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davidmann95 · 6 years ago

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John Wick Livetweet Transcript

Spoilers, clearly

(With a couple minor spelling corrections and slight editing for clarity and to suit my usual format on here)

Tonight, with the intent of watching part 2 tomorrow and the new one on the big screen next weekend, I'm finally gonna watch the movie where the mob kills Keanu Reeves' dog and therefore Keanu Reeves must kill the entire mob.

I know 3 things about John Wick besides the premise: 1. He is not the boogeyman, he is the one you send to kill him. 2. There's a bit where he syncs his gunshots in a club with the music to go undetected. 3. Someone asks if he is back and he confirms that he is, in fact, back.

Extremely looking forward to an old dude probably muttering "Baba Yaga" in horrified awe right before Keanu Reeves shoots him in the face.

The opening radio narration is talking about a storm having passed, I assume in symbolic reference to John Wick no longer destroying fools post-retirement. LITTLE DO THEY KNOW.

Holy cow, I thought that mysterious figure in the shadows had something of a Williem Dafoe-esque shape to his jawline, I didn't know it was actually gonna be him

Still basically the opening and Reeves is doing some damn *acting*

Laughing out loud at the cereal bit

Oh shit, this music is WAY too loud and angry for it not to be the fools who are gonna kill the dog

Nice

Wait, WHAT? Is John Wick gonna be a pilot?

No, they just let him angrily drift all over the airfield all day, which makes sense because if he asked if he could there is no way they would say no. Bet he saved the boss’s family or something and he got a lifetime pass.

He and the dog have too much chemistry, they should have just maimed it so it could come back in the finale to help kill everyone

The sound design here is fantastically brutal, and I love the recurring jagged, unnaturalistic visual storytelling as he’s overcome by grief.

Ghhaaa the collar, ghaaa him scrubbing the floor so gently as he’s containing his rage

After all that he *thinks* he’ll keep the car, watching this dude be annihilated is going to be AMAZING

John Wick you clearly live in an extremely upscale neighborhood, how did you acquire public transportation while covered in blood

This car dude is AMAZING, at first because of his reaction when he realizes exactly what’s going to happen and then him cold not giving a shit. I understand already why people talk about these movies having amazing walk-on side characters.

“...oh.”

Who’s Viggo’s right hand man? Swear I recognize him, is he he dude who plays Chaos or Bad Luck or whatever it is in those insurance commercials, plus probably substantially bigger roles that are what I should be remembering?

Impressive framing with how Viggo is immediately visibly freaked out and in over his head yet still palpably a figure of Power and Menace.

BABA YAGA

The intensity of the hammering in sync with what part of the story is being told, so so good

Okay, how did he think that call was going to go

This dress-up scene is very aesthetically pleasing

Baba Yaga

Okay, that first fight slapped and made me absolutely believe this man has a preternatural capacity for violence after a half hour of understandable sadness, but the doorbell and what immediately followed was so much better

Everything looks and sounds and feels so smooth, and I do mean that on a sensory level. Like, this is a physically pleasant movie to watch.

Willem Dafoe’s got a whole thing with looming ominously in the foreground going on here, huh

This movie is killer with organically implied history, down to this latest little snarl of “Perkins”

I wonder how much of what we’ll never see has actually been worked out by the writers and actors, and how much is simply “He’s John Wick, Shit Happened”.

Lovin’ the sinister jazz

Dammit, Perkins is so gonna try and violate the rules of the Continental and thereby incur a *heavy* penalty

Ah, nevermind (for now), and whatzisface is a good egg

Surprise surprise, I absolutely thought he was just gonna use a coin to cut in line

Cackling at “Hello, Francis.” He knows EVERYONE. Honestly not surprised he was able to open up and find true love, John Wick has clearly always been incredibly sociable.

Gotta go on hold for a bit to allow buffering, but jeez, why didn’t culture at large spend the last 5 years telling me I should watch this?

I’m back, as is John Wick even if he hasn’t dramatically declared it yet.

I’m pretty sure the intensity with which Keanu Reeves stared into that one mook’s eyes as he bled out did more to kill him than the knife.

The MOMENT Wick and the brat lock eyes and the latter finally grasps the gravity of the situation.

These partygoers are just beautifully out of it, and also beautiful: this doomed fool’s mustache.

Think I hit the shot-syncing, even better was him exasperatedly reloading to kill the guy.

That tiny bit of blood splatter on the camera for a second

Surprisingly, mustache guy’s undoing was actually his beard!

Wick yelling not really because he’s been shot but because the guy got away meaning this whole night was a bust, right before going back into it.

Love me a good ominous declaration by a protagonist over the phone.

I don’t know the murder hotel etiquette and perhaps they have history too, but I really feel like John should be thanking the guy behind the counter for his excellent service at this point.

I knew it!

There’s a clear demarcation between how John Wick’s essentially superhuman and what he’s merely very good at, and that is not going in his favor right now.

So much quality acting in the space of about 3 seconds of changes in facial expressions from Adrianne Palicki.

Not positive this church music will convert into a glorious orchestral violence soundtrack, but it seems like a safe enough bet.

That, uh, was not the slow burn I was anticipating. Kinda wish he’d responded to “Do you know who you’re FUCKING with?” with “Yeah, some motherfucker who’s not John Wick.”

Literally repressed a squeal at “Uh-huh.”

Failed entirely to suppress a laugh at “Have a nice day.”

PriiiIIIIIceless!!!!!!!

Quality villain speech, but same as with the phone call: what response exactly was he expecting?

Putting the subtitles on Baba Yaga at this point is basically a Claremontism.

HE’S BACK

Owowowowowbitingow

Aw, cool it, John.

Well, that was as satisfying as could have been hoped for, but how are there 25 minutes left?

Glad he finally said thank you.

Ah, that’s how.

Between lingering on Dafoe taking his off and how Wick wears his, wondering if watches are gonna be a thing for the end here or in the next one.

Perkins’ little silent ‘oohhhh’.

The Ominous Foreground Energy has transferred to his vanquisher.

By thine own hhaaaand

Harry’s back! I like Harry, seems real salt-of-the-Earth.

Viggo finally realizing whose movie he’s in

He’s basically using the car as goddamn body armor and the lackey is still trying to make a plan

You gotta be kiddin’ me with where he’s getting these medical supplies. Not at all a complaint, but wow.

He looks so frustrated by his own pain more than agonized.

And credits are rolling, folks! This has been a journey.

My big thought: the big villain speech about John is right, but not in the way Viggo thinks. He hasn’t changed, but that’s because his capacity for being a (by the standards of his profession) decent dude was always in there.

He’d be dead or stymied a dozen times over in here if not for the connections he built up over the years before we or likely even his wife met him, and half the time they’re willing to break the *strictly* enforced rules or go against their own interests to help him.

He’s not a monster who found and lost redemption, he’s a dude who just incredibly, unstoppably Gives A Shit, who for a time found something better to devote that to. And even now those around him respond to that and respect that.

Not that that might not lead him into ruin, but everything we see and all the ripple effects of what we don’t tell us that this is who he’s always been, in ways good and bad, and that’s what saves and damns him.

Also I’m pretty sure the lady who dropped off the dog at the beginning is literally the only character who speaks so much as a single line (other than a few yelling in a fight) who doesn’t have a visible personality. Everyone is someone in this baby.

Thinking when I watch 2 I’ll just react to that after the fact, so I’ll leave it here for now.

#John Wick #Me #Opinion

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sayruq · 6 years ago

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Salty Ask List (2-14, 20, 22, 25)

Lmao, I didn't even say it in my other ask, but, my request is for ASOIAF in general.

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Brienne x Jaime

Once upon time it was Dany x Jon

Arya x Gendry

Davos x Stannis

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Only one person because they were excessively racist towards Elia. I’m usually tolerant of other people’s opinions unless it’s in the character tags

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

Many and most of them are popular

Braime

Jonerys

Sansan

Sanrion

Littlefinger/Sansa

Gendrya (the stans suck on a whole other level)

Rhaegar/Lyanna

Elia/Lyanna (people always do this when white girls hurt brown and black women. Looking at you too Princess Mechanic)

Elia/Arthur Dayne

Cersei x Jaime

Bran x Meera

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Most pairings I mentioned above I didn’t care for but when I encountered the fans and their toxic mentality, I found myself hating the pairings. Of course lot of them have age gaps and involve minors. Some like Jonerys are simply boring. Others like Cersei/Jaime are toxic to my favourite characters.

