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#and i found my son's hat in the lost and found bin and i completely broke
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Anon asked “Can you do one shot were before the Kira case L and reader were trying for a baby but after he takes the Kira case they agree to stop and after L meets Light reader finds out she is pregnant. L tries to send her away but she refuses and they end up fighting in front if the Task Force and that's how they find out L and reader are married and that she is pregnant “
pairing: L x fem!reader
warning: mention of food play
requested: yes
A/N: I apologise for the mistakes you will find in my stories but English is not my first language. Sorry ^^”
Y/A = your alias
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Negative.
Negative.
Negative.
Y/N sighed placing the pregnancy test on the sink. It was the second one that week with that same result…Y/N started to believe either she or L were able to have a child.
After a little time off, she washed her face, now her S/C skin was flawless and smooth, and then the teeth. She brushed her H/C hair and took a moment to observe her own reflection: the exhaustion in her E/C eyes was clear (and her job wasn’t helping her) and even her skin lost a bit of colour. In moments like those Y/N wondered what someone as the greatest detective in the world found attractive in her.
Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
«Miss Y/N? It's Watari, I brought you breakfast» the kind voice of L's right-hand man showed a hint of concern and this made Y/N smile. Watari was always by her side, God blessed him.
«Thank you Watari» before leaving the bathroom she threw the pregnancy test in the bin and adjusted the PJs. Once outside the bathroom she saw Watari serving the breakfast in the cart: fried eggs, sausages, back bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread and a slice of white pudding; it was accompanied by tea and hot, buttered toast. To sum up: a typical British breakfast.
«Watari, you don’t have to spoil me like that…» Y/N told him already drooling.
«Miss Y/N, I believe you need some fresh air and relax. Please, enjoy me this afternoon at the shopping centre, I will need your precious advices» and then the old man placed a hot cup of tea on the cart with the rest of the breakfast.
It was not the first time Watari would make such an offer, he knew very well that being L's wife could be stressful. Yes, you heard right: Y/N L/N was L's wife. Despite the young age, both of them got married few years ago and they couldn’t be happier. Well, actually there was something that would make them happier: a child. Both L and Y/N wanted their own child despite the Wammy's House had many orphans.
«They're not orphans, Y/N. They are all adopted by me» L said few months after the marriage when the topic popped out in a conversation. He considered those children as his own, he loved being surrounded by their presence. Maybe because L was a bit childish himself.
However, despite their strong desire to have a kid on their own, it seemed nature didn’t agree with them.
But back to the present. Y/N was thinking about Watari's offer. If people considered L's life as secretive, his wife's one was twice as secretive but Y/N accepted it when she married him: she knew the risks and the conditions of being the greatest detective in the world's partner. So when Watari asked her to go with him at the shopping centre she seized the opportunity and said yes.
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Disguise check. Sunglasses and hat? Check. F/C wig? Check. Y/N was ready to leave L's secret base with Watari.
«Are you ready Miss Y/N?»
«Of course, Watari. Let's go!~»
Unaware of Miss Y/N, Watari hadn’t to buy anything at the shopping centre. It was an excuse to let Y/N leave the base, a chance to get some fresh air. He pretended to buy some stuff for him: a new fedora and raincoat to be precise. He would need them for the new case L was going to take.
«Are you feeling better, Miss Y/A?»  
«Yeah! Thank you Watari! I really needed to leave that place» Y/N was smiling again, her skin had a more healthily colour and all the tiredness in her eyes was gone. Watari smiled too. «However…»
«What is it, Miss?»
«Today's test was negative again and…» Y/N sighed and checked the time on her phone.
«If I could dare an advice, Miss, things will come when you stop looking for them. So don't be sad, it only means it's not the right time…»
Y/N looked at him and smiled. «You're right, Watari»
♰ TIME SKIP ♰
December 2003. L was going to take part at one of those boring ICPO meeting. An emergency Interpol meeting, with delegates from all around the world, held in order to discuss a rather strange situation that was occurring in Japan. They are convinced that something was happening but cannot be sure what it is.
L was going to take the floor but before that he called Y/N.
«Did you call me?» Y/N entered the private and empty room that was L's personal "office": a desk, a fancy armchair and many many computer screens at their highest brightness level.
«Yes. Please, come closer» L replied. When he was with her, his usual monotone voice would become warmer and gentler, something reserved to his wife only.
Y/N walked towards him, next to his armchair waiting for an explanation. «Y/N, this case seems quite interesting. I think sooner or later we have to move»
«We?» she was surprised. Was she really going to go with him? It would be the first time.
«Indeed. If you agree, obviously»
«Of course I agree. I'll help you as always, L»
He smiled and took her hand, kissing tenderly the knuckle. «So would you agree with me if I say that it's better stop trying to have a baby, my dear?»  
Y/N thought for a while, calculating every scenario. «Yes, you're right»
L smiled again, this time wider. «Thank you, my love»
Y/N smiled as well and L returned to his bright screens. Then she noticed his personal stash of sweets beside him and took the opportunity to steal a Bon Bon Cherry (A/N: they are shortbread cookies wrapped around a cherry and topped with cherry frosting).
«Y/N, those are mine»
She snorted but ate the sweet regardless of L's warning.
♰ LATER THAT NIGHT ♰
«Are you coming to bed, L?»
«Not now, Y/N»
She walked closer to him and hugged the detective from behind. «But I prepared some creme pat~»
At those words L froze. Those words meant one thing: food play. And L couldn’t renounce to food play. «How much?»
«Two bowls…one has chocolate too~» she whispered alluring to his ear. In one swift movement, L was already up with Y/N in his arms –bridal style- leading towards the bedroom.
♰ TIME SKIP ♰
Japan was so full of life, wherever you turned you would be surrounded by different cultures. And the people was so kind and polite, they had a very high respect of other costumes and traditions. Y/N loved everything about Japan, she wanted to visit each district of Tokyo: from Akihabara (Tokyo's Anime & Gadget Town), to Shinjuku (Culture Clash) and to Kichijoji (a glimpse of Japan’s rural life within the city). She even prepared a tour on foot for each of them.
But at this point a question could arise: what was Y/N's job? Everyone who had the opportunity to work with L knew that each of his "co-worker" had a specific task to fulfil. So what was Y/N's real task? To be L's shadowy wife? Oh no, nothing like that.
