Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!
A/N: I was feeling particularly flowery and downright silly in this chapter, heads-up. Oh, and don't be fooled by this chapter's title... there is no actually chicken soup of which to speak... it's all supposed to be metaphorical... ahem...
As always, I can't thank you reviewers and readers enough! This story wouldn't be half as fun without your support!
Disclaimer: Uh… I really want to lean towards 'yes'… but, unfortunately none of these characters belong to me – oh, except for the wedding planner, Patterson… but he doesn't really count.
Bridezillas & Kryptonite
~Chapter Eleven~
Misdemeanours & Chicken Soup
The air of excitement was nothing less than tangible on board the Watchtower. For the first time in two week, there was something of a truce between the male and female population on board the space station... or rather, the female populace was too preoccupied with the latest turn of events to even bother being anything less than absolutely cordial towards their male counterparts...
After all, there was going to be a wedding, and the question of dates to such a joyous event would come up soon enough...
When the Huntress and Black Canary personally received their invitations, both of their eyes widened when they saw the date at the bottom.
"Two months?" Helena said incredulously, a delicate eyebrow rising when she looked at the Amazon in front of them.
Dinah seemed to share her sentiments. "That isn't a lot of time – what's the rush?"
"There's no rush." Diana assured.
That was... something of a lie, she chided herself mentally. She and Bruce had talked, and while she didn't want to make any hasty decisions regarding her own wedding, they both agreed that it would be better to, shall we say, speeding things up for more obvious reasons – she wasn't showing yet, it would been wise to capitalize on that while it lasted.
"So," she said, deciding to change the subject, "will you come?"
Helena snorted lightly, "Like you have to ask! I'm not missing this for the world."
Diana smiled. "I was also wondering if you would two would consider being my – what did Shayera call it again - bridesmaids?"
Whatever curious hesitation the female heroes had was instantly replaced with delight.
"Of course we will!" Dinah said happily, her blue eyes bright.
"Good, we're trying out dresses later this week at the Manor."
"We'll be there." Helena said before shaking her head slightly. "Anyway, how many of these do you still need to give out?" she asked, indicating at her own invitation.
"Just one or two more – by the way, have either of you seen J'onn?"
"I think he's in the library," Dinah answered.
"Thank you – I'll speak to you later about the dresses then?"
Helena nodded. "See you around, Di."
Biding both of them goodbye, Diana turned and began making her way to the station's library, internally letting out a sigh of relief – with most of the invitations sent out, she could focus on the wedding chores Jacques had given her.
Speaking of Jacques, Diana couldn't help but feel sorry for the wedding planner – to say that he had been taken by surprise when she and Bruce had approached him again, was nothing short of a gross understatement...
A very flustered Becky had lead Bruce and Diana into Patterson's office – it was around lunchtime, so when they saw him, the planner took a bite out of a rather large hamburger and then wiped his mouth with an embroidered blue handkerchief.
"Never, as long as I live, will I be a vegetarian – or, Lord, help me, a vegan." The man stated and began wiping his hands. He was wearing a sterling white tuxedo – the jacket was slung over his chair as the pale pink shirt he wore was rolled up by the sleeves. He must have just come back from a wedding.
Diana smiled slightly, amused. "May I ask why?"
"Trust me on this one, sweetie," he said casually, "those people are nuts, the whole lot of them. It starts out with boycotting hamburgers and milk, and the next thing you know, you're signing up to save the whales in Arctic Circle. I would know – one of my brides and her new husband are honorary Sea-Sheppards. I mean, she didn't even wear shoes to her own wedding!"
He huffed as Bruce and Diana exchanged looks. Patterson then lightly cleared his throat and stood up. "Excuse me for ranting." He said and flashed them both a pearly-toothed smile. "So... what can I do for my favourite superhero and her dashing husband-to-be?"
"It won't take long," Bruce reassured.
Patterson waved this away. "Talk away," he said and gestured towards the couch. "Sit, sit."
"That won't be necessary." Bruce said, his mouth lifting at the corners.
"Oh?"
"Not really," Diana said, smiling at him, "We only came to inform you that we've finally decided on a date."
Patterson's smile widened and he brought his hands together. "That's wonderful – when?" he asked excitedly.
"Two months."