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

Only Jonsa. I am indifferent to it and I don’t like Jon but the fanbase is cool. I’m a fan of Jonsas

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

I used to love Davos but @seriousjones made posts making fun of him and I haven’t been able to look at Davos the same ever since. I used to like Jaime a lot too and Ned Stark and Barristan Selmy.

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?

Yes. About Daenerys, Jonsa, Arya, Jon, my excessive Sansa lovin’

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Daenerys - people refuse to acknowledge that the girl is a mess and a half. I also think she’s not well written

Jon - he’s a Gary Stu in the show and his fanbase annoys me whenever they talk about Sansa and Catelyn

Arya - she was OK at first but GRRM’s refusal to give her flaws and her stans obsession with turning her into victim in all situations turned me off

Tyrion - paedophile serial rapist who hurts women and somehow thinks he’s the bigger victim

Tywin - an idiot with awful crimes who somehow has stans who think he’s a well rounded character l o l

Jaime - has a creepy fixation on his sister, refuses to tell anyone about the vast amount of wildfire under KL, sexist garbage person. Yet people woobify him all the time

Rhaegar - a dumbass on many different levels

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Daenerys - I get what George is doing but he has failed. Because Dany’s supporting cast is largely non white, GRRM has no interest in developing them. The ‘ethnic’ groups Dany meets are so one dimensional it’s almost funny. The slave societies are poorly written. Why on earth would Astapor rely on the Unsullied? Why wouldn’t they have a separate military? Why are the Yunkai and Meereen masters incapable of being anything but obvious mustache twirling villains?

There’s this build up to Dany choosing ‘fire and blood’ but GRRM is so alienated from the obviously non white societies that it feels cheap. So Dany going dark is going to happen, why should I care? Tywin committing war crimes in the Riverlands had impact because GRRM cared enough to make sure that it did

Jon - I already talked about it in my anti Jon Snow tag (too bad we can’t link or this post won’t show up in the tags) but he is such a cliche fest with barely any tinkering on GRRM’s part. He should really stay dead. Dany and Bran are more than capable of saving the world.

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Cersei - I love her chapters and her anger is intoxicating

Catelyn - a very well written and flawed character

Doran - a tragic character who is a lot smarter than people realise

Stannis - a hard ass but he has a great arc

Jeyne Poole - baby girl

Arianne - a great look at a proactive character who knows what they want and are willing to do anything to get it but without being utterly ruthless

Edmure - fleshed out side character who tries so hard to make his father and older sister proud

Lysa (she’s problematic I know) - a good villain with a tragic life

Melisandre - a deconstruction of a powerful, good looking woman leading a good man astray. Also a good look at an immortal trying to stop the apocalypse

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Sansa - you basically see a smart kid go through fire and come out of it a powerful individual. This time instead of it happening to boy or a tomboy, it’s to a feminine girl who loves flowers and knitting

Catelyn- oh Cat. The protagonists’ mother who gets killed off because who wants to write about mothers and their struggles in a believable heartbreaking manner? GRRM apparently

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Most of my opinions above are unpopular

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

It’s too damn serious. You can’t ask what would happen if Cersei was a warg without getting a dissertation on how impossible that is based on her family history

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

It’s hard to think of one. Sansa, Bran and Rickon being safe and happy

22. Popular character you hate?

Lmao I think I’ve mentioned all of them above

25. How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

Easy. Death to Feudalism. Basically the Other invasion should be to Westeros what the Black Plague was to Europe.

I am drainedt

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noona-clock · 7 years ago

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Something’s Brewing ❄️☕️ - Part 6

Genre: Coffee Shop!AU

Pairing: Jungshin x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

You hadn’t spent Christmas together since you were both with your respective families that day, but you did see each other the day after Christmas to exchange gifts.

Jungshin had gifted you with the Hamilton vinyl record set and a mug with a mustache on it since you’d remarked on one just like it at The Grind, causing you to squeal with delight and hug his neck tightly.

Jungshin, in turn, was very pleased with his new plaid button up shirts, a journal for writing songs, plus three new toys and a box of homemade treats for Simba.

By New Year’s Eve the next week, you had finally filled your empty picture frame with your favorite of your pictures together (so far) - one you had taken after exchanging gifts.

You didn’t know why it was your favorite, but it was. You just both looked so... happy. And Jungshin was actually smiling instead of his usual selfie smile.

You revealed the frame to him that night when he came over with Simba to celebrate the holiday, gesturing to it with your arms and even saying ‘Ta-da!’

“I’ve finally earned my place on your bookshelves,” he chuckled, picking up the frame and smiling at the picture.

“Finally? It’s literally been, like, three weeks.”

“Three weeks is a long time.”

“You’re so full of it,” you chuckled, stepping up to him and sliding your arms around his neck.

“And you are still awake.”

“I know, right? It’s almost midnight, too. I might just make it.”

“You’d better. I want my New Year’s kiss.”

“Y’know, you could just kiss me in my sleep if you had to.”

“I know, but I would prefer you to be awake.”

“How gentlemanly of you.”

The month of January was spent in the same way as New Year’s Eve: together and kissing.

Even though both of you were pretty busy -- Jungshin with rehearsing for the next concert at the beginning of February and managing The Grind, and you with your last two classes of grad school and interning at the museum -- you were still able to spend quite a lot of time with each other.

You mostly hung out at Jungshin’s place, but Simba did come visit your apartment once in a while.

And, yes, there was a lot of kissing involved. You hadn’t gone that far yet, but it was still very early on in your relationship.

You kept pestering Jungshin about this new song he’d written and when you would get to hear it, but he kept putting it off, saying it wasn’t quite ready.

Finally, the night before the concert, you sat Jungshin down on the couch, prepared to not let him even get up if he didn’t play it for you.

“Okay, okay!” he relented, letting out a deep sigh. “It’s going to sound weird with just the bass, but I’ll try.”

“And I’ll use my imagination,” you assured him with a grin. You handed him his bass before sitting next to him.

“You gotta help me,” he said, glancing over at you.

“Sure!”

“Snap like this,” he said, demonstrating a quick, steady beat. You snapped along, already finding it interesting that it was an upbeat song.

He nodded his head and tapped his foot along to your snaps then started playing his part on the bass.

After a few lines, he began to sing.

“🎶Like a scene in a movie You and I are in slow motion Or is that just me? Yeah 🎶”

You almost stopped snapping when you realized how great his voice was.

“🎶Last night, I had a good dream So I feel good today

Girl the way that you do it So wonderful You make me crazy sweet lady So beautiful, girl

What should I say first? I think I’m still too young

Girl, you got me singing

Whoa whoa My heart’s fluttering For the first time in awhile baby Whoa whoa Really fluttering Can’t even talk, baby

When will you come? good timing My lips are dying to talk Time cruelly passes, yeah

Filling my stomach with water Looking at my phone for no reason Looking at you again

Girl the way that you do it So wonderful You make me crazy sweet lady So beautiful, girl

What should I say first? I think I’m still too young

Girl, you got me singing

Whoa whoa My heart’s fluttering For the first time in awhile baby Whoa whoa Really fluttering Can’t even talk, baby

Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl, baby girl Oh it’s you Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl, baby girl Oh it’s you

Baby, it’s about time I stop frontin’ Every time I see you I feel something You take me far away To a better place Gotta have it gimme All your lovin’

Whoa in our own place I wish we would be trapped Girl with you Girl with you

Girl, you got me singing

Whoa whoa My heart’s fluttering today I’m burning up, baby Whoa whoa Really fluttering My heart is trembling baby

Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl, baby girl Oh it’s you Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl it’s you Oh baby girl, baby girl Oh it’s you 🎶”

After the last bass note ended, he looked over at you, nervous as all get out.

“...So?” he said on a shaky breath.

“You really wrote that?”

He nodded.

“And...it’s…”

“About you, yeah.”

You stared straight ahead, trying to wrap your brain around what you had just heard.

“Did...did you like it?” Okay, he was even more nervous now.