Her role was very important in the couple: she "filtered" the information from Watari to L, she represented L in many circumstances and helped him in solving cases. In other words, Y/N was a sort of "Watari 2.0".
Once the couple moved to Japan, they booked a room at the "Imperial Hotel", one of the fanciest hotel at Tokyo. Until the construction of the new Japanese HQ wouldn’t be complete, L and Y/N had to change often hotel for safety reasons. But Y/N didn’t mind, for her it was the chance to visit the city.
"Kira…eliminating those FBI agents has got to have put you on the defensive. What are thinking right now?" L thought while looking outside the window, in front of him a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night but he wasn’t focused on it.
«Ryuzaki, are you still awake?» Y/N entered the room, she was already wearing her F/C PJs.
He nodded and watched her walking closer through the reflection of the window. She hugged him from behind and observed the scenario outside the window.
«Tomorrow you'll meet your task-force, you have to sleep»  
«Maybe later, Y/A»
They stood there, their bodies were hugged together but their minds had different thoughts. Between them, a pleasant silence filled the air, the couple was enjoying each other presence.
However, Y/N had to break said silence. «Maybe I'm intolerant to soy sauce»  
«To soy sauce?» L asked concerned.
«Yes…today I ate the famous Kobe meat but not much after that I threw up»
L stood in silence, deep in thought for a while. In those minutes he was analysing the current situation: what if Kira found out Y/N's true identity? Would he use her to blackmail L? He was so focused on those things that he almost didn’t notice Y/N was leaving.
«I'm going to bed, dear» Y/N kissed his cheek on tiptoes. «Please, rest for a bit alright?»
L smiled at her taking her hands in his. «Good night, my love» and then he kissed first the knuckles and after her lips. From this point of view L was really romantic despite his external cold behaviour.
Y/N smiled at him and left the room, now L was alone again with a new thought in his mind: «Since when Y/N is intolerant to soy sauce?»
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January 2004 could be sum up with three major events: Raye Penber and Naomi Misora's deaths and the surveillance at Yagami and Kitamura's households. In particular, L's suspects moved to the son of Soichiro Yagami, Light. Technically he had access to the police's private dossiers and database since his father was the Chief and most importantly…he was too perfect according to L.
«Y/A, I don’t want you to meet Light-kun»
«Do you really think he is Kira?»
«It's not an assumption but a matter-of-fact. Of course he is»
However, it was inevitable. Light noticed Y/N's presence at the hotel and he wanted to meet her. He had to. So he "pretended" to be lost and asked Y/N for directions.
«Excuse me, Miss. I think I'm lost, do you know where room 684 is?»
Y/N, with one of her disguise on, turned towards the teenager: in front of her a young man, standing at above average height with light-brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a school uniform with a bright red tie.
«Uhm no sorry…but if you follow the numeration on the doors it must be easier for you» and with that Y/N left an astonished yet angry Light Yagami in the middle of the hallway.
She hadn’t the time to think about him, she had a more important thing to do. Since December, she missed her period twice: at first she thought it was because of the sudden trip to Japan but it was already the second time it happened. Could it be…?
«Such a bad timing…» she said out loud once in her room. However, she couldn’t hide the nervousness: she agreed with L to stop trying to have a baby before the Kira case and if the test she bought was positive…what would be L's reaction?
«"Get rid of the cause and you get rid of the problem" they say…let's do this then»
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The task-force was working quietly in L's room, sharing information and dossiers. However, that atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by someone that thrusted open the door.
«Ryuzaki! Ryuzaki! I have something important to tell you!» Y/N appeared in the room, tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.
The entire task-force looked at her in awe and confusion. Who was that woman?
L turned towards her as well. Of course when she barged into the room he was shocked not only because of that sudden appearance but because now the task-force knew about her. There must be a really good reason for that.
He stood up and walked towards her. «Please Y/A, not now. You'll tell me later»
«No Ryuzaki, you need to hear this now!» she was so excited that she couldn’t be still.
«Y/A, it's not the right moment. You have to leave, please» L insisted trying to guide her towards the door.
«Ryuzaki stop! I'm your wife and you need to listen this!»
The task-force behind them stared in shock (and Aizawa almost spilled all his coffee). Did they hear right? Wife? What? Someone like L…married?!
«No Y/A, you have to stop. Your behaviour is highly unprofessional. Moreover, you don’t have the permission to stay here so please leave» L was becoming more and more bothered and it was clear by the tone of his voice, deep and fierce at the same time.
«Ryuzaki, I'm pregnant!»
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Silence.
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It was so loud that you could hear a pin falling down.
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Heavy and tense air was breathable, even the task-force noticed it. Y/N was there, with her heart in her throat, waiting for a reaction or a word from L. Fear was soon replaced by terror because L wasn’t saying anything.
«Are you…?»
Deducing what he was going to ask, Y/N showed him the test: two blue lines. At that sight L hugged her tightly, starting spinning together. Y/N burst in a resounding laugh, all fears and nervousness were gone.
«Oh my, Y/A. Finally! I knew it was not intolerance at soy sauce» he placed the forehead against her own and smiled widely.
They stood hugged together for a while and in the meantime the entire task-force was complimenting them about that news (especially Soichiro).
«We have to tell Watari too» L added shortly after the hug.
«Yes, he is going to become a grandpa after all»
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Vows
Rating: G
Word Count: 3362
Pairing: Louis X Clementine
Louis and Clem work out their wedding jitters for their big day.
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The rapid sound of his pencil tapping against the paper was the only thing filling the silence of the empty dorm room. Louis sat slouched over the desk, head in hand. The blank page stared back at him almost mockingly. There were so many things he wanted to say but none could escape his mind onto the page. Time was running out. He kicked himself for putting this off for so long. The wedding was only a few days away but Louis had no idea what he would say to her. He leaned back in his chair, that beautiful face distracting him from what he was doing.
Clementine, the love of his life. Louis became lost in a daydream as he thought of spending the rest of his life by her side. Waking up to her golden eyes was already blissful, but to be accompanied by that golden ring seemed to make life even sweeter.
The feeling of him falling in love was interrupted by the feeling of him actually falling. Louis quickly grabbed the edge of the desk to prevent his chair from completely tipping backwards.
