#Officer Nicole Haught

[idealuk]

🥳 ... 😂😭, ...

... we're getting married and settled WayHaught (unless Emily has fuckery planned), but then that's really it.

[ferrarer17]

[girl4music]

I’m dying to see that WayHaught making out scene with Waverly with the short hair.

Talk about WAAAAAAYHAUGHT.

Kat said “Evolved”.

She wasn’t wrong.

[superherocapturedbydemons]

[wayhaughtficrec]

Waverly writes a book a Nicole is the publisher, enemies to lovers plot prompt.

Okay, but I’d read the shit out of that. This feels very targeted.

[lordcryosrealmoftrash]

Characters who aren’t butch but I say are

Number 1 Kanan Matsuura AKA Dolphin Dad

Is the dad friend

Can't dress for shit

Often wears men's clothes

Deserved to have muscle definition

Number 2 Tomoe Udagawa AKA The only simp I simp for

Best friend is unknowingly in love with her

Stronk

Drummer

Is popular with the ladies

Does not understand femmes

Dumbass

Childhood besties being in love

Number 3 Yang Xiao Long AKA Lil’ Sunny Dragon

Wears cargo clothes unironically

Rides a motorbike that she named

Has committed numerous felonies

Killed a guy

Number 4 Jean Gunnhildr AKA Magic Eli Ayase

Fuck censorship but this girl is butch so fine

She's a knight

She's in charge of the knights

Number 5 Korra AKA Bisexuals can be butch

We been knew

Buff

Girls who say bruh

Number 6 Nicole Haught AKA The only not bastard cop

A cop (ew)

Rock climbing

The flirtiest motherfucker

Has made out with her girlfriend in her boss' office

Best friend is girlfriend's chaotic older sister

Number 7 Darling Charming AKA Princess Charming

Can and will fuck you up

Literally destined to marry a girl

Stole her brother's future (he's okay, he becomes a furry)

Is not a damsel in distress

Little screen time big impact on 10 year old me

[jackiesarch]

— OCS AS CHARACTERS

tagged by @corvosattano @nightbloodraelle @adelaidedrubman and @florbelles to deposit my children in the town square to be ridiculed. thanks y’all!

rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). if you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100.

i’m very late, so just tagging a few people: @unholymilf @queennymeria @loriane-elmuerto @jendoe @phillipsgraves and anyone else who feels like playing along!

— angela montenegro (bones)

— jaskier (the witcher)

— donna paulsen (suits)

— caroline forbes (the vampire diaries)

— kevin keller (riverdale)

— jamie fraser (outlander)

— robb stark (game of thrones)

— jack dawson (titanic)

— aragorn (lord of the rings)

— nicole haught (wynonna earp)

— ann perkins (parks and recreation)

— pam beesly (the office)

— jane bennet (pride and prejudice)

— glenn rhee (the walking dead)

— juliet o’hara (psych)

— dean winchester (supernatural)

— poe dameron (star wars)

— westley (the princess bride)

— shawn spencer (psych)

— mercutio (romeo and juliet)

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[reminiscingtonight]

When did Lynn talk about kissing Mandy Haught? Also did anyone else think of the show Wynona Earp when they saw her name? Officer Nicole Haught anyone? Lol I didn’t know that was an actual surname.

It was said near the beginning of the most recent Snacks Podcast at around 8:25ish. Disclaimer, it was 100% said as a joke tho 😂

And haha yes! WE was probs the first thing I thought of when I heard her last name

[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy (or Wynonna Earp is Trying to Ruin my Life) - Also on AO3

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Wynonna Earp (TV) Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Rosita Bustillos/Wynonna Earp, Rosita Bustillos & Waverly Earp, Rosita Bustillos & Jeremy Chetri Characters: Rosita Bustillos, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Nicole Haught, Jeremy Chetri Additional Tags: Crack, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, this is overly complicated and ridiculous, rosita just wants to be a good coworker, wynonna wants to join in on the fun, and they were ROOMMATES, extraordinary bad communication by everyon Summary: Rosita honestly had no clue that taking a bartending job at Shorty’s would have her way too invested in her coworker’s nonexistent relationship with her roommate and get embroiled in a scheme that is so stupid but just might work. And that wasn’t even mentioning the hot sister. She just wanted to get through grad school with less debt and entertain herself in this town that is way too small to have enough prospects to even warrant a Tinder.

“Your hot roommate is here.” Rosita said, delighting in the way that Waverly’s eyes narrowed.

“It’s Haught.” Waverly muttered.

Rosita waggled her eyebrows, “I know.”

Waverly rolled her eyes as she walked over to Nicole, who by the looks of it, had just finished a shift. They did this every night that Waverly worked late, where despite the fact Purgatory was smaller than some rest stops, Nicole would double check if she should swing by later and drive Waverly home to their shared apartment. It was cute, if not mind-numbingly nauseating when they stared at each other like they found the meaning of life. 

Rosita watched as Nicole gave Waverly an actual goddamn kiss onto her cheek and walked out the door.

Oh my god.

Waverly bounced back to the bar and Rosita asked, “Is your girlfriend coming back tonight?”

Waverly sputtered and her cheeks turned red, “She’s not my girlfriend!”

Rosita raised an eyebrow, “Are you ever going to ask her out?”

“Of course not! She’s my roommate!”

Rosita rolled her eyes, “So, that just means one of your bedrooms can be converted to an office or something. Extra space for free.”

“That is not how it works!” Waverly's voice grew higher in pitch, “It means it’s messy, especially since she doesn’t like me back.”