You turned to him, your brow furrowed deeply. “I loved it.”

Jungshin let out a chuckle/deep sigh of relief. “Then why do you look so upset?”

“I'm sorry, I'm not upset. I just… Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. And that song is really good. And your voice! I didn't know you could sing so well!”

Jungshin put his bass on the coffee table then took your hands. He was, of course, blushing wildly because of your compliments, but he decided to play it cool. As cool as he could, at least.

“I've been trying to tell you. I really like you! But you just don't believe me.”

“That's not true,” you laughed.

“It is true! I really like you!”

“No, about me not believing you!” You swatted at his chest, shaking your head as you continued laughing.

He smirked, pulling you toward him and wrapping his arms around you. He leaned back against the couch cushion, feeling you settle your head on his chest.

“Did you really like it?” he murmured.

“Yes!” You tilted your head up to look at him. “I really, really did. ...Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank me?”

“For the inspiration.”

You blushed, but you also couldn't take your eyes away from his. And before you knew it, you found yourself lifting up and pressing your lips to his.

“Just wait until you hear the full version tomorrow night,” Jungshin murmured against your lips. “And Yonghwa sings it so much better than I ever could.”

This, of course, led to you arguing that he had sung it beautifully, and he really should have some singing parts besides just back up because his voice was great!

Jungshin decided to shut you up by kissing you again.

You resisted at first (for about a few seconds), but finally gave in and moved to straddle his lap. While your hands held his face, Jungshin’s hands found their way to the hem of your sweater, slipping underneath the heavy fabric and his fingertips pressing into the soft, warm skin at the small of your back.

A gentle moan escaped from the back of your throat as his touch sent shivers up and down your spine, and your moan triggered Jungshin to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth when you felt his tongue trace over the seam of your lips, letting out another moan when you felt him start to massage your tongue.

After a minute or two of some serious French kissing, you felt your lungs starting to burn, so you pulled away to breathe. Your hands left the sides of his face, dropping down to rest on his chest as your foreheads pressed against each other, your breath mingling together in the space between your lips.

Before either of you could say anything, you moved to place your lips on his neck. When he realized what you were doing, Jungshin immediately tilted his head back, his hands moving to your thighs. His eyes closed, and he found he had to concentrate on his breathing as your tongue and lips sucked on his skin. God damn, it felt so good - too good.

Just as he felt the slight pressure of your teeth on his skin, Simba let out a sharp, sudden bark causing both of you to jump. You actually let out a yelp of surprise, your heart now beating even faster than it had been just a second ago. Then you let out a breathless laugh, dropping your forehead onto Jungshin’s shoulder. He rubbed your back before sliding out from under you to go let his dog outside.

You took that as your cue to leave since it was now almost 10pm. You stood, finding your boots on the floor and stepping into them.

“You leaving?” Jungshin asked quietly, still standing at the back door.

“Yeah, I should.” You both had work tomorrow morning, so really you should have left earlier… But these days it was getting more and more difficult to say goodbye, especially when you’d just been making out on the couch.

“...You could stay,” Jungshin suggested softly.

You paused, in the middle of zipping up your boot.

“Not like that. Just to sleep.”

When you still didn’t say anything, he let out a sigh. “I just...don’t want you to leave.”

He felt kind of pathetic right now, actually.

You walked up to him, sliding your arms around his middle.

“I know. I don’t want to leave either,” you told him. “Trust me. But I don’t have any of my stuff, and… I’ve never been good at sleeping somewhere where I don’t have my things. Like my pillow or my pajamas or something. Y’know?”

He nodded, avoiding your gaze.

“Maybe next time. I’ll pack a bag, just in case.”

“No, you don’t have to, it’s --”

“I want to! I like sleepovers.”

Jungshin chuckled, hanging his head and pressing his cheek against your temple.

“I promise I’m not just making an excuse because I don’t want to stay. My sleeping game is just not strong.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed you reading my late night messages at 5 in the morning sometimes. Don’t think I haven’t.”

“See? And that’s in my own bed.”

“Okay, maybe next time, then.”

“Next time,” you whispered, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Y’know… It’s probably a good thing Simba interrupted us. You’ll still have to wear a turtleneck to the concert tomorrow, though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side so you could see the spot on his neck you’d just visited.

“Hmm… yeah, I think so. Sorry…” You looked guilty but not that guilty.

Simba came up to the back door then, so Jungshin let him in, fishing out a treat from the jar he kept by the couch.

“I’ll walk you out,” he murmured, taking your hand as Simba crunched on his biscuit.

It was still freezing outside (what with it being February and all) so Jungshin didn’t linger at your car for too long; he knew you hated being cold, so he wanted you to get back to your warm apartment as quickly as possible. Besides, he would see you at the concert tomorrow.

But speaking of, he was now getting kind of nervous to perform his new song…

Jungshin had kind of been freaking out until he received this message from you a couple minutes ago.

Your original plan had been to meet up at The Grind around 5pm, go to dinner, and then head to the venue.

You hadn’t shown up, but you also hadn’t called or texted.

Instead of worrying that you’d been kidnapped, though, he figured something pressing had come up at work. He knew you well enough by now, and you would never not show up and not text him if it wasn't necessary.

He’d arrived at the venue at 6pm just in time for sound check, though he was now getting more worried about not hearing from you… The show was starting at 7pm, and if he hadn’t heard from you by 6:45pm he was going to call you.

Finally, at 6:41pm, the above message had come through, and Jungshin had let out a huge sigh of relief. He typed back immediately.

It’s okay! I was a little worried but I figured it was just work. Just glad you’re okay.

He put his phone away to prepare for the show, trying to get out of his previous, worried mindset and into his performing mindset. He was a little bummed he wouldn’t get to see you before the show, but you would still be there. You would still get to hear your song.

When CNBlue took the stage just after 7pm, Jungshin, of course, searched for you as soon as he could. He didn’t see you at first... but halfway during the first song, he noticed a familiar head of hair making its way through the crowd.

He watched as best he could, and when the head looked up, his eyes locked with yours. You mouthed a ‘sorry,’ frowning deeply. He simply winked, unable to keep from smiling now that he’d seen you.

Apparently, he had still been worried because now that you were here, he felt every ounce of anxiety melt away. He relaxed and was truly able to get into and feel the music.

They played a few old songs before Yonghwa introduced one of the new songs he’d written. Jungshin knew his song was coming up next, and he was back to being nervous again.

The crowd seemed to really enjoy Yonghwa’s song, “Drunken Night,” so hopefully that was a good sign.

“Thank you, thank you!” Yonghwa said into the mic before taking a drink of water.

Jungshin let out a breath before finding you, smiling when your eyes met. You sent him a kiss, and he couldn’t help but hang his head to hide his blush, his lips still stretched into a wide smile.

“We’re going to perform another new song next, I hope that’s okay,” Yonghwa continued. The crowd cheered in response.

“This is actually a song written by our almost silent but very talented bassist.” Yonghwa held an arm out toward Jungshin, and the crowd cheered again. “Come on, make some more noise for Jungshin!” More cheers and lots of hollers.

“He’s written a couple songs before, but this is one he’s particularly proud of. Isn’t that right?”

Jungshin stepped up to the microphone. “That’s right.”

And that was all he planned on saying.

“It’s called ‘It’s You.’ And we can only guess who the ‘you’ is.” Yonghwa was, of course, joking, but he sounded serious, even throwing in a shrug. You were blushing, your cheeks burning so fiercely you almost had to fan yourself.

The song started, and the crowd immediately got into the catchy beat. While you had loved your private performance of the song last night, Jungshin had been right; you loved it even more now you were able to hear everything. And Yonghwa’s voice really was so good. He put so much feeling and power into every song, you wondered how he wasn’t completely exhausted after each concert.

The crowd’s response to the song was overwhelmingly positive, so much so that you almost wanted to cry. You were just so proud of Jungshin, and you still couldn’t believe such a great song had been written about you.

And you were also about to start your period, so just about anything and everything made you want to cry.

The rest of the concert was amazing, as the other two concerts had been, and you found yourself growing more and more anxious to see Jungshin once it was over.

