drizzle fell from the dreary clouds over Boston. It wasn’t enough to make him rust, but it would get worse. Maybe it was the feelings he was catching recently, but this felt like the perfect weather to curl up and---dare he say it?---cuddle in. His cheeks burned at the very thought.   "Man, I spent the last two years bustin’ heads in 2-Fort. I think I can handle a little rain...." Spencer told him with a confident smile and a shiver that he couldn't quite hide. An instant later, he sniffled loudly and reached to palm the underside of his nose. "Nose just itches...." How was he allowed to be this cute? How was Tim allowed to feel so damn affectionate and soft after years of being anything but? "Here...." Tim murmured, unbuttoning his letter jacket as he spoke. The jacket was one that he won in a Game Stop raffle as a teenager, with the logo of the classic game The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wind sewn into the back.  The jacket was a size or two too big, but it was one of the few things he brought with him when he first became an Alch, and even though he rarely grew cold anymore, he still kept it for nostalgia's sake. He offered it to Spencer with a firm hold, so the other man couldn't push his hand away. "Nah, nah, man, I-I'm not gonna take your---" "Take it. I'm not cold," Tim insisted with an easy shrug, as if his stomach wasn't full of butterflies and his heart wasn't aching with the desire to do far more than just offer Spencer his jacket. The ex-Scout took a long moment to consider this before he shivered again at a cold breeze. "Th-Thanks, B..." he said, taking the jacket to slip on. He quickly buttoned it up, sighing at how comfortable and warm it was. The jacket was too big for him, and he practically swam in it with the sleeves going an inch past his fingers. He sniffled again and reached to toy with one of the buttons. "It....smells like you," Spencer said after a moment, a light smile teasing at his lips. Tim flushed and shoved his hands in his pockets, gaze falling to the ground shyly. "I-I'm guessing that's good?" he chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah, real good...." Spencer nodded, taking another deep inhale of the sleeves. "Like....motor oil, but just a little bit. And also like...apple cider, sorta." Tim couldn't help but laugh. "Motor oil and apple cider, huh? Well, I do like chugging cider when it's cold like this....and I did have to change my oil last--..." he paused when Spencer stepped closer to him as the walked, their shoulders pressed together. "....month," he finished weakly, wondering if Spencer could hear his heart pounding. Spencer looked down so the collar of the jacket hid his shy smile. "Whatcha wanna do for dinner?" Tim thought about how easy it would be just to link his arm with Spencer's. Or maybe put his arm around Spencer's waist, or his shoulders. Even just placing his hand on the small of his back was far more than Tim was brave enough to do. "I dunno....room service?" Tim suggested, slipping his hand down to gingerly tuck his pinky finger into Spencer's jean pocket. It was a small move, but it had Spencer moving closer. Spencer sniffled again, looking to his nose with irritation. "R-Room service is....ehHHHxpensive...." he said airily, determined to try and shake off the building sneeze. "Don't worry about it....You let me take care of that." "Nghh...fine, b-but I'll p--hihHHH--pay you b-back...." Spencer hitched, his lashes falling shut as he had to completely stop walking, his body momentarily distracted with the maddening tickling in his nose. He absently raised both sleeves to his face, nose scrunching with a final shuddering hitch. God. I love him. "HeeIIKKchhUUHH!!" Spencer sneezed, buckling into the sleeves before his breath immediately hitched again, brows drawing up with the shaky inhale. "IhhHKcheeUUHHH!! Ohhh, fuck..." he breathed, lashes still shut as he rubbed his nose with the oversized sleeve. "That was buggin' the h-hell out of...me...." he exhaled, looking to be on the cusp of another sneeze. The strangers on the streets of Boston didn't matter to Tim in that moment. Nothing, nothing at all mattered except for Spencer. What was ever important to him before Spencer? "Oh--shit, man, sorry...." Spencer winced a moment later, drawing back from the sleeves he'd just sneezed into. "I didn't---I didn't notice I..." He froze, blinking in surprise when he was pulled close to Tim's side, an arm wrapped around his waist. "....B?" Tim smiled warmly, holding Spencer close as they walked. "Gesundheit...." Spencer only paused briefly before melting into Tim's embrace, his temple lulling against the other man's. "Sorry for sneezin' all over your jacket...." "Don't be," Tim chuckled. "You're not classy like Klaus and carry a handkerchief, so you really don't have many options," he teased. Spencer snorted, rubbing under his nose once more. "Hey, I probably would if I had a water faucet for a schnoz like him. And I'm plenty classy! I was voted Sharpest Dresser in high school." "You were not!" "Well, another kid named Spencer was, and the yearbook committee screwed up and put my picture in instead of his-- but it's my face attached to it!" This had Tim laughing out loud. "Hell, I'd tell people that, too, if that happened to me..." he snorted, reaching with his free hand to dry his eyes. "You’re funny!” Spencer's nose crinkled with a laugh of his own, and Tim felt his heart swell all over again. "Man, I was like Charlie Brown in school! Always trippin' over something or screwin' somethin' up....Took me a while to grow into my legs, I guess...Guess I've always been sorta....I dunno, awkward and annoyin', though...." "Shut up," Tim ordered with a frown. "You're not annoying." Spencer sighed, giving him a light, half-hearted smile. "I know you don't think I am...But I always feel like I get real....loud, ya know, a-and obnoxious....And I don't try to be, b-but I can just....feel myself getting annoying. Especially around Klaus and Eloise and Leon and them... They're my friends, yeah, but they're so chill...." "Eloise started crying yesterday because there was an old man sitting by himself at the diner.” 