Even Jimmy, their most regular regular, chuckled at that. Rosita shot a look at Doc, but he just hid his eyes behind his hat. The coward. “Waverly, anyone can see that she likes you back. Except you.”

“She does not! I would know.”

“Would you? Do you even know what she does when she’s jealous?”

“Why would I know that?”

“Because she does it around you all the time! She tries to hide it, but it’s so obvious.”

“It isn’t! And she doesn’t do it around me!”

Yes,” Rosita sighed, “Basically anytime you get close to a person.” Rosita took a step forward, “She gets all frozen and clenches her fists until her knuckles are white, and only relaxes when you smile at her.”

“No she doesn’t!”

“She really does.” Jimmy piped up from his seat. Waverly glared at him and he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Nevermind.”

Rosita shot him a grateful look.

She had moved to Purgatory at the start of the semester, when her third sublease had been up and she knew she needed to actually find a place to live. Her last place had the worst pink and green decor that made Rosita want to puke every time she saw it. Waverly, one of her few friends at Ghost River University, had mentioned that the rent was cheap in Purgatory and that Rosita could probably get a job at the bar she worked. She had needed something since her position as a TA ended, and she was not doing that again.

Her only real possession was her car, so she had looked at the prices and couldn’t bother to look anywhere else in the city. Was the commute annoying? Yes. The bus that ran from the city and Purgatory never on time? Yes. Did everyone know each other, and the dating pool so small that Rosita had already slept with the one tolerable man? Yes.

But she was saving so much money on rent. And as a grad student in a field destined for research, she took all the savings she could. Plus, working as a bartender made way more than a TA could dream of even with the tuition reimbursements and she didn’t have to grade annoying undergrad’s shitty homework.

The people of Purgatory were certainly an acquired taste, but Rosita found herself enjoying them more every day. And for such a small town, there was a lot of drama. Not that there was anything as interesting as the absolute hopelessness of Waverly and Nicole. It had been funny at first, watching them flit around each other, and allowed her to get to know Waverly’s sister Wynonna, but now it was pathetic. And she couldn’t even imagine how the people who’d watched this from the beginning felt.

She had three more semesters at Ghost River University, and if Waverly and Nicole hadn’t talked about their feelings by then, she’d consider that a worse failure than flunking out of her degree. She didn’t think she was much of a matchmaker, and her subtle prodding hadn’t revealed any results but her mom had always said to leave things better than she’d found them.

Rosita let out a long breath as the last patron left and gave Waverly a weak smile.  Thank god that shift was over, she was pretty sure she was going to keel over and die. The only saving grace was that she didn’t have class tomorrow. Rosita looked at the front door and frowned, “Is Nicole coming back tonight?”

“No,” Waverly said quickly. Too quickly.

“Waverly,” Rosita said, “Why isn’t she coming? She always picks you up on Fridays. And she was smiling when she left.”

Waverly hid her head below the counter. “Why would that matter?”

Rosita sighed, “Waverly, for all the teasing I do I’m not going to tell her.”

“I know.” Waverly whined, “I just, I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?” Rosita frowned, “Couldn’t what?”

“Ask her out!”

Rosita blinked a couple times. “I wasn’t going to force you to ask her out. I mean I’d like to know when you will, just for my own peace. And the rest of Purgatory’s.”

“We’re roommates.” Waverly stressed every syllable.

“Again, so? She likes you.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Waverly’s voice was nearing hysterical, “What, she’ll avoid me? Not reup the lease when it expires?”

“Waverly-”

But Waverly was on a roll, “I don’t want her to avoid me for a few weeks. I want her to never avoid me!”

“Nicole wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t know that.” Waverly finally looked at Rosita, “It’s not worth the risk.”

Rosita shook her head and began to stack chairs, “Just think, you could have it all, dates, hand-holding, probably mind-blowing sex.” She glanced up to see Waverly began to blush, “You guys would probably get married, have bunch of tiny red-heads running around frockling as you look at each other completely lovesick. Wynonna would be a great aunt-”

“Stop.” Waverly’s face could only be described as wistful.

“Is it worth living with that kind of regret?”

The chairs were stacked and Waverly took the broom out, “Fine, does that sound perfect? Yes!” Rosita gave herself a mental high-five, “But she’s not interested in me.”

Rosita couldn’t help it, she snorted. “Okay, here’s where you’re completely delusional.”

“How could you know?” Waverly demanded, “You’ve talked to her maybe three times.”

“I knew in the first minute.”

The first minute had been particularly memorable, it was one of her first days on the job, and Waverly had been tasked with showing her the ropes. It had gone well, until the beer tap had erupted all over Waverly’s shirt and Nicole, who had just come in, had knocked three bar stools down.

Rosita had just taken a step back and watched the two with unbelieving eyes, and later, when she finally met Wynonna, had inquired what was up.

Wynonna had set down her whiskey and sighed, “When your best friend is in need of a roommate and you recommend your sister, you don’t think they are going to fall in love with each other. Hell, I didn’t even notice until Doc asked me how long they had been dating, and at first I was a little pissed. But then, they do this shit,” She waved to where the two were playing an abysmal round of pool, “And their sexual tension makes me horny.”

“How long has this been happening?”

“Two very long years.” Wynonna sat her glass down with a thud.

“And no one’s?”