“This is no use.” He muttered to himself.
He gave up writing for now as he decided to go see someone he knew he could talk to about anything. Though of course, Marlon was less talkative these days.
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Purple Snapdragons stuck out of the dirt around the worn wooden cross. Louis sat under the midday sun at the foot of the dirt mound. His eyes traced the carved letters spelling the name of his best friend.
“Hey, Marlon.” He spoke to the grave.
“I’m sorry it’s been a while since I came to visit you, we’ve just been so busy with the wedding and other stuff I haven’t had the time.”
He laughed to himself. Part of him thought this was stupid, but deep down he just hoped that somehow Marlon could hear him.
“Everyone’s been good, all excited for the wedding. Oh- I hope you don’t mind that Aasim is my best man.” He let out a sigh.
“I wish you were here, man. I don’t blame AJ, of course, I love the little dude. Though, he isn’t so little anymore. He’ll be eleven this winter.” Louis never thought he could be a dad, but Clem always assured him he was doing a good job.
“I love them both, so much. Clem and AJ are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just don’t want to screw this up. Makeshift as it is this is our wedding.”
Heh, wedding jitters.
“I’ll think of something.” He decided
“Tell Mitch and Brody I said hi.”
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It was as if all inspiration had left him. His fingers laid motionless on the piano keys, unable to find any notes to play. He ran his thumb over the carving they had made the night before everything went to hell. He remembered that night in such vivid detail. The good and the bad, though he chose to only think of the former.
He could still recall the heat in his cheeks when she called him cute...
The feeling of his heart skipping a beat when she said she like-liked him...
The softness of her lips the first time they kissed…
“Louis?”
Louis’ trip down memory lane took a detour when the voice of his adopted son called out to him.
“Uh, hey little dude. What’s up?”
“Violet told me to check on you, make sure you were getting your vows done.” He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, a behaviour he picked up from Clementine.
Shit.
“Tell Vi I’ve got it handled. A little more time and I’ll have the whole school sobbing at the wedding.” He said with his usual dramatic flair.
“You’re stuck, aren’t you?” AJ wasn’t falling for it.
“You’re gettin’ too smart for your own good, kid.” He scooted over on the bench, giving AJ a spot to sit.
“I just don’t know what to say. They’re so many things I want to say, but none of them seem right.” He grit his teeth in frustration.
“Well, you could tell her why you love her.” AJ suggested.
“Tell her how happy she makes you and why you want to stay with her forever.”
“That does seem like a good start.” He couldn't hold back a chuckle.
“When did you turn into a love guru?”
“...I don’t know what that is.”
“Heh. Never change, Alvin Junior.” He put his arm around AJ’s shoulder, pulling him into a hug.
“I love you, kiddo.”
“I love you back.” He said, wrapping his arms around Louis.
They broke the hug and stood from the piano, each smiling at the other.
“C’mon, AJ.” He said, ruffling the boy’s hair.
“We got shit to do.”
“Swear.”
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Clementine held her breath as Violet struggled with the zipper on the back of a peach-coloured dress.
“It’s no use, it’s just too small.” The blonde huffed.
“These dresses are made for high schoolers, of course it’s too small.” Sighed Ruby as she dug through more of the school’s old costume bins.
“Well, we have to figure something out. She can’t just walk down the aisle in those mud-stained jeans.” Violet helped Clem out of yet another failed dress.
Clementine shuddered against the draftiness of the old theatre. A simple white tank top leaving her arms exposed to the chill.
Clem crossed her arms, her eyes finding a fascination with the floorboards.
“It’s okay hun, we’ll find somethin’ to make you look right beautiful for your wedding.” Ruby assured, noticing her silence.
“The dress isn’t what I’m really worried about.” She confessed. Letting out a heavy sigh, she sat down on the edge of the stage.
“I don’t know what I’m going to say to him.”
“Oh, God. You haven’t written your vows yet either? You two are just made for each other.” Violet was the most stressed out wedding planner in the apocalypse.
Clem didn’t respond. Instead, she fiddled with the ring on her finger. The slightly tarnished gold band was adorned with several small diamonds. The slight looseness of the band caused the heavy diamond setting to slip upside down around her finger.
I need to get a chain for this.
She found herself playing with it often, not wanting to lose it by not paying attention and letting it slip off.
She remembered the day Louis proposed to her.
He had been acting odd that entire day. Nervous and jittery. He was quick to pull her away from the others once her watch shift ended just as the sun began to set. She remembered catching Violet’s wink as he tugged her along. She couldn’t deny that she teared up when he showed her the ring that had belonged to his mother. Tears of happiness spilling down both of their faces when she said yes.
“Just write about how much you love him and that you’ll be together forever and all that.” Ruby continued to dig through the boxes.
“It has to be special. I can’t just say something generic and pretend it came from my heart.” She laid back onto the stage, staring up at the sunlight that peeked through the holes in the roof.
“I just didn’t think I’d ever be getting married. Once the world died I figured all of that stuff died too.” She ran her fingers through her loose curls, spying her hat laying a foot away.
She reached to arm out to grab it, holding the damaged cap in front of her as she sat up.
I need to take better care of this.
Her dad’s hat was filled with rips and holes and covered in stains from all kinds of muck. The D on the front peeled nearly halfway off.
She could hardly remember the voices of her parents. The mental image of their faces was tainted with the dead eyes and rotting skin of the walkers she found in the Savannah herd. Her memories of the old world didn’t even seem real anymore, like some kind of happy dream or alternate reality.
I miss you both.
You too, Lee.
She blinked back a few tears as she placed her hat back on her head, wearing the brim low.
“Don’t beat yourself up over the past.” Violet took a seat next to her, speaking as if she could read her mind.
“Now’s the time to think about the future.”
To Clem’s surprise, Violet pulled her into a hug. She returned the hug, then after pulling away with a smile.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you initiate a hug.” She laughed.
“Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it.” The blonde joked.
“You’re gonna be happy whether you like it or not, damnit.”
“Thanks for doing this for us, Vi. You didn’t have to make things so elaborate.” Violet was the one who insisted on a whole ceremony, flowers and fancy clothes in all. It was already more than she ever could have asked for.
“You and Louis are my best friends, and I’ll be damned if I can’t put on an epic wedding for you guys.” She smirked. “Thank you, Violet.” Her voice caught a bit in her throat as she choked up a bit. She could never be able to explain how much this meant to her.