At this, the smile on Patterson's face systematically fell off as his upper lip twitched.
"I'm sorry?" he said, blinking bewilderedly, he stared at them as if he didn't quite understand them.
"We're getting married in two months." Diana said, concerned.
"Oh..." his was voice strange, strangled and slightly high-pitched. "Great – that's great."
The next thing they knew, he collapsed.
After they had managed to revive him, it was like Jacques had come back to life as a man possessed, demanding, as he sat on the ground which if they had a colour scheme in mind.
He had instantly snubbed he idea of red, white and dark blue ("This is a wedding, not a damn Fourth of July party!") and practically flew back onto his feet and barked at Becky over the intercom on his desk to cancel the rest of his appointments for the day.
He then promptly smiled at them in a slightly deranged fashion and bid them a prim 'good day'.
Diana had met up with him multiple times since that afternoon, and the planner would seem a little more worn out each time and just a little closer to madness.
Distracted by her thoughts, Diana didn't realize she had reached the library until she collided into someone. Stumbling back, she then felt a pair of hands catching her by her upper arms and steadied her – looking up she then smiled apologetically when her eyes met a pair of warm red ones.
"J'onn," she said, "I'm so sorry."
The Martian chuckled good-humouredly and let go. "It's alright; it seemed your mind was somewhere else."
"It was," she admitted, "but it's a good thing I bumped into you, I've been meaning to give you this."
Curious, when Diana gave J'onn his invitation, he read over it carefully and smiled. "I will certainly attend." Also, he added mentally, I wanted to speak with you about something important.
Diana blinked for a moment "That's good to hear." She said, looking down the hall and over her shoulder. J'onn?
"It's about that day you were in the medical ward. Superman had informed me about what he had heard." he said out loud but kept his voice down.
Diana's eyes widened for a moment in realization. The two of them shared a look and understanding crossed over J'onn's face. "Ah... I see. Would it be inappropriate to congratulate you?"
"No, not at all," Diana said, smiling weakly.
"And... I assume this is why you've decided to get married so soon?"
"Yes, but, right now, I would really appreciate it if you kept it secret. Bruce doesn't want too many people finding out."
J'onn nodded. "Of course – who else does know?"
"So far, besides you and Kal, Alfred, Lois and Shayera," She said and frowned. "In fact, I don't think Bruce has told Tim or Dick yet."
"What about the others?"
"I would have preferred it to let everyone know, but I wouldn't want them to jump to any conclusions either."
"That is understandable." The Martian said sympathetically. "If you need any help, Diana-"
"That's kind of you to offer, J'onn, but it won't be necessary." She reassured.
"Very well," he said, pausing for a moment, looking like he was listening to something. "Before you go, Shayera is looking for you – she said something about... cake?"
Diana sighed. "I almost forgot about that." She said and then noticed J'onn's look at her questioningly, "It's one of my chores, I have to pick the cake... which is apparently not as easy as it sounds as it seems there are more flavours of frosting than there are stars in the sky."
J'onn chuckled again. "I wish you the best of luck then."
"Thank you, J'onn." Diana said gratefully and went on her way.
Later...
In the Batcave
Alfred watched with concern as Bruce barked out orders at Tim on the training course in the middle of the Cave. Normally, Alfred didn't have a problem with Bruce's training regime (besides, maybe, that he pushed himself and the boy a tad too hard at times), but, right at that moment, the butler couldn't help but notice that Tim's reactions were slower than usual – that, and he looked a little too peaky for Alfred's taste as well.
Bruce, though he kept his face impassive, must have noticed the same thing, and by the third time one Tim almost got knocked down by one of the automated dummies when he stopped for a moment to cough, he finally spoke up.
"That's enough," he said, "you're done for the day."
Tim managed to whack one of the dummies one more time over the head with his staff before turning to look at Bruce indignantly. "What? Why? It hasn't even been ten minutes yet."
"You're slow – you missed at least five opening, and one of the dummies hit you at the back of your head." Bruce said in a deceptively deadpan voice.
Tim's face flushed for a moment. "You win some, you lose some?" he tried, rubbing the back of his head where the dummy got him.
Bruce just raised an eyebrow. "Have Alfred take your temperature – you're probably getting a cold."