“Of course we’ve all tried! They’re the two most stubborn people I’ve ever met, Waverly won’t admit anything’s there and Nicole just stares off into space when it’s mentioned as if she’s gone deaf.” Wynonna leaned in and whispered, “We looked them in a closet one time, you know, to make them fess up, and they managed to get out of it. I still don’t know how.”

Waverly snorted, “It’s not like I haven’t tried to see if she was, you know, I live with her.”

“Okay.” Rosita, “Sure, I know you know like, 5 languages, but I’m pretty sure body isn’t one of them.”

Waverly’s mouth dropped open. “I’ll have you know that I was Head Cheerleader.”

Rosita frowned, not sure how that was relevant, and continued on her point, “I mean, what have you done besides make the poor officer all hot and bothered.”

Waverly stomped her foot like a toddler, “I’ve you know, I’ve-”

“Every time you so much as look at anyone else she gets jealous.” That wasn’t strictly true, probably wasn’t at all, but the reaction was priceless. 

Waverly sputtered, and almost knocked over the stack of chairs, “She doesn’t.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Waverly!”

“I’ll prove it to you.” Waverly’s eyes gleamed and Rosita swallowed, feeling like she’d stepped on a landmine.

“Yeah?” Her dad always said she never knew when to stop.

“Date me.”

“Uh, what?” Rosita blinked and looked around. The voice had not come from somewhere else.

“You say that Nicole gets jealous, pretend to date me.”

“Um.”

“And if she does, I’ll know, and I’ll ask her out.”

“Okay, that is an insane plan,” Rosita said, “And then what, tell her our relationship is just a joke? How would that go over well?”

“Well, no.” Waverly frowned. “We’ll just break up.”

“After a day?”

“Yes?”

Rosita sighed as she walked over to Waverly and put her hands on her shoulders. “Waverly, I love you, but I’m not letting anyone think I had a relationship for a day. That’s like a one night stand where the sex is almost good enough you’ll ignore how everything else is horrible.”

“Fine, then we’ll do it for a month.”

“A month?” Rosita choked.

“Are you in?”

Rosita felt frozen as Waverly looked sadly at the bar. She remembered Wynonna’s words, “Two very long years.” If this was going to be the thing to get them together, well.

“And at the end, when Nicole is obviously not heartbroken, you have to drop this. Forever!” Waverly added.

Rosita stared, “Fine, but I get to decide if she’s not heartbroken. You have to actually listen to me about it. Not brush it off like you usually do.”

“Fine.” Waverly grit out.

“And I get to choose my shifts for the next month.”

Waverly narrowed her eyes. “Fine.” She gritted out.

“Perfect.” Rosita grinned. “See you around, darling.”

It was a stupid plan. A horrible one. But if it meant Waverly was doing something about her feelings, then it was better than her lusting and mopeing around.

Right?

Rosita awoke to a loud banging on her door and rolled over in bed with a moan. It was Saturday. Her clock flashed 8:12 AM. She didn’t have classes today and her shift didn’t start until the evening, so why was someone interrupting the only time she got to sleep in?  

She padded out of bed as the banging grew faster, and swung open the door, not even caring that she wasn’t wearing pants, “WHAT!”

She wasn’t sure if she was more surprised that Wynonna Earp was up this early or that she was at her apartment. How did Wynonna even get this address? They’d talked like five times, not counting when Wynonna ordered drinks.

“You bitch!” Wynonna took a step forward and the next thing Rosita knew her face hurt. 

She staggered back. “What. The. Fuck.” 

“You’re dating Waverly?!”

“What?” Rosita asked, “God my coffee maker isn’t even on yet.” She whined as she rubbed her face. She couldn’t believe that Wynonna had punched her.

“Talk!” Wynonna growled, “I wake up to nine messages this morning. Nine!”

Wynonna shoved her phone in Rosita’s chest. Rosita barely caught it and she stared at the blank screen. “It’s off.” Wynonna grabbed the phone back and unlocked it and shoved it into Rosita’s face, her hand vibrating.

Rosita blinked a couple times before she could focus on the screen.

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Wynonna?

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Are you up?

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Plzzzzz

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Ok

Haughtstuff (2:45am): You’re not

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Your sister just told me she’s dating Rosita

Haughtstuff (2:45am): The other bartender

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Why didn’t you warn me!!!!

Haughtstuff (2:45am): What the hell dude

Wynonna (7:53am): wut the fuck?

Wynonna (7:53am): she didnt tell me that

“Umm,” Rosita blinked several more times and read the messages again until it faded to black.

“You know. You know that they are in love with each other.”

“Yes.”

Wynonna’s jaw dropped, “And what? You think you’ll date Waverly? What kind of masochist are you! Are you just playing with my sister!”

“SHUT UP!” Rosita massaged her temples, “WE AREN’T DATING!”

“What?”

Rosita sighed and gestured Wynonna inside, “I was baiting Waverly.”

“As we all do.”

“And she was all like Nicole’s never jealous.”

“Maybe she needs glasses?”

“So we’re arguing and she says she’s going to have to prove me wrong. And if Nicole’s jealous, then she’ll ask her out.”

“How are you going to prove it?” Wynonna demanded.

“We’re going to pretend to date,” The answer hung between them. 

“Fuck.” Wynonna said and sat down on a nearby chair. “I should probably get you some ice.”

Rosita’s glare hardened. “Yes, the kitchen’s that way.”

“She swore that she would do something about it then?”

“Yes.”

There was just the sound of the freezer being opened. “Really. Huh.”

Wynonna returned and tossed a bag of frozen peas at Rosita. “I’m just kind of amazed.”