Finally, after the encore, you made your way to the side door leading backstage. There really wasn’t any security since it was a small venue, so you had no trouble getting back to the dressing rooms. You could hear the guys talking loudly, still riding their adrenaline high from performing, so you simply followed the voices.

When you came to the doorway, you stood there for a second, looking for Jungshin. He was laughing with Minhyuk, and the moment you found him, you walked over to him with a purpose, not stopping until you’d wrapped your arms around his neck tightly.

Jungshin let out a little noise of surprise when he suddenly felt someone hug him, but he immediately knew who it was. He could have been blindfolded, and he still would’ve known.

“Hey, baby,” he said a bit softly, resting his hands on your back.

“I’m so sorry I was late,” you murmured, sniffing as you tried to hold back tears. “And they loved your song, it was so amazing.”

“Hey, you okay?” He tried to pull back to look at your face, but you didn’t let him go.

“Yeah, just… I’m so proud of you.”

He smiled, burying his face in your hair. “Thank you.”

“Nice turtleneck, by the way,” you added, holding in a laugh.

Jungshin couldn’t hold in a laugh, and the other band members looked over at him in slight confusion.

“Well, you gave me no choice,” he muttered, still laughing.

You finally pulled back, though you kept your arms around his neck, only pulling away enough to look at him. “It was my pleasure,” you said with a smirk.

Jungshin couldn’t help but gaze down at you adoringly, his own smirk tugging at his lips.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go,” Yonghwa chuckled, putting on his jacket. Apparently, all three members had already gotten ready to go, so Jungshin quickly put on his coat before remembering they needed to take a picture.

He gave you his phone then went to stand with the guys, throwing up a peace sign.

Once they’d taken the picture, they all grabbed their instruments and headed toward the back door.

“Do you want me to take your bass to your car?” you asked, holding onto Jungshin’s arm.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

“That would actually be a big help,” he admitted, grabbing his keys from his coat pocket and handing them to you. “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re very welcome.” You stood on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips before following the guys outside. You took his bass, following his directions about where he’d parked as well as his directions to be safe.

Once the instrument was safely locked away in his backseat, you made your way back to the crowd of fans, standing on the outside edge to wait for Jungshin.

You got out your phone to check Instagram, but before you could type “cnblue” into the search bar, you heard someone say ‘Excuse me.’ You figured you were in someone’s way, so you automatically said “Sorry” as you looked up.

You locked eyes with a girl, but instead of wanting to move past you, she was standing there smiling.

“Hi!” the girl said, clutching her phone.

“Hi,” you replied, a bit confused.

“Are you Y/N?”

“Yes…”

“I’m Taylor! Cnbluefan on Instagram.”

“Oh!” Your eyes lit up with recognition. “Hi! Thank you for liking all my pictures.”

“You’re welcome,” Taylor laughed. “They did a great job tonight, didn’t they?”

“They did,” You nodded, smiling. “As usual. And thank you for being so supportive of the band, I know it means a lot to Jungshin.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” she blushed, chuckling bashfully. “The new songs were awesome, weren’t they? Especially Jungshin’s, I can’t wait to hear it on a CD.”

“Me, too,” you agreed, hoping the cold had already reddened your cheeks so Taylor wouldn’t realize you were blushing. She must have known the song was about you, and it was still weird to think there actually was a real song about you.

“Would you mind… Can I take a picture with you?” Taylor asked a bit shyly.

“With me?”

“Yeah!”

You had no idea why Taylor would want to take a picture with you, but who were you to say ‘no’?

“Sure!”

Taylor smiled, getting the camera ready on her phone before standing next to you. You put a hand on Taylor’s back, tilting your head just so and smiling widely for the picture.

“Thank you so much!” Taylor exclaimed, still smiling.

“You’re welcome,” you chuckled, unable to believe what had just happened.

“See you next time!” Taylor waved, walking backward a few steps before turning around and heading into the parking lot.

About five minutes later, Jungshin arrived, smiling at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Hey, you will never guess what happened to me.”

“What?” he asked, brow furrowed as he took your hand and started walking out to his car.

“That girl, Taylor, came up to me and asked to take a picture with me.”

“Really? I guess you’re famous now.”

You laughed, squeezing his hand and sarcastically agreeing with him. When you arrived at his car a few moments later, you turned to face each other.

“So…” you started, stepping a bit closer to him. “I have an overnight bag in my car. Just in case.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jungshin tried to hold back his excitement.

You nodded, playing with his hands.

“Do you wanna stay over?”

You nodded again, tamping down a smirk.

Jungshin moved to slide his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “So, this isn’t goodbye, then.”

“No,” you murmured.

“It’s a ‘see you soon.’”

“Mmhmm.”

“So. I’ll see you soon,” he chuckled, pulling away.

“See you soon.”

“And drive safely.”

“You, too.”

You kissed each other quickly before you headed to your car and then headed to Jungshin’s place.

Jungshin made sure to text his brother so he would have time to leave before you got there. He couldn’t help but drive back to his house with a smile on his face. He figured nothing like that would happen, but he was still so excited to just be with you the whole night. To see you right before he fell asleep and right after he woke up.

Was it normal to feel like this?

Thankfully, his brother’s car was no longer in the driveway when he pulled in, and you were a little bit behind him, apparently, so he quickly took his bass inside and let Simba out.

As he was hanging up his coat in the hall closet, the front door opened, and you appeared carrying a hot pink, floral carry-on sized bag. He hurried over to you, taking your bag and giving you a kiss.

“Welcome to Hotel Lee,” he smiled. “We hope you find your stay here comfortable and enjoyable.”

You giggled, following him as he took your bag to his room.

“I saw on the website something about a dog that roams the hotel…”

“Ah, yes, Simba,” Jungshin chuckled. “He is currently outside, but please feel free to let him in.”

You hurried to the back door, popping your head out and calling for Simba. Simba’s head perked up, and when he saw you, his tail started wagging, and he ran to the door. You had just seen him yesterday, but it was like a long-awaited reunion. You crouched down, letting him give you kisses all over your face.

Jungshin came up behind you, smiling as he watched you.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie or something?” he asked, locking the back door.

“Actually,” you sighed, standing up. “I’m kinda dead. It’s been a long day.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. You’ve been working literally all day.” Jungshin frowned, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly.

“All I want to do is get in my pajamas and snuggle.”

“Then get in your pajamas and snuggle you shall.” He turned you around and pushed you down the hall to his room. “You get first dibs in the bathroom.”

“Ooh, I do? Wow. Now I really feel special.” You chuckled as you opened your bag, getting out your pajamas and nighttime toiletries before heading into his bathroom.

While you were getting ready for bed in there, Jungshin quickly changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. He then plopped onto his bed where Simba was already lounging, getting out his phone and opening Instagram. Time for his after-concert post. He clicked on the picture you had taken, chose his go-to filter, then typed out the caption. After he clicked ‘share,’ he heard the notification on Your phone still in your purse and smiled.

You emerged from the bathroom a couple minutes later, cozy and fresh-faced and ready for bed. You had brought your own pillow, and Jungshin had laid it out for you next to him.

“Your snuggles await,” he said, gesturing to your side of the bed.

“Good, because I’m freezing.”

“You’re always freezing!”

“I am not! Just wait until summer.” You shuffled to the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping underneath them. “Aaaaah, so cozy. Whatcha doin’?” You scooched close to him, peering at his phone.

“Just on Instagram.”

“Oh, man, my phone is in my purse!”

“I’ll get it,” he murmured, rolling out of bed and heading to your purse. He dug it out, padding back to the bed and handing it to you.

“Ooh, I’m so popular,” you said when you saw all the notifications. “Aww, Taylor posted the picture she took with me.”

You clicked on that notification, showing the picture to Jungshin once it loaded. “And she said ‘So happy to meet @yourusername at the concert tonight. She was so sweet and pretty! 💜’ Awwww!”

You liked the picture before pulling down your other notifications. You clicked on leejungshin91 just shared a post, liking it before it even loaded.

“I’m quite proud of that picture, thank you for giving me credit,” you said, moving to rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, kissing your hair.