“Oh c’mon, enough with the waterworks. We still gotta find you a dress that’ll knock that dork’s socks off.” Violet stood up, offering her hand to Clem as they both went to give Ruby a hand.
“I know what I’m going to write about.” Clementine decided. Her heart swelled in anticipation for the upcoming event.
“I’m glad.”
“Hey, guys? I think I found something.” Ruby called from a mess of searched boxes. The two girls rejoined the third, who unveiled her latest find.
“So what y’all think?”
A wide grin formed on Clementine’s face.
“It’s perfect.”
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Louis adjusted his suit jacket in the cracked mirror, frowning at how large it appeared on him.
“You look fine, Louis” Violet assured, quickly checking her own slightly town jacket.
“Now c’mon we need to get you out there so I can check on Clem.”
She practically shoved him out the door.
“You’re taking this very seriously, aren’t you?” he chuckled.
“Almost as if you care or something.”
“Don’t push your luck.” She said impassively, continuing to lead him to the music room.
“You finished your vows, right?”
“Yeah, of course I did.” he fiddled with the slightly crumpled paper in his pocket. Louis had gone over the words again and again until they were burned into his brain, but he still couldn’t bring himself to leave the page behind.
“Good, now get in your spot.” With that Violet rushed off to find Clementine.
The music room was decorated in an assortment of wildflowers. The red petals of the Indian Blanketflowers were mixed with the bright yellow of the Black-eyed Susans. Each bouquet sat in an old glass jar on tables and shelves outlining the room. Chairs were lined in short rows, leaving a gap in the middle as the aisle.
“Nervous?” Aasim asked him.
“You can bet your ass I’m nervous.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Yet at the same time, this is the best day of my life.”
His heart fluttered in anticipation. Louis hadn’t been able to see her since that morning as they were hurried away to prepare for the event.
“I’m happy for you, dude. You guys are really good together.” Aasim gave him a pat on the shoulder as they awaited the arrival of the bride.
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Clementine played with her hands restlessly as she sat in the desk chair in her room. Her ring was absent from her finger, left with AJ for the ceremony. She kicked her bare feet from under the long hem of her dress.
Her wedding dress was scarlet red like the colour of a rose’s petals. Long flowing silk ran from her collarbone to the floor tied just under her ribs with a sash. Her arms were left bare in the sleeveless gown.
“I’ve never worn something like this before.” She told Ruby, who was busy arranging Clem’s curls into a stylish updo, leaving a few locks to hang around her face.
“Do you think Louis is going to like it?”
“Like it? Louis is going to love it, just like he loves you.”
“All done.” Ruby held a hand mirror in front of her.
Clem ran her fingers over her styled curls.
Ruby did a great job.
“Thank you.” She smiled, giving the redhead a hug.
A knock on the door slightly startled them both as Violet entered the dorm. Her eyes widened when she saw the bride.
“You look amazing, Clem.” Violet gasped.
Clementine’s anxiety began to turn to giddiness as she twirled for them, letting her skirt flare out in every direction.
“I’m ready.” she declared, putting on the white flats they had found for her and taking her bouquet.
“Your future husband awaits.” Violet said as she held the door for her.
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“Attention, everyone.” Violet called to the group.
“The bride has arrived.”
Louis’ jaw immediately dropped. She was gorgeous. A gown so simple yet so elegant.
She picked me.
He could barely believe it.
This living goddess actually picked me.
Heat crossed both of their faces as Clementine made her way down the aisle.
She tried to focus on her steps, dreading the idea of tripping over her skirt. Her eyes were deadlocked on his, finding nothing but love. She walked past their smiling friends until she reached the man she loved. She passed her bouquet to Ruby, letting Louis take her hands in his.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, making her heart jump even more than it already was.
“Alright, everybody.” Violet smiled, pulling a few small cards out of her pocket.
“We’re here today because two of our amazing friends fell in love and wanted to be able to unite in the way of the old world, and what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t support them and throw a kickass wedding?”
That earned a few woots from the audience.
“But today isn’t about us. Today is about Clementine and Louis getting married and being a family.” She nodded to Louis.
This is the moment he had been preparing for. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he gazed into her stunning golden eyes. Louis abandoned the paper in his pocket. He knew what he was going to say.
“Clementine I…” He began, his breath slightly catching in his throat.
“You and AJ both mean the world to me. I never thought I could have this kind of family.”
“I never thought there would be someone like you who would want me.”
“Someone who could really see me for me, not just some stupid jokester who plays the piano.”
“This family is more than I ever could have asked for, and I promise, I will protect you with everything that I am 'til the day I die.”
His tone was serious but his smile never faded.
“And I vow to keep making my stupid jokes, and keep playing my stupid piano, and make you laugh every day because it is the most beautiful sound in the world.”
Clementine giggled as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“I vow to hold you tight through whatever this crazy world decides to throw at us, and whatever that ends up being, we face it together.”
He squeezed her hands tightly, their foreheads pressed together.
“Forever and ever.”
“Wow.” Violet mumbled.
Clementine wiped the tears from her eyes. It was her turn to speak.
“Louis, I love you more than words can say.” She choked back her tears.
“The day AJ and I arrived here at the school was one of the best days of my life, even if I didn't know it at the time.”
“I was scared at first, I wasn't sure if I could open myself up to someone again after losing so many…”
Her eyes fell.
“But you? You sparked a light in me I didn't think I had anymore.”
“I know there are things you still blame yourself for, stuff you wish you could take back even though you don't need to.”  
“But that was forever ago.”
She saw him begin to tear up. She knew he still blamed himself for AJ getting shot all those years ago.
“Today is a new day, and today I vow to be by your side for the rest of our lives.”
“I vow to be there whenever you need me, and to be just as much of a rock for you as you've been for me.”
“And I just have to thank you, Louis, because you taught me how to live, not just survive.”
Tears rolled down the faces of both the bride and the groom.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Even stone cold Violet could be heard sniffling a little.
“O-okay, that was beautiful.” Violet cleared her throat.
“AJ, it’s time for the rings.”
AJ hopped up from his seat. Two rings, one adorned with diamonds paired with a plain gold band salvaged from a supply run rested an old red pillow in AJ’s hands. He excitedly held it up as Louis held his mom’s ring in his hand.