“Well, she did. So, now we just have to show Waverly these texts.”

“No.” Wynonna said and then frowned sadly. “I wish, but Nicole would kill me, and I already know that Waverly would say some shit like,” Wynonna flung some hair over her shoulder and made her voice higher, “She was just so surprised and wants to know in case I bring Rosita over.” 

Rosita sighed, “Sounds like Waverly.”

They settled into silence until Wynonna cleared her throat and Rosita looked up to see Wynonna staring at her bare legs.

Rosita stood, “Now leave, next time you’re over here it better be with coffee and donuts.”

“As you wish.” Wynonna mocked. “And sorry, about punching you, I just.”

“Hey,” Rosita smiled, “It would be crazy if Waverly and I started dating. And a little insane. I may deserve a punch for that.”

Wynonna nodded and headed towards her door, “Didn’t think you were the type to sleep in negligee but if you have the assets you should flaunt them.”

The door shut before Rosita could find something suitable to throw.

“What happened to your face?”

Waverly’s exclamation easily cuts over the din of Shorty’s and Rosita blinks for a second before remembering that Wynonna’s punch had left a slowly growing bruise.

Several regulars looked on and Jimmy let out a whistle, “Got you good too.”

Rosita rolled her eyes, “Caught the bad end of a punch.” She answered.

Waverly looked like she was about to ask more questions, but Rosita gave her a pointed glare and she returned to stacking glasses. Rosita shrugged off her coat and stepped behind the bar.

“So?”

“So?” Waverly questioned.

Rosita rolled her eyes. How was she a graduate student? “So, how did telling Nicole go?”

“Oh.” Waverly’s voice was flatter than the guitar one of Rosita’s ex’s had left three years ago.

“Oh?”

“She, well, she just said congratulations and then she went to her room.”

“Okay!” Rosita said. “She probably went to cry or something.”

“What?! No she didn’t. She didn’t care at all.”

Rosita sighed. “Remember when I said you’d have to listen to me? To at least acknowledge what I said?” 

Waverly just crossed her arms, “How many times have you even talked to Nicole?”

Rosita sighed, “Fine, whatever,  have you thought about how we’re going to sell this?”

A look passed on Waverly’s face, but Rosita had no idea how to read it. “We can figure that out later, it’s not like we’re going to have to face her together yet.”

The door slammed open, “Hellloooo!” Wynonna called with a grin. Behind her a slumping Nicole walked in.

“Hi.” Waverly said faintly.

Rosita rolled her eyes and then kissed Waverly’s forehead and turned to greet the duo. Wynonna was grinning like a mad woman and Nicole just had a faint frown etched onto her face. “What can I get you two?”

“Whiskey.” Wynonna smiled. “Doubles.”

“Wynonna.” Nicole said warningly.

“Oh, Haughtshot wants triples.”

“Do not Rosita,” Nicole sighed as she looked at Wynonna’s face, “We’ll have doubles.” She mumbled out.

“And this is why you’re my best friend.” Wynonna said. “I’m telling you, the only way is to drink away the sorrows.”

“Sorrows?” Rosita said as she gave them their drinks, curling her toes to keep from laughing at Wynonna’s exaggerated wink.

“Um, it was a hard, a really hard day at work.” Nicole mumbled out and then drank half the glass in one go.

Rosita and Wynonna shared a look that had Rosita turning away before Nicole saw her grin. “Hey, Waverly.” Rosita called, “Keep an eye on Nicole and Wynonna.”

Waverly frowned at her, but wandered over. “Fine.”

As she passed, Rosita whispered in her ear, “Nicole’s having a bad day.”

Waverly transformed instantly and booked it towards the pair.

Hopeless. The pair of them. 

Why did she even try? How could Waverly not see the longing in Nicole’s eyes? Or how she looked torn between punching Rosita or crying? Or the sheer happenstance that her bad day is the day that Waverly is suddenly not single?

“Hi.” Nicole said faintly. “So that’s Rosita.”

“You remember her. You see her all the time when you pick me up.” Waverly said and pushed Nicole’s shoulder carefully.

Rosita turned around and saw Nicole looking down her body and then immediately shifting back to Rosita’s eyes, swallowing nervously. Waverly was on the side, watching Nicole carefully, while Wynonna was chuckling.

Nicole’s eyes lingered on the bruise adorning Rosita’s face, but she didn’t say anything, just took another long sip. “I’m not cleaning up after you.” Wynonna said, staring at Nicole pointedly, “You have to hold your liquor just fine.”

Rosita watched for a moment until Jimmy waved for another beer and left to the other end of the bar. They’d be fine. Probably.

Throughout the night, Rosita watched Nicole and Waverly carefully. Waverly was a little jumpy, nervous enough that she spilled a tray of drinks. Luckily, onto the floor and not someone else, but it was still ridiculous. Rosita wasn’t sure if she’d ever see Waverly spill a whole tray before. Even when she was bumped around at the height of hockey season. 

Nicole kept up at a rate faster than Wynonna, and alternated between studying Rosita and staring forlornly at Waverly. Rosita began to give Waverly little touches, a caress of her arm, brushing her hair behind her ear, and silently thanked god that they were at work and nothing more would be acceptable. Waverly seemed too skittish to even notice it was happening. Nicole stared until she was far past buzzed and then started talking loudly to Wynonna. Who was much too amused by the whole thing. 

“I’ll have another.” Nicole slurred leaning over the bar, “Actually, no I can get it myself.”