You opened up the comments of his picture, hoping people had actually answered his question.

cnbluefan New songs were amazing! Also met @yourusername after the show! She was so sweet and even prettier in person! nikkiiiiiiiiiii LOVED THE NEW SONGS! Yours was sooooo good!!! eva.hammond23 songs were so good!! thanks for playing them for us 💙 kim_park1880 you looked extra handsome tonight and the songs were amazingggg kikifreed Your song was incredible!! Did you write it about your new gf? 😍 cnbluefan @kikifreed I think we can safely say yes! Have you been watching his stories lately? cloe_vales loved them! 💙💙💙💙 kikifreed @cnbluefan no! what are those? why? cnbluefan @kikifreed it’s like snapchat! You can post pictures and videos that only stay on your story for 24 hours. His girlfriend is in them all the time! They seem very happy 😊 m.8292 concert was so good tonight loved the songs!! kikifreed @cnbluefan how do I see them? cnbluefan @kikifreed it should come up at the top of your feed. Or go to his profile and click on his profile picture. If there are any posts on his story, there will be a purple/orange ring around the picture!

“Oh, they’re talking about what you post on your story in the comments,” You told him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Taylor was saying how I’ve been in your story a lot lately.” You scrolled up to the top of his profile, clicking on his picture to see his story. He’d posted a boomerang of the guys in the dressing room before the show, but that was the only post today.

“Well, might as well,” Jungshin murmured, swiping to get to the camera. He first took a picture of Simba sprawled out across his legs, then after that had posted, he flipped the camera.

“Um, no!” You cried, burying your face in his pillow.

“Okay, okay, I won’t,” he chuckled. But he picked up one of your hands, placing it on his chest and taking a picture of that instead. “There, how’s that?”

You peeked out. “Ooh, that’s actually kind of artistic.” You could just see Jungshin’s mouth at the very top, and Your bent elbow was barely touching the bottom of the frame.

He went with it, changing it to black and white and ditching the heart emojis he was going to place.

“I know your brother is the photographer, but you’re really good, too.”

“Then why won’t you let me take your picture?”

“Because! I’m not a model!”

“So? I want some pictures of you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my girlfriend, and you’re beautiful, and I want to look at you when you’re not here.”

“I’m going to sleep,” you announced, putting your phone on the side table next to you and pulling the covers up over your head.

Jungshin turned out the light, doing the same. “I don’t get a goodnight kiss?” he whispered.

You kissed him quickly. “Good night.”

Jungshin realized he hadn’t brushed his teeth or anything, so he quickly left to do that. When he came back not even four minutes later, you were already asleep. You really must have been exhausted… You looked so cute, too… He couldn’t resist. He got out his phone and took a video. Before posting he typed out sleeping beauty 😴😍👸 (please don’t kill me). He figured you would see it in the morning and get him back while he was still sleeping.

...Which is exactly what happened. You, of course, woke up around 6 the next morning, and since you knew you weren’t going back to sleep, you got your phone and checked your notifications.

After going through all of the new Instagram posts, you saw Jungshin’s story at the top of your feed. You knew he had posted those two pictures last night, so you went to go look. You let out a soft ‘aww’ when you saw Simba, then smiled at the artistic one of your hand on his chest. But...there was one more. Your jaw dropped when you saw a video of...you sleeping! But the caption was too cute! But he was such a butthead!

With narrowed eyes, you looked over at Jungshin, thankfully still asleep. Because you were going to exact your revenge. Of course, not as many people would see your post, but whatever. You positioned your camera just so, making sure to get only him in frame.

Once you’d snapped the picture, you typed out don’t worry I won’t kill you in your sleep even though it wouldn’t make sense to people who didn’t follow Jungshin or see his story. He would see it, and that’s all that mattered. Besides, a lot of your followers now were CNBlue fans, so they would definitely have seen his video.

You put your phone away before quietly slipping out of bed to let Simba outside. You wouldn’t start making breakfast yet; you wanted to let Jungshin sleep in a bit more.

Once Simba was back in, you tiptoed back to the bedroom, sliding in underneath the covers and snuggling up to Jungshin. He stirred, letting out a sleepy groan.

“Sorry,” you whispered, pressing up against his back.

Jungshin turned over, placing an arm over you and pulling you close. He just let out a sigh since he was too tired to say anything.

You let him fall back asleep, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to think about...everything. Mostly your future with Jungshin.

Obviously, you had no idea what would happen, but you could certainly picture a future with him. Like, a real future. Wedding, house, picket fence, a little sibling for Simba (and probably a human sibling, too)... the whole shebang.

It had only been a little less than two months since you had started dating, and you hadn't even said those three words yet, but…

When you thought about what you wanted -- what you really wanted -- you could only picture a job at the archives during the day and coming home to Jungshin at night.

Just thinking about it made you smile like a complete idiot.

You got to thinking about what your wedding would be like, and apparently, you let your thoughts run away with you because before you knew it, Jungshin had woken up again.

“Mmm, morning,” he croaked.

“Morning,” you replied, blushing. You were glad he couldn’t read your mind.

“What time is it?” he asked, barely opening his eyes.

“About 8, I think.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“...Since 6.”

“You’re ridiculous, woman.”

“But I’m a ridiculous woman about to go make breakfast for you.”

He was too tired to argue, and breakfast sounded so good, so he just kissed the tip of your nose and mumbled: “You’re ridiculously amazing.”

You started to get up, but Jungshin held onto you, whining. “Where are you going?”

“...To make breakfast!”

“But I wanna cuddle.”

“We can cuddle after breakfast.”

“Mmmmm. Okay, fine.” His growling stomach was making the decisions, apparently.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen, hoping he had the ingredients to make pancakes. Those were your favorite, and you were actually really good at making them.

You opened his pantry, searching around for some baking mix and letting out a soft ‘aha!’ when you found some. Now you just needed eggs and milk, both of which you found in the fridge.

You were so adept at making pancakes now, it only took a couple minutes to whip up the batter and get the frying pan hot and ready for cooking. You poured the first pancake out, searching around his kitchen for a spatula. You almost had to call out to him to ask him where it was, but you found one just in time. After flipping that first pancake, you let out a very satisfied hum at seeing the nice golden-brown top.

About ten minutes later, you had a nice sized stack of pancakes ready to eat. You put four on a plate for Jungshin, grabbing the syrup from his fridge and some utensils before bringing it to him in his room.

“I’m glad you won’t kill me in my sleep,” he said right as you entered the room.

You just smirked as you handed him his breakfast.

“But now that I’m awake… Do I really want to eat these pancakes?”

“I can take a bite first if you’re that paranoid.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

You turned to go back into the kitchen to get your own plate, but Jungshin’s voice made you pause.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

You smiled softly at him, leaning against his doorframe. “You’re very welcome.”

Just a few minutes later, you were both eating happily in bed, talking about the weird dream you had had last night.

“So, I was on this blind date with this guy. I honestly don’t know who he is, I’ve never seen him before in my life. And I ordered the soup, but when it came, my spoon wouldn’t work. So I was trying and trying to eat my soup, but I couldn’t! Then you came in and were like ‘What are you doing?’ But I had no idea who you were! My date tried to get you to leave, but you kept saying ‘No, she has amnesia, she shouldn’t be on this date.’ You finally punched the guy out, and then I remembered who you were, so I started crying. You were like ‘Why are you crying? It’s okay.’ And I just said ‘My spoon doesn’t work, and I’m hungry.’”

“What the heck?” Jungshin laughed.

“I have no idea,” you shrugged. “I’ve never dreamed about having amnesia before.”

“Do you really think I would punch some guy out?”

“You tell me!”

“I doubt it… Unless he was trying to hurt you or something. Then, yeah.”

“But why would my spoon not work?!”

“If I was a dream encyclopedia, I would tell you,” he chuckled, cutting up what was left of his pancakes

Jungshin couldn’t help but smile as he ate the last bite, his grin not even fading as he chewed.

“What? Why are you smiling?” you asked with a little smirk.

“Because…” He felt a little embarrassed to admit this, but he did anyway. “I like having you here. I like hearing about your dreams.”

He wished you could sleep over all the time, but that would be the same as living together, and... that would just be moving way too quickly.

“I like being here,” you replied, leaning over and bumping your shoulder with his.

As you were finishing up your pancakes, your phone dinged with a notification. You glanced over at the screen, seeing it was from Instagram.

cnbluefan replied to your story: YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE!!!! 😍 #relationshipgoals

“Awww, Taylor replied to my story.” You opened the message and showed it to Jungshin.