“Well, yeah, but that was sorta sad...”

“And Leon cuts people open with his psycho girlfriend. And Klaus went batshit on Lionel when he was flirting with Eloise. I mean, I'd probably go batshit if someone was flirting with you," Tim said with a shrug, cheeks reddening a bit, "But I guess my point is that they're far from chill, and so are everyone else we hang out with....I still love Eloise, even if she cries at the drop of a hat. And hell, I'm starting to love Klaus and Leon, too, even if they can get a little nutty...." He met Spencer's eyes and smiled warmly. "And they love you, even if you get a little excited. Hell, I love it when you get excited!" he couldn't help but gush.

Spencer blushed himself, sniffling and holding the jacket closer around himself. "R-Really....?"

"Yeah!" Tim grinned. "When you talk about baseball or video games or something you're pumped about, your eyes get so bright and you talk a mile a minute and...and you're so damn cute," he said quietly, his expression softening. "I've thought that since the moment we came home after busting you out of 2-Fort. That you were cute. 'Course, I wouldn't let myself think about it much....Didn't wanna think I was.....ya know...." Spencer's gaze fell, looking down and away from Tim. "Y-Yeah, I getcha...." he murmured. Tim swallowed and gave Spencer a ginger hug with his arm. "....B-But I am," he clarified quietly, knowing his cheeks had to be burning. "I'm....ya know....with you...." It took a moment, but Spencer finally returned Tim's fond look. "...I-I'm...ya know....with you, too, man..." he said softly with a growing grin. The both of them just smiled to each other, their faces close and their bodies closer as they made their way down the busy Boston sidewalk. A moment later, Spencer yanked his sleeves up to his face again, buckling into them fiercely. "HeEEHHKshhhUUU!!" "Woah,bless you...." Tim exclaimed, feeling Spencer's forehead once he straightened. His Alch tech didn't detect a fever, but that didn't ease his fears any. "You might be coming down with something...." "'M fine....just cold," Spencer sniffled loudly, twitching his nose back and forth. "Ugh! Let's just hurry up to the hotel. You said it’s close, right? I gotta grab a tissue..." "Oh?" Tim hummed before slowing his pace dramatically. "Well, we should put some speed on it...." "You're a dick!" Spencer laughed, trying to keep going faster while Tim slunk behind him. "Doooon't....goooo....alooooooone....." Tim drawled out as if he were in slow motion, taking sluggish and dramatic steps, clinging to Spencer’s arm.  "You do know you're grabbin' the arm I just sneezed into, right?" "Oh. That explains why it's wet." "Shut up! It's not--" Spencer only paused in his laughter when thunder clapped overhead. A few people on the sidewalk took out umbrellas, clearly anticipating this in the weather forecast. This had Tim straightening. He took Spencer's hand and scurried along, feeling the previous drizzle become a fine sprinkle. "Come on, it's just another block...." Spencer flushed when Tim held his hand, hurrying along beside the Alch. "What? You gonna rust or something?" "I might..." Tim murmured, seeing the lights of the hotel ahead. "There! That's the place I made the reservation...." Spencer followed his gaze and gaped. "Dude...You got the Sheraton? I love this place!" "I know! You told me!" Tim couldn't help but grin, despite their predicament. He desperately loved the look of joy on Spencer's face. "I mean, I remember mentioning it a bit, but..." Spencer beamed ear to ear to Tim. "You just remember everything, don't ya?" Tim stopped at the corner as cars zoomed by, not noting any passersby. "Nah. I just pay special attention to you in particular." He gave Spencer a swift, adoring kiss, and continued across the street an instant later. Spencer blinked in surprise, but kept moving alongside Tim. He seemed dazed, and Tim worried that he didn't appreciate the surprising (and public) kiss. But his worries were eased a