Right as the teenager was about to protest, another sneeze snuck up on him.
"You're done. Hit the showers." Bruce said in a final sort of way.
Tim sighed as his shoulders slumped. "Yes sir." He said with a small sniff as afterthought.
When he left, Alfred smiled slightly. "You handled that better than I would have anticipated."
Bruce merely shrugged just as a beeping drew his attention to the Batcomputer.
When Bruce got there, he was mildly surprised when he saw the incoming transmission came from the Watchtower. Once the channel was open, Green Lantern came up on screen.
"Is this a bad time?" John asked.
Bruce shook his head. "What is it, John?"
"Well... that's actually why we're calling," he admitted just before Bruce and Alfred heard a loud whizzing-kind of noise erupted in the background – as they stared, John's head snapped to the right, "-For God's sake, Wally! I'm in the middle of something here!"
There was laughter and the next moment, the Scarlet Speedster appeared next to John on the screen, carrying Rex in his arms. "Oh, hey, Bats! Dude, you gotta see this!"
John then facepalmed, "Really, Wally, now?" he groaned.
"Rexy," the speedster went on, completely ignoring him, "show Uncle Bats that thing you did to Uncle Ollie and Aunty Dinah."
The one-year-old stared up at him with a slightly tilted head before looking straight at Bruce on the monitor – Bruce, on his part, just stared back at the baby blankly... that is, until Rex's small face scrunched up and he stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.
Bruce blinked as John groaned again and Alfred tried to hide a smile.
Wally roared with laughter again and playfully mussed up Rex's mop of black hair. "Don't you just love this kid, or what?"
John glared at the speedster. "Just wait until you have children – we'll get even..." He threatened darkly.
"Aw, c'mon – it's funny!"
Clearly annoyed, John turned back to the screen. "Anyway... – something weird came up on the monitors earlier." He said, pulling up a smaller image at the top left corner of the screen. "We're not exactly sure what it is, and even then I doubt it's something to freak out about, but we thought you'd like to have a look at it just in case."
Bruce nodded and enlarged the image – it was a piece of footage from one of the Watchtower's cameras in space, and it was positioned somewhere over the Sahara desert at night.
At first, two minutes in the footage, it was pitch black... until, quite out of nowhere was a bright red flash of light and then nothing.
"What in the world...?" Alfred said quietly.
Mentally agreeing, Bruce minimized the image and he looked at the Green Lantern questioningly. "What was that?"
John shook his head. "We don't know. I looked over some other footage, and it's happened in two different parts of the world around the same time."
"Has the monitors detected anything else?" he asked.
"Just this, but like I said, I doubt it's anything to seriously worry about, it's just a weird anomaly." He said just as, unexpectedly, his phone rang. John sighed. "Excuse me."
Bruce nodded and mulled over the information for a moment just as his own phone rang. Fishing it out of his pocket, when he saw it was from Jim Gordon, he turned his back on the computer.
"Jim?" he answered.
"Hey, Bruce, I know I don't usually call unless there's something going on, but is it possible that you could come up to the station?" Jim said awkwardly.
"What's this about?"
"You're fiancé."
"Diana? What happened?" Bruce asked sharply.
"Nobody's hurt, but it's kind of hard explaining that over the phone..." Jim said and coughed delicately almost like he was biting back a laugh. "It'll be better if you just come down and see for yourself."
Frowning, Bruce agreed and ended the call and turning back to the computer.
At around the same time, John had finished his own conversation. "Bats, this is probably going to sound weird, but did you just get a call from the GCPD about your significant other?"
Bruce looked at the Green Lantern strangely until a light went off somewhere in the back of his head.
"Oh my god..." Bruce said and pinched the bridge of his nose.
John sighed. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. I'll be down in the Cave in five minutes."
Eventually...
The GCPD, Downtown Gotham
When both Bruce and John finally arrived at the police station half an hour later, Jim was already waiting for them in the crowded lobby.
"I'm glad you fellas could make it – follow me." The Commissioner said before either of the men could open their mouths.
"Commissioner, what's this all about?" John asked, now in regular clothes as he and Bruce trailed behind him. "Nobody mentioned what happened."
"Like I told Bruce, Mr Stewart, I thought it'll be better if you saw it for yourselves."