“I’m cutting you off.” Rosita said and batted away Nicole’s arms.

“Noooo.” Nicole whined. “Wynonna tell her no.”

Wynonna waved her arms, “You can trust us. I mean her. She’s the responsible one.”

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Rosita hoped.

“No. I’ll just be sad and hungover.”

Rosita looked around, but Waverly was on the other side of the room getting people’s orders. “Well, no more for you.”

“Rosita, you’re beautiful you know that?” Nicole said. “So damn beautiful.”

Rosita hesitated, “Um thanks.”

“You better.” Nicole waved a finger in the air, “You better treat Waverly right, okay?” Rosita nodded. “Good. Man, I wish I could hate you.” Nicole mumbled.

Rosita glared at Wynonna who wasn’t even hiding the fact that she was laughing.

“At least you’re beautiful though.” Nicole said. “Waverly!” Nicole brightened. “I was just saying that Rosita’s hot.” Nicole frowned at herself.

Rosita pointed to Wynonna, “Get her out.” And Wynonna didn’t hesitate, leaning Nicole’s arm on her shoulder and practically carrying her on the bar.

Waverly sat down on the sink, the fact that her pants were getting wet not even registering, “She likes you.”

“No,” Rosita said, “you should have heard what she said beforehand.”

“This is over.” Waverly said. “I figured it out.” Her eyes were filled with tears.

“No.” Rosita said desperately, “no.”

“You heard her!” A tear ran down her face.

“She was saying that because she felt she can’t compete.”

“Stop it!” Waverly almost shouted and Rosita was grateful that there were enough people that it was loud enough to bury their voices. “Don’t try to make me feel better.”

Rosita grabbed Waverly’s arm to prevent her from turning away. “Waverly, tell me that you aren’t this stupid.”

“I’m, I’m, not.” Waverly stuttered.

“Give this more time. She was drunk and heartbroken.”

“Yeah, for you.” Waverly’s lip trembled.

“I’ll prove that she doesn’t like me.” Rosita said, “I swear it.”

Waverly wrapped her arms around her and nodded, “Please.”

“I know when a woman is flirting with me, and that was not it.”

Waverly gave a watery chuckle, “Ok.”

“You understand, Nicole’s a lesbian, just because she’s in love with you doesn’t mean she’s blind.”

Waverly lifted her head up and stepped back, her arms dropping. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” Rosita put her arms on either shoulder. “Now, are you ready to ask her out?”

“What?” Waverly said, “No.”

“Waverly, she got drunk, she obviously isn’t thrilled about the development. How often does she get drunk?”

Waverly ignored her question, “I’m sure she’s just worried how intrusive we’ll be and doesn’t want to worry about feeling unwelcome at her apartment.”

“Oh my god,” Rosita said, “You’re hopeless.”

“What!” Waverly cried.

“She’s obviously completely gone for you.”

“No,” Waverly straightened her spine. “It wouldn’t make sense for her to be calling you hot if I was the one she was interested in.”

“Waverly.”

“So, no, I’m definitely not asking her out.”

“You can’t quit now.”

Waverly hesitated, and then spotted someone, “We are at work, we need to work.”

Rosita watched her walk away and bit down a groan. Next to her Jimmy raised his hand, eyes sparkling with amusement, “I could use another glass.”

Rosita filled it and pushed it down with more force than strictly necessary. She crossed her arms as she waited for Waverly to return. But Waverly ignored her and started to organize glasses.

Rosita marched over, “We are not ending this on the first night, okay. This is going to work.”

“Nicole isn’t interested, we found out, it’s over.”

“No, I know that Nicole is, you’re just too blind to see it, and some little comment when she’s drunk and heartbroken means nothing.”

“She isn’t heartbroken.”

“God, how did you graduate college?”

“With honors!”

“We aren’t ending this.”

“Fine.”

“She loves you.”

“She really doesn’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

Waverly stopped and blinked a couple times. “What?”

“I can’t have you skipping out because Nicole isn’t pulling out a sword and dueling for your hand.”

“Nicole would never do that.” Waverly scoffed and Rosita raised an eyebrow.

“So, $100 that she’ll tell you to break up with me by the end of the month.”

“$100!” Waverly gaped.

“It has to be worth it.” Rosita shrugged.

“Fine.” Waverly said. “This will be the saddest $100 I’ve ever made.”

“I’ll put $15 in that she does something by the end of the week,” Jimmy called.

“Shut up Jimmy!” They both yelled, still staring at each other. Rosita held out her hand and Waverly furiously shook it.

“It’s a deal,” Waverly said.

“I can’t wait.” Rosita flounced away, “$100 and my friend’s undying happiness.”

“Ughh,” Waverly groaned, “I wish.”

“This is going to be the happiest $100 you give away.” Rosita reminded and then turned to some customers. This was going to work. It had too. She could barely deal with fifteen minutes of sad Waverly.

[dragonbinx]

Home for the Holidays

Part of my Christmas series from last winter.  Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: Wynonna Earp

Ship: Wayhaught

Characters: Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp, Rachel Valdez, Wynonna Earp

When the homestead first started turning into a winter wonderland, Nicole didn’t think much of it. Waverly was nothing if not enthusiastic about … well, most things, and Christmas in particular. If the decorations started going above and beyond even their usual epic proportions, well, it was Waverly, and they had a teenager in the house, and friends to host on Christmas Eve, and it was Waverly. So sure, she wasn’t sure when they got festive sheets on their bed, and the blustering wind definitely made the increase in outdoor decorations, including the waving Santa Claus, more precarious than Nicole would’ve liked.