moment later when that dazed look lead to Spencer yanking up the collar of the jacket over his nose, buckling into it with two sudden sneezes. "IhHHZHHUU!! HiHH-!! HeeEEKCHUU!!" "Woah! Bless you, bless you--" HiiIIHHCHHuUUHH!!" "Bless you..." Tim finished fondly, kissing Spencer's cheek before he could help himself. Spencer visibly blushed, collar still over his nose. His eyes crinkled with a hidden smile as Tim guiding him into the automatic front doors of the Sheraton. The rain was coming down harder now, and they slipped into the safety of the hotel lobby just in time to avoid the brunt of it. The both of them panted after that mad dash, fingers still entwined together. They were silent, until Tim reached to smooth Spencer's wet hair from his forehead. "I'm gonna check in..." he said softly, rubbing his thumb over Spencer's. "You have a seat, huh?" "'Kay..." Spencer nodded, his voice low as well. They parted, and Tim resisted looking back to Spencer as he strode to the front desk to check in. As he waited for the concierge, he glanced back at the ex-Scout, who stood by the roaring fireplace. Spencer plucked tissue after tissue from a box on the coffee table, blowing his nose again and again. His third blow was interrupted by a muffled sneeze into the tissues, and Spencer sighed exhaustedly before blowing his nose once more. "Poor baby...." Tim couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I'm sorry, sir?" He jumped and looked to the gentleman behind the counter, fumbling with his wallet. Once he got the room keys, Tim went back to find Spencer in the same position by the fire, though he was now shivering. Before Tim could ask, Spencer said, "I'm soaking....d-didn't wanna sit down...." he sniffled, clutching the tissues in his fist. Tim nodded in understanding, slipping an arm around Spencer's shoulders to start for the elevator. "Aww, babes, you're freezing...." Spencer shook his head, hugging Tim's jacket tighter around himself. "N-Nah, I'm alright..." he murmured, letting his head lull on Tim's shoulder as they waited for the elevator. Barely a moment passed before he took in a shaky breath. Spencer rose a sleeve to his face, but didn't make it before sneezing wetly down towards his chest. "HIiiKKCHUUU!! Ughh...." he breathed, lashes sliding shut with a sniffle. "S-Sorry, B....I think I've sneezed on every inch of your jacket by now..." "Quit being sorry...." Spencer didn't answer that, but gave Tim a small smirk. "I....liked you callin' me 'babes', though...." Tim rose his eyebrows and chuckled. "You did? Heh, well, now you're permanently 'babes' in my book..." He lead Spencer into the elevator once the doors opened, his arm still protectively around the other man. "...What changed your mind?" "Huh?" "I mean...y-you weren't real interested in....PDA, or....I dunno....bein' in a relationship before..." Spencer shrugged. The words 'in a relationship' sent a strike of fear into Tim's heart, but it also warmed it. "...I'm interested in you," he finally decided on, placing a kiss on Spencer's temple. "And that's all I care about. Our friends....Well, hell, they don't need to know...." Spencer was quiet a moment before meeting Tim's eyes. "Well....m-maybe I want them to know. N-Not right now, but....I mean....I know this is sort of our 'first date' and all, but....I mean, we're real into each other...and if we want to keep this up...then I would want to tell them after a while...." Tim nodded, shame tugging at his soul as he knew he never wanted another soul that they knew to know about this. He wasn't gay. Spencer wasn't gay. Well, hell, maybe Spencer was, but Tim wasn't and he refused to entertain the idea. This was....not a mistake, but more like a one-time thing. Maybe these feelings would pass? The thought hurt the hell out of his heart, though. He felt a stab of panic at the thought of being without Spencer, but he also panicked at the thought of telling another soul about this.  "We can talk about it more as we go....Alright?" Tim finally said, hoping Spencer didn't note how completely freaked he was. A small smile pulled at Spencer's lips. "Alright...Thanks, B..." Before the elevator reached their stop, he turned and fully embraced Tim, who took a step back in surprise. They were soon both melted in the warm, affectionate hug, holding each other silently. Until Spencer sneezed, anyway. He didn't release Tim all the way; Just pulled back so he could reach up with one hand, burying his nose in the huge jacket sleeve. "HuuUHHCHHUUU!! Ohhhh---sorry...." Tim didn't let Spencer pull back, yanking him back into the hug. His mind raced with thoughts of Spencer keeping hold of him while he sneezed, Spencer shuddering against him, Spencer letting out that weak little moan afterward, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer..... "....B?" Spencer quirked his head, looking down between the both of them. "You....You hard?" The elevator let out a pleasant little 'ding' when it stopped on their floor. Tim knew he wasn't able to blush much, but he felt like his face was six shades of red. "S-Sorry! Sorry, man,  I--- I didn't---I wasn't---" 

Before he could continue, Spencer kissed him hard, hands slipping to hold his waist. Tim didn't see any reason to reject the kiss, despite his embarrassment, and leaned closer into Spencer's embrace. The elevator doors began to close, and Spencer jabbed at the button to keep them open. "What's our room number?" he asked against Tim's lips. "1031...." "Let's go." Without another word, they hurried out of the elevator like there was a blazing fire in there. 1000, 1001, 1002.... "B....." Spencer said, eyes wide as he looked to the Alch. "Do you--- ah, I mean--- you got anything to...put on?" 1009, 1010, 1011.... "What? Like a condom?" "W-Well, yeah...." "Why the fuck would we need a condom? As if I'm gonna get pregnant!...Can you? If you can, I mean, it's totally cool, man, I don't care and I still wanna---" "No! I mean, cause--- well, haven't you been with a lotta girls?" Tim couldn't help but laugh. "Well, yeah! But my tech won't let me catch anything! You're safe! I promise!" 1016, 1017.... "A-And, I mean....look, dude, I-I ain't ever...." "Fucked a man? Shit, you think I have?" "N-Not that, but I mean--like---any...." Tim tried not to laugh, resulting in a strangled cough. "You're a virgin? That's so cute!" 1026, 1027.... "Sh-Shut up!" Spencer exclaimed, cheeks burning red. "I mean, I'm just not...I-I dunno if I...W-With a dude, anyway, c-cause I've never had anything---ya know, there...." 1031. "Don't worry about it..." Tim breathed, melting back into a kiss before he opened the door with a pleasing little 'click'. He pulled Spencer in, kicking the door shut behind them. He went for the jacket that had been serving as Spencer's well-loved warmth til them, beginning to unbutton it. He couldn't even admire the fancy hotel room. "I'll take care of you...." Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but the protest died in his throat as Tim moved their hips together, the both of them stiff by now. He went for Tim's buttons, practically having the shirt off before he buckled down towards both of their chests. "---GhHHSHHUUHHH!! S-SorrreeHHH--- HeEEKSHUUU!!" "God, bless you...." Tim panted, pressing a hungry kiss to Spencer's lips. He fumbled with the button of Spencer's jeans, but succeeded in no time. Once the jeans were off, Tim wasted no time in yanking down Spencer's boxers to expose his stiff, heated member. "Fuck....." came his breathless gasp as Tim sank to his knees. Spencer sniffled quickly, palming the underside of his nose to keep a runny nose at bay. He looked like he wanted to protest, but could only let out a shaky exhale as Tim took him into his mouth. Spencer leaned against the wall, hips giving an involuntary buck. "B-Baron..." he pleaded, head lulling against the wall. Tim himself was still stiff as a board, and he wondered if Spencer had ever pleased himself before. Surely, he had? 

“F-Fuck, B, I’m....I-I’m gonna...”