“Well, it’s true. We really are.”

You typed a quick reply (‘Thank you! You are so sweet 🤗💙’) as Jungshin took your plates out to the kitchen, feeding Simba while he was out there. When he returned, you put your phone down and laid back down on your pillow.

“It’s cuddle time,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

“You know, you say that a lot,” Jungshin pointed out, getting back into bed and scooting as close to you as he could.

“Say what a lot?”

“It’s something time.”

“I do?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, sliding his arm underneath your head so you could rest it on his shoulder. “It’s Hamilton time. It’s pizza time. It’s jammy time. It’s cuddle time.”

“Goodness gracious, I had no idea. I’m sorry!”

“I wasn’t saying it was annoying. I was just making an observation,” he assured you. “It’s observation time.”

“Shut up,” you laughed.

“It’s shutting up time.”

“Hey!”

Part 7

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takadasaiko · 7 years ago

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Such Great Heights (a Wynonna Earp fic)

FFN II AO3

Summary: Everything looks perfect from far away, but the closer she looks the more cracks in that perfect façade Wynonna finds.

Part One

There was something about that place between sleep and awake that left the mind more willing to accept. A thought, a sound, anything could influence the dream-state, allowing the brain to work through and make sense of the input. While awake a chill could be blamed on an open vent, but the sleeping mind wrapped around it, picked it apart, and created a whole new story for the source.

It was in that no-man's land where anything could happen that Wynonna found herself. She was comfortable, floating, with no chill to be felt. For the first time in what she was certain was forever she felt at peace and safe, even if her mind couldn't quite deliver why she shouldn't feel safe.

Peace never lasted long, though, at least not in her household. A loud, giggling squeal accompanied a bounce at the foot of the bed, followed immediately by another as Plucky the coonhound followed Alice Holliday into the middle of her parents that had been trying to sleep just a little longer. No such luck there.

"Alice, honey, just five more minutes?" Doc grumbled from the bed next to Wynonna, that deep southern drawl even more pronounced half-asleep.

"No!" the little girl shouted, giggling loudly. "Plucky, get 'im!"

"Oh no," Wynonna yelled, pulling the covers up over her head. "Plucky, you drool on me and you're gonna be an outside mutt from now on!"

Alice giggled and Wynonna's own smile was hidden beneath the comforter as the excitable dog barked loudly and tried to rouse the man also trying to hide under the sheets now, following the commands of the only master in the house, and that definitely wasn't either of them.

Wynonna shot her husband a glare. "Get your own hiding spot, coward."

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" the little girl chanted, jumping on the bed between her parents and both Wynonna and Doc gave simultaneously, throwing the comforter back and startling Plucky off the bed.

Doc dove for their giggling daughter and she squirmed as his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her back down into the bed with them. Wynonna dove to help, grabbing at flailing legs and Alice could barely breathe as hard as she was laughing and fighting. Finally she stilled and Wynonna's blue eyes flickered up to look at Doc who had her in a bear hold. "Now, little one, what could have possibly been goin' through your mind to come in here at -" He looked to Wynonna.

She risked a glance at the clock and shuddered. "Six AM."

"- Six AM to wake up your lovin' momma and papa?"

Alice was still giggling and gasping and giggling some more, but she'd stopped squirming now and and Wynonna let go of her legs and returned to her own pillow to look her daughter in those big blue eyes that looked so much like her daddy's. She found that her own smile hadn't faded either.

"It'smabirthday," Alice managed.

"What? No," Doc teased from behind her.

"Yes!"

"Can't be. I was there. I know," Wynonna joined in.

"Me too!" Alice giggled.

"Yeah, you remember it, kiddo?"

The only answer was a laugh and the little girl buried herself down in the sheets.

"Okay," Doc said and kissed the back of her head, "if it's really your birthday, how old are you?"

"Five!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"Okay, that's going to go on forever," Wynonna laughed and leaned forward and kissed the little girl on the forehead. "We're not supposed to meet Aunt Waverly and Nicole for another couple of hours, but if you can get them to wake up…."

And Alice was gone just like that, bounding off the bed and into the closet.

Doc sat up a little. "What's she goin' for?"

"My phone."

"Ain't it locked?"

"She knows the code."

"Our five year old knows the code to your phone?"

"Don't look at me. I gave up changing it. Waves won't be mad. She can't tell that kid no."

Alice returned to the bedroom with Wynonna's cell phone pressed to her ear. "Gracie too?"

"No, baby, she'll come with Aunt Willa and Uncle Robert for the party."

The five-year-old's face crunched up and a tantrum was imminent with the news that her favourite - and only, at least for a few more months - cousin wouldn't be at breakfast with them, but it dissipated and was instantly replaced with a bright smile. "Auntie Waverly! Mornin'! You wanna go to breakfast?"

Wynonna watched her disappear out the bedroom door and around the corner with her phone. There was no use in telling her to stop. She'd have to call Waverly after they got up and clear up the details. She knew that Alice's right now and Wynonna and Doc's right now were two very different right now's.

"Grace feelin' better?" Doc asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Didn't you say she's been sick?"

"Yeah, she's better. Willa just didn't want to have her out all day. Especially with needing to get everything decorated. She talked about just her coming but you know how that would end up."

"With Grace there," Doc chuckled. "It would indeed. That little girl knows what she wants 'n how to get it. You need anythin' last second for the party?"

Wynonna flashed him a flirty smile before standing, rounding the bed, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her husband grinned under his thick mustache as she tipped up and kissed him, her voice low in his ear after they broke. "Cake, balloons, streamers, and the pinata?"

Doc pulled back immediately. "You said you were ready for this."

"I am! I got the bananas and the ice cream!" Wynonna defended. "And I've got a killer playlist for the party."

"Oh, well then…"

"Ass."

"I'll pick it up," he assured her and kissed her forehead. "Have a good breakfast with the girls."

"Don't get distracted by the glitter."

He shot her an amused look before sauntering off towards the shower, tugging his t-shirt off halfway there and damn it all if they did not have time for those sorts of distractions today.

The alarm was blaring off somewhere to his right and he reached a hand out clumsily for it, finally cracking is eyes open to find himself staring up at the ceiling above the bed, everything a little blurry. He found the offending source of the noise, slamming his open palm down against the clock hard once, twice, and it finally stopped screaming at him on the third try. Blissful silence met him and he soaked it in for a long moment, hoping that the sound wouldn't wake the little girl sleeping in the room next to theirs.

"I thought you said you turned it off last night," a sleepy voice muttered next to him and Robert turned back towards her, close enough that he could make out her drowsy form in the early morning light even without his glasses. Willa's dark blonde hair was half covering her face where she lay buried down into her pillow, almost as if it would ward off the need to get up and get moving for the day.

"Apparently not," her husband grumbled, shifting down deeper under the covers against his better judgement. He could see the little smirk playing across her features as his hand wandered under the sheets, fingers ghosting over her hip as he carefully wrapped an arm around her waist and scooted her closer to him.

By the time she got there, she was grinning at him. "Hey."

"Hey," he greeted back, voice low and raspy. She seemed to like it well enough as she leaned in, her own hand finding the edge of his t-shirt and he felt her cold fingers tease at bare skin beneath it as she pressed her lips against his. It turned into a hell of a good morning as he felt her sitting up, moving him so that he was on his back and she was leaned over him, the same blond hair falling all around both of them now. Robert sank back against the pillow as he felt her hand slide up, palm pressed against one side of his face, and she leaned into the kiss.

"Mama, Kitty threw up."

Blue eyes popped open and Willa immediately shifted off of him, trying to play it as cool as any mother could when their four-year-old walked in when they shouldn't have. "What, sweetie?" she asked, and Robert reached for his glasses on the bedside table.

"Kitty threw up," Grace repeated, looking very put out that she had to repeat herself. The four-year-old crossed her arms and stuck her lower lip out just a little. She looked a sight with her thick, light brown hair sticking out in all directions, even her bangs, from under the hood of her purple panda pj's, the bottoms just a little too long so they nearly covered up her favourite new slippers that Willa had sworn she would never wear when she'd begged for them in the store. Those had unicorns on them. She had told her daddy that the pandas and the unicorns were friends one day and it was all he'd been able to do to keep a straight face.