But it wasn’t a big deal. Nothing to worry about. At first.

The closer to Christmas it got, the more enthusiastic Waverly got. Their kitchen was already filled to the brim with various holiday treats, enough that they were starting to get stored in the family room, too. Waverly had gotten mini-trees for their room and Rachel’s, and decorated them in themes; nutcrackers for her and Nicole, and reindeer for Rachel. And she was trying to get them to do Christmas activities. There was a movie marathon, then the themed trivia night at Shorty’s, and then there was the night she has them drive around town to look at the few houses that had lights up together.

It came to a head on the eighteenth of December, when Rachel slammed a box of hot chocolate in front of Nicole. “You have to fix this,” she said urgently, her eyes bugging out of her head.

“Um, I have to fix hot chocolate? Why?”

“Waverly got rid of all my kombucha and she’s been pushing this on me. And cider, which, you know, fine, but eggnog too! My room looks like Santa’s workshop, she’s making me wear this,” she tugged on her sweater, which had a several candy canes stitched on it, “and she’s pushing cookies on me every time she sees me. It’s getting weird.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad. Waverly makes great cookies.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes and stuck her chin out in challenge. “Uh-huh. She wants us to go caroling.”

“I don’t want to do that,” Nicole admitted, a sudden sour taste in her mouth at the thought of going around and singing to all her constituents, who mostly tolerated her on the best days.

“And she said when she’s done here, she’s going to start decorating your office. She said it wasn’t festive enough.” Nicole gulped and, likely sensing her weakness, Rachel delivered the killing blow. “You know that Santa that plays Jingle Bell Rock every time you walk past it? She said she wants to get one for you. She thinks they’re funny.”

Nicole was just as bug-eyed now. “Right, okay, I will talk to her.”

“Good. Do it soon. And I want my kombucha back!” With that, Rachel huffed off to her room, leaving Nicole with the dilemma of how to ask her wife why she was being too excited about Christmas.

*

Two more days passed as Nicole grappled with how to bring up the subject. It didn’t help that it seemed like Waverly couldn’t sit still. She’d thankfully put her plans for the station on hold; unfortunately it seemed like it was so she could turn her attention to Shorty’s, much to Nedley’s distress. The bar now had poinsettias all over to “brighten up the place” and she’d replaced the tap handles with little Santa Clauses.

Finally, Nicole caught her in the kitchen first thing in the morning, humming to herself as she rolled out a block of brown dough. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, hi, sweetie pie!” She greeted cheerfully, dusting the top of the dough with flour. “I’m making some more gingerbread cookies. You can never have enough, you know.”

“You’ve made, like, six dozen gingerbread cookies already. That’s definitely enough.”

Waverly's smile was so wide it almost looked painful. “But these ones are for Nedley! Look, I found this little beer mug cookie cutter. Isn’t it so cute?”

She held it up for Nicole to admire, and she had to admit, “Yes, it is very cute. But I don’t think Nedley really wants more gingerbread cookies, since we already gave him a box of them and all. I think … I think maybe we need to talk.”

The smile dropped off Waverly’s face, and she turned back to her dough. “Talk about what?”

“I don’t know, but there’s obviously something. You’re on some kind of Christmas spree.”

“I’ve always loved Christmas, you know that.” She sprinkled more flour on the dough, to the point that Nicole could barely see the dough anymore.

“Yeah, but it’s more than that. You’re obsessed.” She squinted down at her wife. “Wait, this isn’t a possession thing, is it? Like some weird holiday ghost or whatever?”

“Of course not. And I’m just excited for Christmas,” Waverly insisted, reaching for the rolling pin. Nicole saw her opportunity and grabbed the pin first. “Hey!” Waverly tried to take it back, so she held it up high over her head, and after one very adorable attempt to jump up and get it, Waverly settled on glaring at her instead. “Nicole, give it back.”

“Not until you talk to me,” she insisted, holding the rolling pin aloft and giving her best Sheriff Haught serious business expression.

Waverly crossed her arms and her face pinched together. “Fine. I miss, Wynonna, okay?”

Nicole tilted her head, confused. “Okay. I get that. But she’ll be home in a couple days.”

“She said she was coming back before the end of the summer. And then she said she’d stop by for Halloween.” Waverly sighed. “She left before, Nicole. She took a really long time to come back. What if she doesn’t … what if …” She broke off, blinking rapidly.

“Oh, Waverly.” The arm holding the rolling pin slowly lowered as she realized that this had been eating at Waverly for months, and she’d missed it.

“It’s stupid. I know she’ll come back. I mean, she literally has to, she’s the heir. We’re gonna need her some point.” Waverly dashed tears from her eyes. “But I don’t want her to just have to come here. I want her to want to come here, y’know?”

“You mean you want her to want to come back for you,” Nicole translated gently.

She shrugged, eyes downcast. “Is that so wrong?”

“No, of course not. Come here.” She finally put down the rolling pin and pulled Waverly into her arms, cradling her gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I should have told you,” Waverly admitted, laying her head on Nicole’s chest. “It’s just so silly. I don’t want to be worried about this. I shouldn’t be worried about it.”

“Hey, it totally makes sense. Wynonna is absolutely going to come back, but I get it. She has priors.”

Waverly laughed shakily, but didn’t disagree.

“Do you want to make more cookies?”

“Maybe. But not right now.” Waverly sunk into the hug, nuzzling her nose into Nicole’s skin, and Nicole laid her cheek on the top of her head, and they stood there for long minutes, holding each other in their kitchen.