"Just tell us this before you show us, Jim – are they charged with anything?" Bruce asked bluntly.
Jim coughed again. "It's a little more complicated than that..." Bruce gave him a sharp look and, eventually, the Commissioner relented with a sigh, "Assault, disturbing the peace, and damaging private property."
John goggled at the older man. "What?"
"Don't worry too much about it, I managed to smooth things over so they aren't officially charged with anything per say – the paperwork's already been taken care of as long as you agree to take care of the expenses... and it'll probably be a good idea if Diana and Shayera avoid the limelight for a while."
When they got to the holding cells, both Bruce and John did a double take when they saw the two women as both Diana and Shayera, for some obscure reason, was covered, head to toe, in a veritable smorgasbord of different flavours icing.
John opened and closed his mouth several times before he just shook his head and sighed. "Do we even want to know?"
Diana laughed awkwardly, her hair was mussed up and her clothes covered with multiple coloured stains. "It's actually just one big misunderstanding..." she said, fidgeting slightly under Bruce's careful stare.
Jim's mouth twitched as he turned to the guard standing next to the cell. "Let 'em out, Marty, they're free to go."
Shayera, for her part, as she and Diana walked out, was grinning broadly. "Are you kidding? That was awesome!" she said excitedly.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that..." John said.
Bruce then approached Diana and gently wiped off a white smear from her cheek with his thumb and tasted it.
"Is this vanilla?" he asked casually.
Diana flushed with embarrassment. "White chocolate," she corrected.
"Huh... not bad," he admitted. "So... I'm assuming the cake tasting didn't go as planned?"
Ten Minutes Later...
After Diana and Shayera had managed to clean themselves up a little, the four of them found themselves in a small, practically deserted diner just across the street from the police station.
Their waitress gave them all funny, backwards glances over her shoulder after she took their orders and retreated back to the kitchen.
The diner was rather empty, so neither of them had to keep their voices down.
"Now that we're here, will either of you going to tell us what happened?" John asked, staring at both women sitting across from him and Bruce.
"There's really not much to tell, John," Diana said evasively.
"Judging by the fact that you've still got cake in your hair, I'm going to have to disagree with you there, Princess." Bruce remarked dryly.
Diana covered her face with her hands and groaned lowly. "It's all really embarrassing." She admitted.
Shayera snorted as she put her arm around the red-faced Amazon. "Please, there's nothing to be embarrassed about,"
"You're charged with assault." John deadpanned.
"Not officially." The redhead reminded him primly. "And it wasn't like we actually hurt anyone... it was just a little cake in the face... and everywhere else... but now that I think about it, the fruitcake might have been a mistake. That thing could be used to kill someone – hypothetically!" She said quickly.
"...And I do think throwing the table through the window might have been impulsive on my part..." Diana admitted very quietly making Bruce stare at her.
Shayera burst out laughing. "No way, as far as I'm concerned, you should snap more – the look on that sales-hag's face was priceless!"
Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corner of Diana's lips before she lowered her hands. "It's a shame we're banned from the premises though... I liked their cupcakes."
"They'll get over it." Shayera said confidently.
"Ladies," John began calmly, "when you two are done reminiscing, can you please let us in to what exactly the hell happened?"
"What do you think, Di?" Shayera asked. "Should we?"
"We might as well."
"Okay, here's the thing," Shayera began, "We were just there, minding our own business, trying to make up our minds whether the actual cake should have Italian butter-cream or regular icing on it... By the way," Shayera said, turning back to Diana, "personally, I think the butter-cream was a better choice."
"It was very nice, but isn't that unhealthy? The main ingredient, if the name is any indication, is mostly butter after all." Diana said as her nose crinkled.
"Oh, who cares? It was nummy... and Italian."
Bruce cleared his throat subtly.
"Oh, right, I'm getting off track." Shayera said. "Anyway, like I was saying, we were just minding our business, and Diana wanted to ask one of the salesladies a question... and then things sort of escalated from there."
Diana sighed. "She wasn't pleasant."
"If by, 'she wasn't pleasant' you mean she was a grade-A bitch then yes, she wasn't 'pleasant' at all." Shayera said dryly.
"I tried to ask her what the better option between the two was," Diana continued, "but, when I approached her, she purposely ignored me."