Tim closed his eyes and thought about Spencer in his bed at 2-Fort, back arching, fingers curled around his cock--- "HhihhHHHH--" As orgasm and a sneeze both built up so intensely, until he finally had to--- "HeEHHHGSHHUUU!!" Spencer snapped down towards Tim, the sneeze sneaking up on him while he was so consumed with being pleasured. At the same time, Tim couldn't help but moan around Spencer's member, his eyes rolling up as the best orgasm of his life ripped through him. "Ohhhh--- f-fuck----sorry...." Spencer panted, thighs shaking as his fingers wound in Tim's hair. He didn't even notice the other man's climax, far too distracted as he neared his own peak. Tim struggled to continue working at Spencer's member, his mind seemingly traipsing through time and space after that intense result. He had never come without having his cock in something or being touched by someone. He got ahold of himself soon enough, holding Spencer's thighs still as they trembled. Spencer let out a weak moan a few moments later, cumming with another buck of his hips. Tim took his release in full before giving Spencer’s member a few more finalizing licks. “Bless you....” he said softly before kissing Spencer’s tip. "B...." Spencer breathed, drawing Tim out of his previous thoughts. He flashed a tired grin, and despite the obvious delight in his face, Tim noted how he still shivered.  "Th-That was--! God!" "Oh, I think God's sort of shaking His head at us right now..." Tim snorted, rising to smooth Spencer's hair from his heated forehead. He took his hand to lead him to the bed, but Spencer stopped them just before reaching it. "Wait. I wanna get you off, too...." Spencer hummed, reaching down for Tim's cock, only to find it limp. "Huh--?" "I....sorta already came," Tim shrugged sheepishly, noting the splattered wall. "I'll clean that up before we go....I'm sure they charge extra for cummin' on the wall...." Spencer blinked in surprise but couldn't help snorting. "You couldn't really have been that turned on by me sneezin' on you?" "What--!? Of course not! I was just-- excited---and---" "Calm down, I was just kiddin'...." Spencer chuckled a bit hoarsely. "As if you're like Elle with that kink a’her’s....B-But, heh, sorry about that...Couldn't really help it, I was so..." "Enthralled with my cocksucking abilities? Yeah, they're pretty great. Thank you for noticing." Spencer rolled his eyes and smirked, giving him a light shove before pulling back to cough against his fist. "Sorry..." he winced, palming the underside of his nose. "Cold weather still gettin' to me...." Tim's expression softened as he sighed. He gingerly lowered Spencer's hand so he could kiss his nose. "You've just got a cold, Spence...." Spencer flushed and looked down. "....M-Maybe....Just don't tell Leon, huh? Or Jo! God, she's even freakier than Sasquatch....Or Eloise, cause then she’d just worry...” Tim chuckled and nodded, rubbing his thumb over Spencer's. "I won't breathe a word. Now, you get in bed, and I'll run downstairs and grab something to eat." "Let's just stay here for now, huh? I just want....” Tim nodded, pulling back the blankets on the bed. "I just want you, too..." he said with a fond smile, bringing Spencer to burrow under the covers with him. He blushed as the ex-Scout nestled cozily against his chest and asked, "I-I'm not too cold for you, am I?" "Nah, nah....you're actually pretty warm for once, dude...." Spencer sniffled, rubbing his nose with his wrist. He stifled a yawn against a curled knuckle, lashes sliding shut. "I'm....I'm real happy...th-that we're tryin' this out....you 'n me..." Another pang of fear struck Tim's heart. He swiftly swallowed back the panic and kissed Spencer's hair. "I....I am, too...." And they stayed curled that way, listening to the rain tap against the windows, walls, and the cloudy Boston streets.