*

On Christmas Eve, there was still no sign of the wayward sister, but the preparations for their Christmas party went forward anyway. Rachel was helping Nedley and Billy fix some bulbs that had burned out on the garland out front, still clearly weary of being left alone with Waverly too long. Jeremy was on his way, and Mercedes had said she’d try to stop by later.

Waverly and Nicole were sorting out the food, which Waverly finally admitted she’d made too much of. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said, staring at the rows of festive treats, far too much for the six to nine people they were expecting. “We could feed an army, if an army ate chocolate dipped pretzels with red and green sprinkles.”

“Maybe we’ll send Jeremy home with some stuff, he’s kinda got an army.” Nicole made a face as she sipped the eggnog. “Did you not make any with alcohol?”

“Rachel and Billy can’t have boozy eggnog, so I skipped it.”

“Baby, nobody wants eggnog if it’s not spiked.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here then. I brought rum.”

Waverly’s mouth dropped into a perfect little ‘o.’ She turned slowly, and Nicole could just see her profile as her face lit up at the sight of her sister, standing at the front door with a liquor bottle in her hand. “Wynonna!”

She ran down the hall and threw herself in her sister’s arms, sending her stumbling back a few steps. “Hey, you’re gonna make me drop the booze,” Wynonna complained, even as she clutched Waverly tight.

“Shut up,” Waverly said, voice muffled by Wynonna’s sweater.

“Well, it’s better than the shotgun I got the last time I came back to town,” Wynonna allowed. “Merry Christmas, baby girl.”

“Merry Christmas, Wynonna.” Nicole greeted, when it was clear Waverly was too overcome to say anything else.

“Ginger bitch!” Wynonna dragged herself away from her little sister to give her a hug with the arm not holding the alcohol. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” She frowned as they pulled away. “Wait, where’s Doc?”

“Jeremy pulled up at the same time that we did.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah, they’re gonna be a minute.” She turned back to Waverly and her smile softened. “And we brought someone to meet you.”

Waverly frowned. “What are you …”

The door opened, and Waverly’s half-formed question was answered when Doc came walked in, Jeremy hanging off of him on one side, while in the opposite arm he held a little dark haired girl. “Hello, Waverly, Sheriff Haught. Merry Christmas to you both.” He hitched the little girl up and smiled down at her. “I’d like you to reintroduce you to your niece.”

*

It turned out that Alice was the reason Wynonna hadn’t been back for a while. She and Doc had been easing into a relationship with their daughter, and Wynonna had freaked out and clammed up instead of talking to Waverly about it. Which wasn’t that surprising, honestly.

Waverly filled Nicole in as they stood together in the doorway to the kitchen, removed enough from the party to talk. “She says that they don’t want her to be here too much. Not while she’s so young. And Doc’s not ready to be back, anyway.”

“Makes sense,” she replied, not adding anything about how annoyed she was at the two of them for not letting Waverly know the real reason her sister had stayed away. She’d seen the animated conversation between the sisters on the porch through the window, and she was pretty sure Waverly had pushed Wynonna into a post at one point. Probably Waverly had already let Wynonna know herself how crappy her handling of the situation had been. No need to pile on. At least not while it was still Christmas,

“So, yeah. They’ll probably stay through New Year’s and then take her back to Montana.”

“Maybe you should go with them.”

Waverly frowned. “Nicole, what …”

“Just for a little while. I’m pledged to stay here, not you, and I know there’s a lot out there you want to see.” Nicole picked up her hand and kissed the back of it sweetly. “You deserve to have an adventure or two outside of Purgatory. You can take Rachel, have mother-daughter and aunt-niece bonding time. Maybe look at colleges, we’re really behind on that stuff.”

Waverly pulled Nicole’s hand to her heart and held it with both of hers, smiling sweetly up at her. “You, Nicole Rayleigh Haught, are the best wife in the world. And I maybe I will go traveling with Wynonna one day. But right now I’m pretty darn happy being here with you. Okay?”

Nicole smiled, big and sappy. “Okay,” she agreed, before bending down to kiss Waverly.

“Keep it in your pants, Haught!” Wynonna bellowed from the coach.

Waverly rested her head against NIcole’s and sighed. “That I didn’t miss.”

She giggled and stole one last quick kiss. “Merry Christmas, Waverly Earp.”

[wayhaughtao3feed]

Unforgettable Connections: A Love Story in the Shadows

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6U5ZOKb

by Pr4udy

Deputy Sheriff Laura Hollis and vampire Carmilla Karnstein feel a strong attraction to each other, but a curse erases their memories of their love affair. After Laura is discharged from the hospital, she meets Carmilla again in the Sheriff's Office, and although they do not remember each other, they feel a deep connection.

Meanwhile, Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, and Wynonna Earp try to help Laura remember her past relationship with Carmilla. As the group fights a leathery-skinned demon, Carmilla opens up to Wynonna about her feelings for Laura.

As Laura begins to remember her love for Carmilla, they embark on a journey to rekindle their relationship. But their past comes back to haunt them when they open an ancient artifact, causing them to lose their memories again.

Despite the setback, Laura and Carmilla are drawn to each other once more. As they plan a romantic proposal, the group bands together to help them create the perfect moment. Will their love endure, or will the curse continue to tear them apart?