"And then – and this is where things start getting good," Shayera said gleefully, "she started showing the Princess here some serious attitude."
"I have no idea what came over me..." Diana admitted.
Shayera started laughing again. "Ohh, ohh – can I tell this part?" she asked. "She grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on, tapped the sales-hag on the shoulder and – bam – blueberry cheesecake right in the kisser! And, to top it all off, she said, and I quote, 'Do I have your attention now?'"
Both men stared incredulously at the Amazon.
"You're joking," Bruce said in disbelieve.
Diana shook her head. "If only."
"Of course, the blueberry-flavoured hag didn't take that lying down. She threw a pecan pie our way – we managed to duck, but it did hit the lady behind us... next thing we know, the air was thick with flying pastries." Shayera said happily.
"You... started a food-fight?" John summarized, looking like he was unable to believe his ears.
"That's about the bulk of it, yes." Diana said wearily. "Needless to say, we're not allowed within a fifty foot radius of the North-Western Gotham Bakery."
"Who needs 'em." Shayera reassured. "Besides, I don't know about you, but I had a blast."
Diana rolled her eyes. "Of course you did, you're not the one who started it."
"Think about it this way, if you didn't, I would have, and I wouldn't have used cake to do it either – that woman was asking for it."
"Well... I suppose..."
Just then, while Bruce and John took in what they were just told, their waitress finally returned, but when she did, she placed a large piece of cake in front of Diana – and not just any kind of cake...
Diana's head instantly snapped towards Shayera, glaring at her accusingly.
"I thought you would appreciate the humour." The guilty party said innocently enough though her facade was ruined by the large grin on her face.
Two Days Later...
Wayne Manor
It was with a stuffy head and a sore throat that Tim came down the main staircase – his cold had gotten systematically worse, and it was the first time in forty-eight hours that he had dared to venture out of his room.
The doorbell had been ringing repeatedly for the last five minutes and for some reason, Alfred had yet to answer it (he must have been in the Cave or off doing... Alfred-things...), and since his ears were ringing enough as it was, Tim decided to get out of bed.
When he got to the front door, a large yawn suddenly crept up at him as he opened it. However, when he did, there was some distinctively girlish giggling and a very calm voice that remarked, "That's charming."
Freezing mid-yawn, Tim clamped his mouth shut immediately when his eyes fell on four very familiar faces standing on his doorstep.
Kara and M'gann were still giggling as some dark-haired girl smirked while Cassie smiled dazzlingly at him.
"Hi, Tim," She said cheerfully.
Blinking, Tim then slowly closed the door in their faces, taking a minute so that his mind could catch up with reality.
There was then a soft knock at the door, and when Tim shook his head, he opened it again.
"Um... hi...?" Cassie tried again, biting her lower lip hesitantly.
"Hey..." he said awkwardly, his voice coming out as a croak. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Fittings," M'gann answered. "And, Tim, are you feeling okay?"
"I got a cold," he said, "And, fittings? What kind of fittings?"
"Dress fittings." Kara was still grinning as she explained on, "Diana asked us to be flower-girls, and we're all here to try out a couple of dresses for the wedding."
"Oh," Tim said lamely. "Do you want to come in then?"
The dark haired girl rolled her eyes. "No, we want to stand around out here all day." She said sarcastically.
Tim's eyes widened as he recognized her, "Raven?" he said, amazed at her shockingly normal appearance.
"Before you ask, it's an illusion – we can't exactly have a demon at a wedding, can we?"
"Okay I guess, but wait, you're a flower-girl?" he asked as he moved aside for them to come in.
Raven looked pointedly at M'gann. "I was coerced." She answered dryly and looked back at the boy. "Nice pants by the way."
Tim looked down at his pyjama pants and flushed even more when he remembered it was the pair with the Bat-Signals on it.
The girls laughed again as he remained standing there, rooted on the spot. "Diana's probably in the parlour – that's through the door to your left." He said though gritted teeth, trying in vain not to let his embarrassment show.
"Thanks, Tim." Kara said as they passed him by.
Closing his eyes and counting to ten, Tim decided to shake it off and go back to his room, but right as he was about to start going up, he noticed that Cassie had hung back from the rest.