[beaglesarebad]

Lyrics to Ribald Hash Songs

Taken from Montreal Hash House Harriers Hash songs Down Down Song Here's to ______. He's true blue. He's a hasher through and through, He's a pisspot so they say. Tried to get to haven, But he went the other way. Drink it down, down, down, down Meet the Hashers (Melody - the Flintstones) Hashers, meet the hasher They’re the biggest drunks in history From the hash of the Hague They’re the leaders in debauchery Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years Watch them, as they down a lot of beer Down-down, down-down down-down Down down down down down down down down Down down down down down Down down down down down His One-Skin (Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean) His one skin hangs down to his two skin, His two skin hangs down to his three, His three skin hangs down to his foreskin, His foreskin hangs down to his knee. Roll back, Roll back, please roll back my foreskin for me, for me, Roll back, Roll back, please roll back my foreskin for me, for me, Drink it down, down, down... Sexual Life of a Camel (Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean) The sexual life of the camel, Is stranger than anyone thinks, At the height of the mating season He tries to bugger the Sphinx. But the Sphinx's posterior sphincter Is clogged by the sands of the Nile, Which accounts for the hump on the camel, And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile. CHORUS: Singing, bum-titty, bum-titty, titty-bum, Bum-titty, bum-titty, aye. Singing, bum-titty, bum-titty, titty-bum, Bum-titty, bum-titty, aye He's the Meanest (To: Okinawa Down Down tune) He's the meanest, He sucks the horse's p*nis, He's the meanest, He's a horse's ass. Ever since he found it, All he does is pound it, He's the meanest, He's a horse's ass. He's always pissing on us, He's rotten and dishonest, He's the meanest, He's a horse's ass. Drinking down, down, down, down, Down, down, down, down, Down, down, down, down, Down, down, down, down. Why Was He/She Born So Beautiful? (Done as a tribute to hasher, usually after a down down song, but sometimes as the down down song) Why was he (she) born so beautiful, Why was he (she) born at all. He's (she's) no f*cking use to anyone, He's (she's) no f*cking use at all. He (she) might be a joy to his (her) mother, But he's (she's) a pain in the asshole to me! (Sometimes mooning the recipient) Whip It Out at the Ball Game (Melody - Take Me Out to the Ball Game) Whip it out at the ball game Wave it round at the crowd Dip it in peanuts and cracker jack We don't care if you give it a whack 'Cause it's shoot your goo at the ball game If you don't come it's a shame Coz it's one, two, you've covered in goo At the old ball game This Is Your Hashing Song This is your Hashing song, It isn't very long Drink it down, down, down... Head! Who said head? I'll have some of that, So I did, and it was good And then we f*cked. We f*cked for hours Uprooting trees & shrubs & flowers, like Vikings, with horns on our HEAD! HEAD! Who said head? Shitty Trail (A Song For The Hares) Shitty trail (It sucked) Shitty trail (really f*cked) The hares went and laid a shitty trail (shitty trail) S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L Shitty trail (It sucked) Shitty trail (really f*cked) I would rather drink beer than hash your shitty trail, S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L He Ought to be Publicly Pissed On He ought to be publicly pissed upon, He ought to be publicly shot, He ought to be tied to a urinal, And left there to fester and rot, Drink it down, down, down... Hash Hymn (Same tune as the lyrics. Sing with gestures, as actions speak much louder than words. Standard hash benediction closing down-downs.) (Song master says, 'Respect for the Hash Hymn') Chorus Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot, Cumin' four two carry me home... Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot, Cumin' four two carry me home. I looked over Jordan, And what did I see-ee, Cumin' four two carry me home... A band of An-gels, Cumin' after me-ee, Cumin' four two carry me home... (Song master says, '2nd verse') If you get there be-four I doo, Cumin' four two carry me home... Tell all my friends I'm cumin' twoo, Cumin' four two carry me home... (Song master says, '3rd verse') I'm sometimes up, I'm some-times down, Cumin' four two carry me home... But still my sole feels heav-en-ly bound, Cumin' four two carry me home... (Top) Options: Song master says, 'Harlots', then women do chorus in high pitched voices, screaming in high pitched, exaggerated climax at the each pause. Song master says, 'Real Men', then men do chorus in low, deep voices, exaggerating the size of their p*nis in the 'cumin' gesture by hold both hands apart in sweeping, two-handed mast*rbating gesture and swinging hands low to the ground with 'swing low' Song master says, 'Ray Charles', then pack closes eyes and sings chorus with gestures, moving head from side to side with the beat. Song master says, 'Scooby Doo', then pack sings chorus with gestures using a semi-deep voice with every word beginning with the letter 'W' (Wing Wow, Weet Warriot) Song master says, 'Humming', then pack hums chorus with gestures. Song master says, 'Silently', then pack does chorus silently with gestures only, following the lead of the song master. Song masters who screw up the gestures significantly are traditionally awarded a down down after the song. Song master says, 'Fast Finish', then pack sings loud and fast with gestures) Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot, Cumin' four two carry me home... Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot, Cumin' four two carry me home. (Slowly) Cumin' four two carry me home. Hash Hymn Gesture Dictionary All - Make wide sweeping gesture with hands outward. Angels - Flap hands to side as though flying. Band - Hold hands in front of you, cuffing the fingers and making a gesture as though playing the slide of a trombone. Be-four - hold up four fingers. Carry - Put hands together in front and briskly swing them back and forth as though cradling a baby. Cumin' - Cuff hand and make a mast*rbation gesture. (Some hashers mask the motion with slight of hand by first moving the other hand behind their head and patting it a split second before the mast*rbating gesture, sometimes coughing at the same time). Chariot - Shake both hands outward as though holding the reins and make horse whinnying noises. Doo - Put hands on hips and squat as though taking a crap. Down - Put index and thumb together near crotch as if holding a small p*nis then move the hand downward slightly and wiggle it briskly. Four - Hold up four fingers. Friends - Cuff fingers of left hand held outward in front, with thumb and index finger forming a circle. Rapidly insert and withdraw the index finger of the right hand into the circle in a universal fornication gesture. Home - Hold arms above your head, fingers extended and touching together forming a 'roof' over your head. I - Point to your eye with your index finger I'm - Point to your chest with your index finger Heavenly Bound - With hand holding foot, swing it into the air. Jordan - (River Jordan, traditional) Move hands outward, then right to left, wiggling fingers in a wave motion. (Michael Jordan, U.S.) Make a basketball jump shot motion. Looked - Shading eyes with hand and moving head back and forth as if searching. Me or My - Point to your chest with your index finger. Over - Sweep hand from 'Looked' position outward. See - Point index finger from 'I' position outward. Sole - Point to bottom of shoe. Still - (as in distiller) Make drinking gesture with hand, moving head backward. Sweet - Kiss 1st and 2nd finger and thumb together, throwing the kiss outward. Swing Low - Intertwine fingers forming a cradle and with arms down, swing them back and forth. Tell - Put back of hand to mouth, rapidly moving thumb with fingers as in speaking gesture. There - Point back over your shoulder with your index finger. Two - Hold up two fingers. Up - Cuff fingers in front as holding a long p*nis then move the hand upward. What - Hands out to side, palms up as in a question. You - Point outward with index finger. Walking Around In Women's Underwear (Montreal HHH Posh Nosh version) Lacy things, the ex is missing. Didn't ask, for her permission I'm wearing her clothes, Her silk panty hose. Walking around in women's underwear. In the store, there's a teddy. With little straps, like spaghetti. It holds me so tight, Like handcuffs at night. Walking around in women’s underwear In the hash there's a guy named Yogi . He pretends that I am Murphy Brown. He'll say "Are you ready?" I'll say, "Whoa man! Lets wait until Cheap Thrills is out of town." Later on, if you wanna, We can dress, like Madonna. Put on some eyeshade, and join the parade. Walking around in women's underwear. Lacy things, missing. Didn't ask, permission. Wearing her clothes, silk panty hose. Walking around in women's underwear. We came out at Posh Nosh What’s next? Oh my gosh! Walking around in women's underwear. Walking around in women's underwear... 12 Days of Christmas (Hash Version) Words in brackets to be sung by rest of circle. To be sung to the 12 days of Christmas tune (if you hadn't guessed!) On the 1st day of hashing my true love gave to me... a hand j*b that wasn't worth a f**k (worth a f**k) On the 2nd day of hashing my true love gave to me... 2 tons of chalk and a hand j*b that wasn't worth a f**k (worth a f**k) On the 3rd day of hashing my true love gave to me... 3 check backs, 2 tons of chalk and a hand j*b that wasn't worth a f**k (worth a f**k) On the 4th day of hashing my true love gave to me... 4 false trails, 3.........etc. On the 5th day of hashing my true love gave to me... 5 round the world (beer on head and turn 360 degrees), 4........etc. On the 6th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 6 sixty-niners, 5......etc. On the 7th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 7 sweaty sports bras, 6.......etc. On the 8th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 8 aching arseholes, 7.......etc. On the 9th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 9 gnawed-off nipples, 8.........etc. On the 10th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 10 tons of shiggy (what) 10 tons of shiggy (what) 10 tons of shiggy (what) 10 tons of shiggy (what), 9.........etc. On the 11th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 11 asses icing, 10 tons.......etc. On the 12th day of hashing my true love gave to me.. 12 kegs of beer, 11.......etc.