Words: 2030, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV), Carmilla (Web Series)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Carmilla Karnstein (Carmilla Web Series), Laura Hollis (Carmilla Web Series), Wynonna Earp

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein, Laura Hollis & Carmilla Karnstein, Waverly Earp & Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp

Additional Tags: Love, Memories, erase, True Love's Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6U5ZOKb

[ao3-feedwayhaught]

Unforgettable Connections: A Love Story in the Shadows

by Pr4udy

Deputy Sheriff Laura Hollis and vampire Carmilla Karnstein feel a strong attraction to each other, but a curse erases their memories of their love affair. After Laura is discharged from the hospital, she meets Carmilla again in the Sheriff's Office, and although they do not remember each other, they feel a deep connection.

Meanwhile, Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, and Wynonna Earp try to help Laura remember her past relationship with Carmilla. As the group fights a leathery-skinned demon, Carmilla opens up to Wynonna about her feelings for Laura.

As Laura begins to remember her love for Carmilla, they embark on a journey to rekindle their relationship. But their past comes back to haunt them when they open an ancient artifact, causing them to lose their memories again.

Despite the setback, Laura and Carmilla are drawn to each other once more. As they plan a romantic proposal, the group bands together to help them create the perfect moment. Will their love endure, or will the curse continue to tear them apart?

Words: 2030, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV), Carmilla (Web Series)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Carmilla Karnstein (Carmilla Web Series), Laura Hollis (Carmilla Web Series), Wynonna Earp

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein, Laura Hollis & Carmilla Karnstein, Waverly Earp & Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp

Additional Tags: Love, Memories, erase, True Love's Kiss

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45328225

[girl4music]

They’re pretty damn significant. Hit all the traits and tropes I love. Have some slow burn between them. Not much but a nice amount before Waverly just blazes through that Sheriff’s office and seduces Nicole. A girl that knows what she wants - who she wants - and when she wants it. I can relate to that definitely.

But I think the thing I really love most is just how real they are within a supernatural Universe. Which is very reminiscent of Xena and Gabrielle and Tillow. They’re realistic. Nothing is forced. It’s a natural and organic progression. Even when everything else isn’t. Which is kinda the draw because I love supernatural/fantasy shows that play around with tone, theme and vibe. That are creative and versatile in what they do all the while keeping to the core of what it actually is. The creator/showrunner deserves all the credit for this.

I always tend to have a crush on at least one of them in the WLW ship. It usually tends to be the redhead.

NICOLE is RAYLEIGH HAUGHT! Like… smoking!

Especially with the stetson and cop uniform on.

It’s funny. Kat got asked in one of the Clexacon conventions by a fan what Nicole would do for Waverly as far as sexy roleplay goes because Waverly does a cheerleading and Mrs. Claus dance for her. And DomKat were wracking their brains for an answer.

And I was like “Are you kidding me right now guys? She’d do cop roleplay obviously! She has handcuffs!”

Kat came up with this building a treehouse in sexy underwear rubbish and they all were like “Yeah!”

😒🤨

Anyway, this couple has it all. Everything I love and then some. They are main characters with their own individual arcs. Well, Nicole starts off as a side/recurring character. But regardless, she’s treated as main from the beginning of her appearance because they do a hell of a lot better with her and her story than what was done with Tara Maclay from ‘BtVS’. When she eventually becomes a main character in Season 3, they flesh her backstory and arc out properly and it just makes the ship all the better.

Also the showrunner subverted Bury your Gays by putting a bulletproof vest on Nicole when she was shot. Because a cop would be smart to do that.

Consider me a WayHaught shipper. They’re worth calling another one of my OTP ships along with Xena and Gabrielle, Willow and Tara and Calliope and Juliette because they hit all the marks of what I love to see in a WLW ship. I’m pretty obsessed with them. And I can’t wait for my DVDs to arrive so I can watch the show all over again and watch them all over again. For now I’m just making do with YouTube videos on them. And there really is no shortage of them. So many people really seem to love WayHaught a lot.

I am really not surprised in the slightest that they are considered one of the all-time greatest WLW ships.

They have great chemistry. They’re well-written. They’re both gorgeous. They’re realistic. They’re funny. Their sexual intimacy scenes are 🔥🔥🔥

But most of all. The most important thing of all. They both survive and have a happy ending. Which is rare.

[bidotorg]

Wishing "Wynonna Earp" star, Katherine Barell, a Happy Birthday!

[wayhaughtficrec]

Okay okay. Somebody PLEASE. I’m in a millennial, early-to-mid-2000’s rock mood, so somebody please write some prompts based on these songs:

“Lips of an angel”- Hinder (wayhaught)

“How you remind me”- Nickelback (Wynonna/Doc)

“Incomplete”-Backstreet Boys (wayhaught)

“Decode”- Paramore (wayhaught)

“Someday”- Nickelback (wayhaught)

I’m feeling angsty and yeah, I like Nickelback. So sue me. THANK YOU.

Hey hey, no legal action required.

This prompt though, I support this!

Also - hit me up if you want the link to my Spotify playlist that literally already has all these songs on it.

[girl4music]

Wondering if Nicole Haught is over 30 in Season 4.

Ah fuck it. She’s a fit cop. She’ll be fine.

Waverly prefers anywhere but a bed.

Now I’m wondering where’s the most adventurous place they’ve had sex. Probably the cop car. Or the cop couch. Probably the Sheriff office desk. LOL.

They own that office though and they know it. 😂

i’m all sex positive and shit but i’m begging you. do not make your characters over 30 fuck on the floor. please. think of their lower backs. their knees. have some empathy 🙏