No, it’s Clementine’s ring now.
“I, Louis,
take you, Clementine,
as my wife.
With this ring, I thee wed and with all I am and all I have I honour you.”
Louis slipped the ring onto her finger, the gemstones sparkling in the sun that peeked in from the windows. It looked so natural.
“I’m sorry that it doesn’t really fit.” He saw how the band slipped loosely around her finger.
“It’s still perfect.” Clem assured with a smile.
With a shaky hand, she plucked the second ring from the pillow.
“I, Clementine,
take you, Louis,
as my husband.
With this ring, I thee wed and with all I am and all I have I honour you.”
She repeated the vows, truly meaning them with all of her heart as she slipped the ring onto his finger.
The matching rings were a symbol of their love. Two small pieces of jewelry that meant so much more than they appeared. Their love was their bond, and the rings were proof.
It was time.
“By the power vested in me by Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Violet threw her unused cards over her shoulder.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Louis hardly waited for Violet to finish her sentence before he pressed his lips to his new wife’s. Clementine wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her slightly off the ground, her toes barely touching the hardwood.
The cheers of their friends were loud and wild. When the kiss broke, the newlyweds swooped in on AJ, pulling their boy into a tight hug.
The rest of the day was a party. Everyone danced and sang and had the time of their lives. For one day, they managed to make it feel like the world had never ended.
The whole gang enjoyed some of Omar’s specially made stew in place of an unobtainable cake. They didn’t mine. Everyone enjoyed Omar’s cooking. By the time the sun set the party was calmer. Tennessee played a song on a guitar as the couple slow danced.
The two moved with each other in small circles, swaying back and forth to the music.
“I love you, Louis. So much.” She whispered.
“I love you too, darlin’.”
Clementine rested her head on Louis’ chest as he held her. To her, the world only existed in that one room. That one moment. Surrounded by their friends as she rested in her husband's arms while he whispered the lyrics to the song in her ear.
Cause it’s you and me,
And all of the people
With nothing to do,
Nothing to lose.
And it’s you and me,
And all of the people
And I don’t know why,
I can’t keep my eyes off of you.
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Hi, please, could you write a fic when Roni and Weaver are awake and they exchange gifts at christmas? Thanks!
For you! I gave it a go, I hope you enjoy ♥
Below the cut, also in Burn With Me Tonight [ao3 / ff.net]
Rated T.
Christmas had been a holiday that Roni, no, Regina had learned to love long ago. Thanks to early morning wake up calls of “Santa has been here!’. Henry had been the one and only person who could make her appreciate such a holiday during the hectic moments in her life when she feared she would be alone. This year, was different in many ways. Henry wouldn’t be waking her up early morning calling to her about how Santa had visited in the night and she wouldn’t be watching a beaming youthful face glance up at her as he ripped open wrapping paper and found exactly what he had wished for on his list.
"Lucy loved everything.” Henry states, placing his hands on the bar. Even though he had no idea that Lucy was her granddaughter, he still had a smile on his face that allowed Regina to find comfort in the fact that she had indeed picked up on something the young girl had wanted. “Do you thin Jacinda liked the gift that I got her?”
“Of course, she did.” Regina wanted to reach out and grasp his hand in hers, but she fought it with everything she had in her. Tonight wouldn’t be the night she would try and keep these two apart. Even if she had purposefully removed ALL mistletoe from the premises — better safe than sorry. Hell would freeze over before she would be the cause of losing her son on a holiday. “But, I think it would be nice of you if you could…help Alice get home. She’s had way too much eggnog and she’s stumbling out of the door instead of walking.” She watched as Henry fought the urge to not be a good person, to instead walk Jacinda home. Doing as he was taught, he chose the right thing and gave her a small smile before walking over to Jacinda, letting her know he would see her tomorrow and then heading in the direction of where Alice was stumbling.
“Thank you for doing this.” Jacinda said as she tilted her head in the direction of her child who was currently poking at something Weaver was holding up and pretending not to understand. “I’m still not sure why the detective came or why Alice was here..”
“They were already drinking before you guys arrived.” It had been the truth, they were talking at a booth in the back but when Lucy squealed from the first gift, they both slowly gravitated towards the happy commotion and then were practically pulling jokes out of their hats and enjoying the small festivities being had. “No idea why they joined in, but it’s better than being alone on the holidays.” That much was true, she could remember the moments she had spent alone all of her life during holidays. That being the sole purpose of keeping the bars doors open all day and until midnight, when the holiday would be over.
“Still, I am grateful. Thank you. We’ll be heading home, I hope you had a good time too.” Jacinda’s hand reached for Regina’s, giving it a squeeze before heading over to Lucy who still wasn’t getting why Weaver seemed so stumped by something so simple. Both Mother and Daughter gathered up their things and headed out of the door, onto the street and bound for home.
Weaver stood and began gathering up the shreds of wrapping paper that had scattered in the gift opening frenzy. Regina gripped a bottle of whiskey, turned the lid and headed in the direction of her former mentor. “Thirsty?” Offering it to him, she watched as he balled the wrapping paper up, aimed for the trash bin and got it in on the first try. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he reached for the bottle and took it from the bartender, bringing it to his lips and taking a long swig. “Nice shot. But you missed one.”
The detective turned in the direction in which she was nodding, bringing the bottle away from his mouth he noticed a wrapped gift beneath the tree with a decorative message scribbled on a tag. “You bought me a gift for Christmas?” He asked, brow cocked up high as he seemed to shift on his feet. “Here I thought, this bottle would be it.” Holding up the scotch whisky, he gave it a swirl as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Oh, I have three bottles over there ready to go. I know how much you seem to like it…now.” The final word seemed to lost to the detective, she had meant it as a nod to the same exact brand he kept in the back of his pawn shop for years and yet now; he seemed to have a taste for it more often than back then. “…anyway. Open it.” She knew he was awake and if anything would prove it, her second gift would. But the first would have to do for the time being.
