#i liked Waverly leaving because thats all she ever wanted to do

[andrewminyardslawyer]

Ok I was having fun with the Wynonna movie until the last fifteen minutes. The fuck was that.

[sensitive-pigeon]

Pigeon. I absolutely love Get Lost. It's one of my most favorite stories ever, and I recommend it to people to read even if they're not in fandom because it's so. fucking. good. I am in awe of the way that you weave humor into the darker story. Would you consider a post GL one-shot for fun where Nicole and Waverly are looking for a new place to live? And they say things like, "You'll hit your head on the ceiling." Or, "How good is the soundproofing?" The realtor is like, "Uhhh..."

*slams hands on desk* i love you. so much. thank u for asking because it rly cheers me up so much when people ask about my AUs. i appreciate u so much thank you for reccing me thats so kind!!! AHH!!!

since they already live in nicole’s cute cabin together here’s a rly rough, rly quick thing about them picking a tent. written by myself and @msfire!!

SOMEWHERE, ITALY

“Okay,” Waverly Earp said, her eyes flicking to Nicole Haught for only a second before they returned to the road. “Repeat after me.”

“Got it.”

“Where is the bathroom?” Waverly asked in Italian.

No response. She glanced over at Nicole and sighed. Nicole stared back lovingly, leaning on her hand against the car seat, caught in a daze.

“I’m so in love with you,” Nicole sighed in adoration.

“Nicole!” Waverly chastised. “Not when I’m driving.”

“I can’t help it. You’re just so amazing.”

Waverly stubbornly kept her eyes on the road, keeping her mind from wandering too far away before they got to the store.

Almost. Nicole had almost made it the whole drive without succumbing to her gayness. This whole trip, she had been struggling to learn because it was just so hot when Waverly said anything at all but in a foreign language? Nicole was a goner. Plus Waverly looked so adorable in the tiny Italian rental they were in. Nicole could bench press it. Waverly usually liked that. Nicole let out another wistful sigh.

They parked.

Waverly pounced.

Nicole grunted, kissing back at once. It felt like home and warmth and everything Nicole had always wanted. Her girlfriend, her partner, her soulmate. She sighed into it, relaxed and lazy, until Waverly’s tongue teased at her lips, causing her to jolt in surprise.

Waverly pulled back, hand tangled in red hair, and whispered soft in her ear.

“Hotel. After.”

Nicole could only nod, breathless.

“But first!” Waverly said brightly, opening the door and stepping out into Italian sunshine. “Shopping!”

Waverly danced and spun into the sporting goods store, laughing with her arms outstretched. Her hair caught the light and Nicole fell in love all over again, her heart settling at the sight.

“Can you believe it!” Waverly stopped her spinning and Nicole went to her, taking her hand, grinning. Waverly took a deep, cleansing breath. “Our first trip together. We’re doing this.”

“We’re doing this,” Nicole confirmed. A few people were looking but Nicole paid no heed to the feeling of eyes crawling all over her, instead focusing on Waverly’s smile.

“Come on!” Waverly bounced on her toes, leading Nicole to the tent section.

“Why do we need a tent?” Nicole asked. “I’m warm enough for the both of us.”

“Nicole,” Waverly said flatly, “I’m not sleeping on a mountainside in February without a tent because you get ‘too hot.’”

A couple passing gave them a baffled glance. Nicole gave a half-hearted smile before turning to her girlfriend with a Look™. Waverly only shrugged.

“We’ll leave it partially zipped, okay? You can hang your tail out.”

Nicole caught the eye of a worker nearby, who gave no guesses about what he was thinking. Nicole tugged her loud girlfriend further down the line of tents, toward the family tents. They were immense, but Waverly had measured. They’d need something…like…

“This one.” Waverly tapped it. Eight people. “This one you’ll fit in.”

“Are you sure?” Nicole asked skeptically, leaning over to squint. “Is the opening large enough?”

“Six feet.” Waverly began struggling to get it off the shelf. “It’s perfect if you duck.”

Nicole took a hand and hefted it over her shoulder like it was nothing. A whole family paused to stare and Nicole coughed awkwardly, immediately trying her best to slump under the weight and carry it with two arms.

“A lot of kids?” asked the kindly looking wife.

“Uhm…” Waverly responded, giving Nicole a glance. The woman did a familiar double-take at Waverly’s scar, her wide eyes turning to trace Nicole’s as well. “We just…get claustrophobic. Very claustrophobic. Terrifying, really. Being all–” Waverly gestured, “Closed up. Trapped. You know?”

“Yeah,” Nicole said. “Need a lot of space.”

The dad had already herded his kids right on by. The woman gave a false smile. “Right, of course!” she said, rapidly making her leave from the conversation, rather terrified of the pair.

Nicole put one hand to her head and sighed, “I didn’t even do that to her.”

Waverly gave her a consoling pat on the arm.

SOMEWHERE, THE ALPS

The wind howled down the mountainside, battering against the side of a large green tent. It was spread wide over the camp and had enough space for eight people. Inside, Waverly turned over in her sleeping bag, snuggling as close as she could into Nicole.

It wasn’t enough.

“Nicole.”

A soft snore.

“Nicole.”

Grumbling. The arm around her waist tightened and Nicole stretched, pulling her closer before sighing in contentment.

“Nicole!”

“What!” Nicole said, jolting up. The cold immediately entered the space between them, freezing Waverly further.

“Cold!” Waverly squeaked, trying to get her body heat back. Nicole dropped and covered her once again, taking away the brunt of it, but still not enough. Waverly shivered violently.

“Still?” Nicole asked, rubbing Waverly’s arms. She got a trembling nod in return and a ‘yes’ between chattering teeth. “You want me to shift.”

Another nod.

“Okay,” Nicole breathed. She gave Waverly one last, lingering kiss, before she slipped out of the sleeping bag and four bonus blankets into the brilliant dark. A soft groan that turned into a terrifying rumble that soothed Waverly almost back to sleep.

Fur. so much fur. Waverly shifted a bit until she could breathe under Nicole’s comforting weight. She gave a light pat to signify she was okay and Nicole let out a soft, sleepy sigh that rattled the tent walls.

Grunt.

“What?” Waverly asked, lifting her head. A sense of frustration came across the bond and Nicole shifted her head slightly.

The entire tent moved.

“You’re stuck, aren’t you.”

Nicole let out a thin little whine, trying her best to get her horns free of the tent ceiling.

Waverly’s laughter carried down the mountainside.

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