Willa fell back against her pillow, reaching over to pat Robert as she did. "Your turn."

"Pretty sure I got the last one." He could almost feel the glare building there and he let a teasing grin stretch slowly as he leaned over her and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "But I wouldn't dream of asking a pregnant woman to clean up after the cat. I'm not a monster."

She hummed and chuckled, but never actually agreed as he shifted out of bed and his bare feet hit the cold wood floors. A chill ran through him as he stood and Grace was waiting for him, ready to show him exactly what he needed to do and to supervise. Together they got it cleaned up, Grace's real job to keep the cat out of the middle of it, and after they'd gotten it all taken care of and thrown away he scooped her up, feeling her melt sleepily against him. No one was an early riser in the Svane household.

"Do you want breakfast or do you want to go back to bed?" he asked her, and for just a moment he thought maybe she'd already fall asleep with the way she was draped over his shoulder.

"Cinnamon toast?" came the delayed reply.

"Breakfast then?"

"Cinnamon toast," she corrected and Robert chuckled, reaching up to bury his long fingers in her hair and ruffle it a little.

"Whatever the little angel wants," he answered and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he carried her into the kitchen.

Robert set her down on the counter, careful to watch that she was steady before moving towards the coffee pot to fill it with ground beans and set it to go. He glanced over to see a pair of hazel eyes just like her mother's watching him and he offered her a wink as he dug through the cupboards for the sugar and the cinnamon. He found both and moved back to the counter next to her, those eyes watching every step, and he set it down while reaching for the bread.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Angel?" He glanced over and saw the most serious look that a four-year-old could manage.

"I wanna go to the books."

Robert snorted a short laugh at the request. He'd been expecting something much more daunting. "We're going to Alice's birthday party today. What do you say we go to the library tomorrow?"

She set her tiny jaw, thinking on the proposal for a long moment before she finally nodded. "Can Alice come?"

"Ah… Alice doesn't like the library as much as you do, Angel."

"'Kay."

And that was that. Robert put together their breakfast and Grace helped, offering tips on more cinnamon and more sugar all the way through. Once it had met her approval he popped it into the oven and turned to find Willa standing at the kitchen entrance and smiling at him. He quirked a hesitant smile of his own. "What….?"

"It's just funny, is all. I remember being a freshman in high school and every girl knew Doc Holliday. I guess he was Hank back then, but we all knew him. Then there was this idiot that he made friends with and damn if he wasn't the biggest dork I'd ever seen."

Grace giggled and looked at him. "You were a dork, Daddy."

"I was…. studious," he corrected, pressing a kiss to her cheek before checking to make sure he wasn't burning the toast in the oven.

"You were a dork. Don't lie to your kid," Willa teased. "I wouldn't have given you a second glance then."

"Something changed."

"Mm. You grew up… maybe I did too. I'm glad we did."

He reached for the mit and opened the oven door, pulling the cookie sheet from it and setting the newly toasted sugar and cinnamon coated bread on top to cool. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Also glad you finally worked up the nerve to ask me out when you came back to Purgatory. I thought Doc was gonna break your arm as hard as he twisted it."

"Any reason we're taking a trip down memory lane?" Robert chuckled.

"Just enjoying the scenery," she answered, her eyebrow jumping suggestively.

Robert chuckled and grabbed for the plates from the cupboard before turning and lifting Grace from her seat and to the floor. "You want to take your own plate?"

"Yeah," she answered, glancing over to her mother. "Am I gonna have a little brother or little sister?"

It was Willa's turn to crack a smile. "We don't know yet, honey. We should in a couple of days when I go to the doctor."

"Will you tell me?"

"Of course."

"I think it's a little brother. I always wanted a little brother. Since I was two."

"Did you now?" Willa laughed and grabbed her own plate, kissing the cook on the cheek as she moved past. "You know what today is, Grace?"

"Alice's birthday," Grace answered without missing a beat, but immediately stuffed nearly half the slice of toast into her mouth.

Robert leaned back in his chair as he watched his girls, Willa smiling and shaking her head while Grace knew that she'd made her mother smile. It hadn't always been this simple, but he loved it, and he wouldn't change it for anything.

"Hey?" Willa called softly, touching his hand and he blinked owlishly at her from behind his rimmed glasses, startled out of his thoughts. "What's on your mind?"

"Just how lucky I am," he murmured, taking her hand and bending to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"Charmer," she said with a grin.

"Don't make it untrue."

"Mm." She stood and leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips and he felt the rush of wanting more. "You have that meeting at the school, don't you? You'll be done by two?"

"If we're not done by noon there'll be a riot. Should be at the bar in time to help you decorate."

"Are you going to talk to what's-his-name? The one Jeremy likes? You know he's never going to ask him out himself."

Robert snorted. "You keep thinking I'm going to play matchmaker right after giving me hell on how long it took me to ask you out."

"Mama's scary," Grace piped up from her place, cinnamon and sugar everywhere.

"You bet I am," Willa answered and kissed the top of her head. "I'm an Earp, and your daddy knows it." She offered him a wink. "Love you."

He kissed her, this time letting it linger just shy of receiving a complaint from their daughter before breaking it off to get ready to go down to the high school before their niece's party.

"Are you sure she said this diner?" Nicole asked drowsily.

Waverly grinned, giving her sleepy girlfriend a gentle nudge. "It's the only one in town. Drink your coffee. It'll help."

She received a grumbling response and Waverly smiled. Well, not everyone could pop out of bed that quickly.

"Auntie Waverly!"

Hazel eyes flickered over to see a bounding newly-turned-five-year-old aiming right for her and Waverly grinned as she stood from the table to scoop the little girl up and spin her around. "Hey, birthday girl! Look at you up bright and early. You didn't get that from your mom, did you?"

Wynonna shot her younger sister an irritable look and Waverly just grinned widely at her. "No Willa this morning?"

"At this hour? You're lucky I'm here."

"Aunt Willa's coming to the party," Alice explained. "Gracie's been sick."

"Oh no, she didn't tell me that."

"Hard to get ahold of you some days," Wynonna said with a smirk and took a seat next to Nicole so that Alice could sit next to Waverly. The redhead seemed to have stirred out of her sleepy daze enough to greet the birthday girl, though, and currently had her wrapped up in a big hug and pressed a kiss to her dark hair.

"I wanna sit here," Alice told her aunt, pointing at the seat that Waverly was returning to next to Nicole and the third Earp sister lifted one fair eyebrow.

"Do I even get a please?"

"Please? I wanna sit next to both of you."

"It's her birthday, Waves. Don't give her a hard time," Nicole teased and offered a wink to Alice whose grin couldn't get any bigger.

"Ooooookay," Waverly teased and moved over one seat next to her sister.

Alice crawled up into the seat with a satisfied grin on her face and refused the booster seat but readily accepted the kid's menu with the crayons and the birthday crown that the waiter gave her. "Can I have a candle in my pancakes?"

"I think we can make that happen," he answered and took the orders and handed Wynonna what looked like a cup of much needed coffee.

"So what theme do you have for the party this year?" Waverly asked.

"Cowboy-princess," Alice said firmly and at the glance Wynonna shrugged.

"The kid gets what she wants. Only turn five once, but you would know that if you'd looked at your invite."

There was mischief dancing in her sister's eyes and Waverly opened her mouth in her own defence, but Nicole jumped in. "She's been stretched pretty thin lately. Between the BBD and gearing up the campaign even I've barely seen her."

"You know, I thought I'd get a break when I put down all seventy-six Revenants in two years. I mean, c'mon, right?" Waverly laughed.

Wynonna quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at her lips. "No rest for the Earp Heir, even after she breaks the family curse, but don't you dare blame it on the BBD. I have to listen to Dolls gripe day in and day out how we haven't seen you at HQ since you decided to run for mayor."

"He said you guys had it covered!"

"And we do. We're good. Right, Nicole?"

"Totally. You just focus on the campaign and let Wynonna, Dolls, Jeremy, and me take care of the paranormal," Nicole agreed.