Hesitantly, he lowered the bottle and placed it on a nearby table, then turned and walked towards the tree. Weaver knew she had something up her sleeve, something meant to shake him into telling her who he was and yet he couldn’t quite allow himself that luxury, not yet. Reaching for the gift, he then stood and gave it a shake for good measure before plucking at the wrapping. “You shouldn’t go through trouble to get me anything.” His words were soft, yet devoid of any specific emotion as he sat down against the sofa and began looking through the bundle that had been tied together with a golden ribbon. He could comment on the small notion at whom he used to be, but he wouldn’t, not yet. She had gifted him a very intricately bound leather notebook that would fit perfectly to hold case information in or hell, even tidbits he knew to have led him here. The second item was a pair of rich leather gloves, those he always needed. Third, a spool of golden thread with a key tied to the end. Glancing up, he cocked his head to the side in a silent question.
Regina angled her body just slightly then raised her arm, pointing in the direction of the keg room. Pushing himself onto his feet, he laid everything down on the couch apart from the spool and the key, then headed in the direction she had directed him. “Don’t think you’re out of the woods yet.” He leaned near her as she sidled up beside him, shoulders brushing just slightly. “I have your gift in the car.”
“You got me something?” Regina asked, completely taken aback.
“I did.” He admitted, shooting her a once over before he thrust the key into the lock and turned it, hearing it click — he pushed it open. Regina reached past him and flicked on the light, his eyes falling on the contents before him. “What the—”
“I maxed out a few credit cards…but…” Her eyes were drinking in his reaction and as much as Rumplestiltskin could mask anything; he couldn’t mask this. “..Merry Christmas, Rumple.”
She had scattered straw on the floor along an antique spinning wheel. Of course, this land didn’t have magic, but here a wheel sat and here he was itching to get his hands on it. His mind could really settle down when at the wheel, all thoughts and emotions could be worked out.. “Where did you?” He asked, bringing himself closer to get a good look at what was on the seat. Reaching down, he pulled the leather bound book up closer to himself, fingers flicking it open and eyes wandering over the Latin text. It was a fourteenth century Grimoire. “..this—”
“As it happens, this land might not have a lot of magic, but they still have these and they believe in them heavily, so..”
“If you’re not home…” He began, recounting a moment when Regina had spent two weeks with him and felt homesick. She had found the line in a book and the next thing he knew, she had turned her chambers into something that resembled her bedchamber.
“..find it in the air around you, find it in the fabric of a woven carpet, find it in those you see.”
“Regina..”
“Merry Christmas, Rumple.”
“Merry Christmas.” He turned to her then, his eyes giving away to his emotions as he closed the space between him and his apprentice, arms snaking around her waist and pulling her flush to himself. “You always find a way to shake me. Test me. Regardless of how many times you’ve failed, you still try and every so often — you succeed.”
“As do you, with me. Though, you are more successful than not.”
“Now my gift is a little off kilter. I had meant to make up some elaborate story about why I had chosen it in the first place, just to ruffle your feathers, but now—now you know.” He had his reasons for why he hadn’t told her in the first place, but maybe there were other means of convincing her to go and find her sister, to bring Zelena back here because they needed the entire team together, he ones who were fighting this fight long before the curse. “I’ll be right back.”
Regina walked over to the straw after he left and bent to pick up a piece, her fingers running along it as she had done years ago, back in his castle. Always curious about how he could turn it into gold, how he had taught her mother to do the same.
“Here we are..” He stated as he walked through the threshold, a wrapped gift in his hands as he gave her a soft smile that looked more like a smirk than anything. He had packed it all in a generously sized box and wrapped it the best he could, given it wasn’t anything like those gifts on the films that they played late at night, but it was nice, paper tucked and taped where it should be, crisp smooth sides, a black bow wrapped around gold gift shiny paper. Their colors.
She accepted the gift from him and sat down on the floor, Weaver joining shortly after, then she began to unwrap it, fingers slipping beneath the paper and tugging in a manner that reminded her of how her Mother told her Queen’s were supposed to unwrap gifts. With poise and a patience that knows no bounds. Once the paper was gone, she opened the box and peaked inside — a smile soon tugged at the corners of her lips as she ran her hands inside over two bottles of home brewed apple brandy, a couple of books that seemed to be about Snow White and the Evil Queen ( no doubt that would have gotten under her skin had he not given way to him being awake now), A few Asgard’s that would indeed prove to be much better than the ones she had been using lately. Seeing as these resembled more of her style back in the enchanted forest. Pulling out the last two objects, she sat them on her lap. One was wrapped in a cloth as smooth as silk, golden and striking against the light in the room. She gripped the fabric with hesitant fingers and slid it off, the item coming into view.
A looking glass. Hand held and somewhat small. It resembled that of the mirror she had long ago, it reminded her of home. Of Storybrooke and of the place she had called the same back in The Enchanted Forest. It also reminded her of how far she had come just to be here, in this realm with no magic, and on the side of good. “Thank you.” Laying it down against the silk cover, she moved onto the little golden box and slowly opened it, revealing a golden anklet with charms on it. Not really her style, but the charms warmed her heart like nothing else. They each represented parts of her life.
Reaching her hand towards it, she plucked it from it’s box and held it up, examining it in the light as Weaver took her foot into his lap and began rolling up the fabric of her jeans nearest her right ankle, then he held his hand out. She handed it to him, not wanting to let the charms go but they would soon be on her ankle. Close to her. “There’s one on there for my mother and my father.” She stated, watching as he delicately clasped it. “And one for Henry. One for you. One for Hwin. One of Rocinante. Thank you. Thank you, Rumple. Truly.”
“It should make you feel closer to home than you were before.”
“Having you awake and on my side makes me closer to home. We have to find a way around the curse.”
“And we will. I promise you.”
When his hand closed around the anklet and her skin, she gave him a warm smile because he had never truly let her down in his promises and she was sure this time would be no different.