"I... hope you feel better soon." She said and turning back, disappeared down the hall with the others.
Tim stared after her for a minute and from some reason, his face felt warmer than it had before.
Later...
Eventually, after she had said goodbye to the girls, Diana found a rather glum Tim sprawled out on his stomach on the sofa in the living room, staring at the television screen which he had yet to turn on.
"How are you feeling?" she asked with concern.
Sitting up slowly, Tim coughed. "Sick." He said with a croak.
Walking over to him, Diana gently pressed her hand against his forehead, frowning when she felt he had a fever. Tim, on his part, leaned in against her cooler hand.
"Stay right here," she said.
Tim nodded wearily. "'K..."
When Diana came back a few minutes later, she had a blanket with her she found in one of the hallways' cupboards and then draped it over Tim's shoulders.
Surprised at first, Tim didn't complain and tugged the blanket tighter around himself, "Thanks," he said, looking at her gratefully when she sat down next to him. "Um... did everyone find dresses okay?"
Diana laughed. "You could say that. Raven wasn't particularly keen on any of them at first, but we did eventually settle on something so everyone's happy."
"Oh, then, that's great."
"Yes and one less thing to worry about now." She said, smiling. "Speaking of which, Cassie seemed particularly concerned about you this afternoon."
At the mention of this, Tim groaned. "She didn't say anything else, did she?"
"Not that I know of... why?"
Tim just shook his head. "It's nothing. It's actually pretty stupid." He said before he was overcome with a coughing fit.
Diana patted him firmly on the back until the coughing subsided and then rubbed it soothingly when she saw that Tim closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying it.
"That feels good..." he admitted quietly. "My... my mom used to do that too whenever I got sick."
Diana felt a twinge of sympathy for him. "Tim..."
Realizing what he just said, Tim opened his eyes and smiled apologetically at her. "Sorry... didn't mean to say that out loud." He said sheepishly. "I guess I miss her sometimes."
"That's okay, I understand." Diana said gently.
"But, for what it's worth, I think you're gonna make a good mom."
Diana blinked, surprised. "What? How did you...?"
Tim laughed weakly. "Give me some credit," he said, leaning towards her slightly so that his head touched her shoulder. "I live with Batman."
Diana watched as his eyes drooped shut and smiled softly, her hand still on his back.
Zombies:
"A wedding, we're going to have-"
Mrs. Plum:
"-a wedding cake is no mistake, it must be quite sublime."
Dead Kitchen staff 2:
"We're missing something."
Dead Kitchen Staff 1:
"-Try some dust."
Mrs. Plum:
"I wish I had more time..."
Dead Kitchen staff 2:
"Perhaps there's something I can do, these bones might help a bit."
Dead Kitchen staff 1:
"My nose!"
Dead Kitchen Staff 2:
"Sorry,"
Mrs. Plum:
"Wait a minute...that's it!"
Dead Kitchen Staff 1:
"A little that,"
Dead Kitchen Staff 2:
"A little this,"
Kitchen Chorus:
"The perfect cake is hard to miss.
A wedding, a wedding
We're going to have a wedding!"
- Corpse Bride, 'The Wedding Song' Lyrics
End Note: Ah... the Corpse Bride... great movie. Anyway, as you all might have surmised, this chapter falls perfectly under the category of a classic 'filler'... however, I'm pretty confident you will all love me again immensely after the next one...
I ain't sayin' nothin' further ;)
Oh, in case you're wondering about the last part, one of my reviewers asked to see some Tim and Diana interaction – I felt the need to agree to that and honestly, who doesn't love some familiar, friendly fluff? ...Besides, she kinda had to make it up to him for almost killing him a couple of chapters back...
In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:
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Jeez... okay, I'm done for the night – but, before we depart, I must ask a favour, not about baddies or the likes, but about a matter concerning music – whenever I write I have a particular song in mind and so it might affect the tone and the style of the chapter I'm busy with – I actually began writing Bridezillas listening to Calvin Harris feat. Ellie Goulding 'I Need Your Love' on constant repeat. Anyway, simply put, I've been feeling kind of down lately and normally what cheers me up (and therefore fuels my writing) is a new song – if you have any fitting suggestions, please PM or Review them to me.
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