"Okay," Waverly murmured, wondering if maybe her focus had been a little too much on setting up the campaign and too little on the job that she truly loved. She had been the first Earp Heir that wasn't the first born, but apparently Peacemaker had known exactly what it was doing when it chose her. It had taken two years, but she - along with the others - had broken the curse. All seventy-six of the demons had been sent back to hell, freeing she and her family from the curse from that day on. There were still demons, still paranormal activity, but nothing that had a definite need of the Earp Heir and she had retired Peacemaker to try to focus on bettering the place they lived in.

"Dad would be so proud of you, Baby Girl," Wynonna said, pulling her out of her thoughts. "He always knew you could do it."

"I miss him," Waverly murmured, not quite able to keep the sadness out of her voice. She cleared her voice. "Is Mom coming to the party?"

"Yeah, she's supposed to be in for the day, but I bet if her angel asked that she'd be willing to stay till tomorrow."

"Grandma's not staying?" Alice asked, immediately looking up from her colouring job.

Waverly leaned over conspiratorially. "I bet we can convince her if we work together. What do you say?"

"Yeah! Double team her!"

Waverly choked the coffee she'd just tried to take a sip from and laughed. "You are definitely Wynonna's daughter."

"We're raising her right, you mean," her sister grinned.

"Wouldn't have her any other way."

Breakfast came and Alice's attention was on the sparkling candle that their waiter had gotten for them. It fizzed and popped until she finally managed to blow it out, cheers erupting from around the table and leaving her with a very satisfied look on her face before diving into the stack of pancakes.

Willa was opening Shorty's late that day, the bar reserved for a certain cowboy-princess themed birthday party for the entire afternoon. It had been a tradition that had started with Gus when she'd owned the bar and that Willa had continued when Gus had retired and moved out of Purgatory, leaving the bar to the eldest Earp sister. Every year since Alice had been born the family banned together to decorate and throw a big party. They'd upped it to two parties a year when Grace had been born, and soon enough they'd have a third. If Wynonna wasn't careful, Doc was going to start getting ideas about adding a fourth kid to the Earp clan. Funny, no one questioned that they were, very much, the Earps, no matter what names were taken as they added to their family.

"Look, Mama!" Alice cheered as she tore free of Wynonna's grip to run into the room filled with balloons, streamers, and a whole set of pink cowboy hats, pink spurs on pink boots, and even pink toy guns on the table in the corner.

Grace looked like she'd already gotten into hers and had added a purple tutu for whatever reason had taken over her attention in that moment. She caught sight of her cousin and Alice tried to pick the tall little girl up to spin her around as they giggled and cheered like they didn't see each other a few times each week.

"What do you think?" Willa asked as she crossed the bar, drying her hands off on a rag and motioning to the room.

"I think that if Doc and Robert made you lift a finger I'm going to make both of them regret it."

Willa cracked a grin. "Nah, they've been good. Had to keep your husband out of my stores though. All these years later and I don't know if he's the best or the worst influence."

"You're just pissed you can't drink for at least another four months." She waited for her sister to shrug noncommittally before flashing a grin of her own. "And Robert never would have worked up the courage to even ask you out, much less marry you if it weren't for Doc," Wynonna pointed out, looking over to where the two old friends were seated at one of the tables and Robert offered a quick wave of greeting.

"We were just talking about that this morning," Willa mused. "I know you didn't like him at first-"

"He gets on my last nerve, and I know that the sneaky bastard does it on purpose. He puts on that innocent good guy act pretty well, but I know better." She shrugged, a smile tugging as her daughter and her niece started swinging each other around in a very excitable game of ring-around-the-rosy. "But he's grown on me. Family."

"Family," the older Earp sister agreed as both little girls toppled over giggling shrilly. "And Robert is a good guy. The best."

"Well…."

"So, how did I do?" Doc asked as he sauntered over, motioning to the streamers and balloons and interrupting before the two sisters could continue the old joke that had lost most of its venom on Wynonna's end. She hadn't trusted the dark haired man that they had met at this very bar. To be fair, Wynonna didn't trust anyone when she first met them. It was one of of her many charming qualities Doc always teased.

"You got the cake, right?"

"'Course, darlin'."

"Smart man. Knew I married right."

He flashed her that grin of his and leaned in for a kiss. Wynonna felt his arm snake around her back as he dipped her down and he didn't let her go even as she started laughing at his antics.

"Mama, can I open presents?" Alice asked from off to the side.

"Once everyone gets here," Wynonna answered, finally tilted back up onto her feet and she took a playful swing at her husband.

Alice made a face at her but Grace had hold of her hand, dragging her over to the boots and hats waiting on the table, all too eager to help the birthday girl dress for the party.

As tiara adorned hats and bright pink boots were donned, the party guests started trickling in, bringing presents and joining the members already there. There were familiar faces like Dolls and Jeremy and those that weren't around nearly as much as they once had been, like Aunt Gus and Michelle Earp who had made special trips into Purgatory for Alice's fifth birthday. Waverly swept in a few minutes after Nicole who had been happy to see that her predecessor in the sheriff's office had managed to break from his retirement fishing just long enough to make an appearance at the little girl's birthday party. Wynonna certainly didn't remember Nedley being such a good sport when she had been a kid, but he took a knee so that Alice could fit him with a pretty pink hat with extra glitter dumped on it courtesy of she and Grace's artistic additions. Dolls just barely missed the same as he shuffled over to where Doc and Robert were leaning against the bar chatting with Waverly and Nicole, but Jeremy was pulled into the newly decided on game of Earp Heir in which, somehow, both girls were the Heir and that made Jeremy the Revenant. They chased him around, giggling and trying to corner him with their little plastic, pink toy guns.

It was perfect, she realized as she wandered over to join the group at the bar, Doc handing her a beer. She couldn't have dreamt up a better scenario if she'd tried. Everyone was happy and safe. It was more than she ever thought possible growing up under the shadow of the Earp Curse, but there they were, and their children never had to worry about having that rest on their shoulders.

"Uncle Robert, Uncle Robert, you're next!" Alice called.

"Next what?" Robert asked, lifting one dark eyebrow over his own drink.

"Rev'nant!" the little girl said and pointed her little toy pistol at him, making shooting sounds as she did.

He didn't move, and Wynonna thought that he might have actually gone a little pale for just half a beat. It was so quick that she never would have seen it if she hadn't been staring right at him, and it certainly didn't seem like anyone else noticed the very brief change in demeanor.

"Okay, we're good," Jeremy huffed from across the room and the girls were on him immediately, much more interest in a target that was willing to run rather than stand there staring at them.

"Hey," Wynonna murmured, drawing Robert's blue gaze over to her, "you okay?"

"'Course," he answered, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You looked spooked. Just making sure."

He gave her one of his small, tilted smiles and sipped at his beer. "Never been a big fan of guns."

"Boy, did you grow in the wrong town," she chuckled.

"We don't know what happened with Robert," Doc laughed as he slapped the other man on the back. "Always been a little off."

"You're one to talk, Hank."

The boys kept at it back and forth and Wynonna smiled as she listened to their lighthearted bickering, but something tugged at the edges of her mind. She wasn't sure what it was, necessarily, but something had been off, even unfamiliar, in Robert's eyes moments before. It was nothing. It had to be nothing. What else could it be?

"Wynonna, isn't it time for presents?" Jeremy called from across the room, his voice a little desperate now that he'd been caught by two very determined Earp girls.

"Presents!" Alice cheered and bounded towards them without waiting for the go ahead. Thankfully Michelle was close enough to scoop the little birthday girl up and set her in her lap so that she could open the presents in the order they were intended. Any worry, any strangeness was lost to the sound of Alice's laughter and the peace that the family had found.

Notes: This story popped into my head a couple of nights ago and a little under 48 hours and nearly 5K words later, here we go. Major thank you to @kimbus-the-whimbus and @setmeatopthepyre for bouncing around so many of the ideas with me and helping me work through some of the snags.

I'm really excited for this one. If all goes as planned, there should be some fun twists and turns. I'd love to hear what you think so far :)

#Such Great Heights #Wearp fanfic #Wynonna Earp fanfiction #wynonna earp #bobo del rey #doc holliday #waverly earp #nicole haught #willa earp #xavier dolls #jeremy chetri #alice michelle earp

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