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I have always been one to react to traumatic situations differently. I have a tendency to act fine in the beginning and then all the sudden days, weeks, even months later, I break down and it’s never pretty. For the first 6 months-1 year of having diabetes, I did AWESOME! Always checked my sugars, (4 times a day) ate breakfast, lunch, dinner and all my snacks at the same time every day, and always counted and measured EVERYTHING. My mom was more than I could have ever asked for in a parent. She got up early every morning before work and school and made me breakfast. Measured my cereal, milk, juice, fruit, all of it. She packed my lunches, and always cooked my dinners in the same manner. I learned from the beginning to do my own shots. (My mom was terrified of needles, she even took a class for new diabetic parents where they had to check their sugars and take saline shots for I think it was a week, and she would start sweating and shaking every time. 😂) So not only was I taking on the responsibility of the disease in itself, but I was always in charge of giving my own meds. In retrospect, it was a lot to take on at such a young age, and I should have let more people help me, but I was super stubborn lol. It’s a blessing and a curse! So anyway, about a year passes and I officially got into middle school. (I was in 6th grade when I was diagnosed and turned 12 the next January after the hospital stay.) With the stresses of middle school, sports, hormones, and also the fact that I was getting a new sibling, (yay!!!) I lost it. I started getting very angry and depressed, although at the time I didn’t know what was going on. One day at school, I just completely lost my marbles and drew a line on my wrist with red marker and said when I got home, that was what I was going to do. That was the beginning of my mental illness. I spent about a week in OSU Harding Hospital, which to most would be called the looney bin. 😂 I was diagnosed with major depression, ADD, and borderline personality disorder, which was later just dropped to major depressive disorder over the years. I later developed a hair pulling anxiety disorder called trichotellamania and it caused me a lot of problems in high school because at a certain time I had no hair on the top of my head and I had also pulled out all my eyelashes on the top and bottom and my eyebrows as well. I wore scarves to cover my head and even had to get special permission from the principal because student weren’t aloud to wear anything on their heads unless it was for religious purposes. (This mostly pertained to Muslim and Arab girls who wore the scarves around their faces and heads to cover their hair.) It was a really hard time in my life and I was put on a lot of different medications. Depokote for mood swings, Prozac for the depression, Anafranil for anxiety and Concerta for concentration. After a year I was taken off Prozac and was put on Zoloft, which is the only one of these meds I still take now.
That was the first of 3 different hospitalizations at Harding Hospital. It was around that first hospitalization that I really started to neglect my sugars. I also ended up being diagnosed with hypertension at age 14 and was put on Lisinopril. It was like pulling teeth getting me to check my sugars, to take my insulin and also to take my pills. One thing I remember vividly from my childhood was my moms voice screaming, “TAKE YOUR PILLS!!!” 😂 I would even make up sugars and just write them down in my log book right before my appts with Doctor Sotos so I wouldn’t get yelled at. 😳🙄 When my a1c blood work would come back, they would know I was lying. This would eventually cause Doctor Sotos to drop me as his patient when I was 18 for noncompliance. It would later be one of the biggest regrets of my life losing him as an endocrinologist, as I never again found one I liked as well as him. The more I was asked to take care of myself, the more I wouldn’t. This behavior put me in the regular hospital, OFTEN. In middle and high school, it wasn’t so bad up until 11-12th grade. But all throughout school, I used my diabetes as an excuse to get away with EVERYTHING. Always getting out of class, used it to borrow money from people all the time to get snacks I didn’t need to have, to get out of marching when I was in band.. you name it, I did it. I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. My mom was very strict with me but her and I had a very tumultuous relationship when I was teenager. Whatever she asked or told me to do, I did the exact opposite just to spite her. We fought constantly and every single day I regret all the things I’ve put her through. I was very mean, and hateful to EVERYONE except the people that didn’t matter. It was an awful time for me. When I was 18 I quit school and also quit my meds including my insulin on most days. I do believe that was the year I was hospitalized every single month of the year with diabetic ketoacidosis. Ketoacidosis is something that people with diabetes get when they have long term bouts of high blood sugars. It causes flu like symptoms which include fevers, dehydration, nausea, vomiting and diarrhea. (TMI I KNOW, but necessary and important in the story. Deal with it 😂) When I was 19, that’s when I started drinking pretty heavily. I also ended up pregnant with my son Aden that year. I was a high risk pregnancy both because of my diabetes and because of my hypertension, so I should have been going to a specialized doctor every two weeks. I NEVER went to the doctor. I had a lot of complications, including bleeding, I also caught pneumonia and my sugars continued to be all over the place. Everyone in my family was getting fed up.
At 20 years old, I was 5 months pregnant and still completely in denial that I needed to grow up. My mom and I had a huge fight (I don’t remember what it was over) and she gave me an ultimatum. She said I needed to either get a job and start taking care of myself for me and my child, or I needed to leave. I was so hard headed, that I told her I would rather live in a shelter than listen to anything she said to me- so that’s exactly what I did. I only ended up there for about a week, maybe 10 days, and then I got a bus pass and road to my moms work, and BEGGED her to take me back in. I swore I would change and that I would do the right thing. Little did I know, the damage had been done. I never got a job, although I filled an application or two out on occasion to keep my family off my back. On May 7, 2008 I went into labor with my son, and it was the worst experience of my life, even worse than being on dialysis or having to get a transplant. I have expressed my sorrow before to others and on social media, and I know for a long time people didn’t believe I was truly pregnant or had a child because of how secretive I was about the whole thing. There were reasons for that in which I will not elaborate on, but it was real, and the pain I felt, the tears I shed and the loss I experienced were not imagined or made up. I was in ketoacidosis when I got to the hospital, and so when I went into ICU and I had been stabilized, and taken to the maternity floor, they couldn’t find a heartbeat for the baby. When I saw the still, silent screen and they told me the reality I never imagined I’d have to face, I had never and probably will never feel that type of emptiness again. My heart sank to my feet, and I just sat there with tears streaming down my still, emotionless face. The image of that screen will forever be burned into my brain. On May 8, I delivered my stillborn son, Aden Bryce Sadler. I held him in my arms for quite some time after all was said and done. I have never talked about the things I said to my son that day or what I am going to describe next TO ANYONE, but I feel it’s time. Part of the reason I’m doing this blog is because I need to get everything out and forgive myself for the mistakes I’ve made. Everything I’ve done, wrong and right has brought me to where I am and no matter which angle you look from, I’m blessed to be alive and considering my situation, things could be a lot worse. DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU ARE EASILY EMOTIONAL, AS I CRIED WRITING THIS.. They wrapped him in a little blue and white stripped blanket, with a blue hat. I remember the color of his poor lifeless face and the hat were almost the same. He had my lips and the shape of my eyes, with long eyelashes just like mine. Dark hair that poked out of the sides of his hat, but only wavy, not ringlets like I had when I was born. He had his fathers nose, and big ol’ head, haha. I had never seen a creature so beautiful and I’d never felt so much love and so much sadness at the same time. I couldn’t tell you how many times I kissed him and rocked him close to my body, as I knew it would be the first and last time I ever would. All I could say in that moment where time stood still was this, “I’m so sorry, I love you so much. I’m so so sorry.” I just kept repeating it over and over again. The nurse came in and told me it was time. It felt like it had only been a moment and she practically had to pry him from me. I cried until I had no more tears, so long and hard that I dry heaved a few times. The worst part about it, was that I was completely alone. I was completely alone and the reason was because I pushed everyone away and locked them all out. For the first time I realized how wrong I had been, but I had too much pride to admit it. I went on for the next two months like nothing was wrong, until I got sick, and this time a simple hospital stay wouldn’t cut it. This was the first time I hit rock bottom.
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RANDOM RECORD WORKOUT SEASON 5 Battle 15 Single Bullet Theory: S/T (Side 1) Vs. The Alarm: Strength (Side 2) Single Bullet Theory: S/T (Side 1) I literally know nothing about this band, other than this: When I came across this album, I was immediately drawn in. I saw a colorful, attention grabbing cover filled with squirt guns, and on the flip side were five regular looking dudes with one exception. They looked (respectively) like the children of Ric Ocasik, Dee Dee Ramone, and Bun E. Love. Now mind you, in my eyes, those are NOT bad things. Also, I took note that this was released on Nempor records (home of power pops like The Romantics) so I figured it was a least worth the 99 cent admission price. In short, another of my cut out bin gambles. So this is literally my first spin of this record. My initial impression: I was not wrong to pick this up. Elements of all three aforementioned fathers are present (Cars, Ramones, Cheap Trick) and some Romantics and even a little of The Kings and things! A little research reveals that the band came up with the cover concept that I was drawn to all by themselves! It is actually common practice for a label to appoint someone for art design, so that is fairly rare. It really is pretty neat though. Single Bullet Theory are legit power pop dudes from Richmond, Virginia. The band was originally founded in 1976 under the name X-Breed. SBT adopted the new moniker after the addition of a guitarist and bassist to the original three-person lineup. They self-released an EP in 1977 and by 1979 were opening for Patti Smith. After landing a song on the Asylum Sharp Cuts compilation album, they signed with Mike Curb Productions, but left the label before releasing any material. In 1982 they signed to CBS Records subsidiary Nemperor and released a full-length album. The single "Keep it Tight" appeared on MTV and is effectively song one, side one. The video (see below) is hilarious BTW. Basically the EP and this album are their full dscog. "Keep it Tight" - Right off the bat, you are hit with sweet power pop bliss. A short and tight (they were not joking!) tune. "Slide Away" was probably slated as a single if I were guessing. Slick keyboard presence with nice rhythms and power chords. A Pretty layered dip here. Nice and with a little harder edge. "Hang on to Your Heart" is complete, 100% 80's night tracks, baby. If there isn't a video somewhere for this I would be surprised. "A Blink of an Eye" is probably the biggest highlight here for me. Holy $#!7!! A great, floating melody surrounded by hooks, lines, and sink my battleship! This one is SURELY a radio jam. If not, I hope someone at the label lost a job for not making it so. The final number is "Das Madchen" (translation: the Lady). It's umlaut core Essets!! Ironically, no Deutsch is spoken(???) Power chord peppered pieces of pop corn. I smell Phil Spector...no??? At any rate, it was a fine find, and a great specimen of the power pop genre. The Alarm: Strength (Side 2) The Alarm are generally billed as a Clash style knock off. Or maybe what The Clash would have evolved into if they hadn't self destructed. Personally, I even hear some Stray Cats. Stand outs are certainly the drums and vocals. The Alarm are a Welsh alternative rock/new wave band that formed in Rhyl, Wales, in 1981. Initially formed as a punk band, "The Toilets" in 1977, under lead vocalist Mike Peters, the band soon embraced rock, displaying marked influences from Welsh language and culture. By opening for acts such as U2 and Bob Dylan, they became a popular alternative rock band of the 1980s. Strength is their second studio offering, and experienced some delay in the recording process. The band had a producer lined up, that agreed to come overseas to record. However, they never showed and some crucial dates for a summer tour were about to take place. The band adapted though, and did the dates, then found a new producer and in October of 1985, Strength his the shelves. "Deeside" starts off poppy, nice and choppy. I totally hear the Clash thing. Even a bit of The Lords of the New Church. The energy level never lets up. "Father to Son" is more of a Reggae-ish tune, sounds more funky than anything. Maybe Men without Hats if they did just straight up punk. "Only The Thunder" is something I can only describe as a kind of punk-country version of U2. I am starting to become confused and disoriented. "The Day The Ravens Left The Tower" is next on the set list. While I love the evil sounding title, the fitting somber tone of the guitar licks that follow are the real impressive quality. Then...it gets serious. Fly Away!!!! "Absolute Reality" brings back the blitzy fitz and frantic vocals that reel you in. I can't really find an accurate descriptor, but it seems to be a lighthearted, almost folk and acoustic version of the Clash. I don't mean B. A. D. Either (#seewhatididthere). "Walk Forever By My Side" just ruins the whole credibility of anything up to this point, though. Complete rubbish and piano ballad. Honey bunches of NOPE! And Really, not even needed if you ask me. Single Bullet Theory didn't call in a second shooter (#seewhatididthere) but they did call in one heck of a performance. They blitzed through 5 songs in 18 minutes and burned 140 calories in the process. That is 28 calories per song and 7.78 calories per minute. The Alarm used their "Strength" to overcome production woes and to sound the Alarm. They burned 168 calories over 24 minutes and 6 songs. That is 28 calories per song and 7 calories flat per minute. Impressive, but not enough to avoid the Single Bullet, shot straight to number 1! Single Bullet Theory wins!! Listen for yourself! Check out the links: Single Bullet Theory: "Keep It Tight" (I'm pretty sure this video features Gary Busey as, "guy in the shower") https://youtu.be/e6GlwoUR1e8 The Alarm: "Deeside" https://youtu.be/WCFv4XL2E6g #RANDOMRECORDWORKOUTSEASON5 #RANDOMRECORDWORKOUT
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