wayhaught fic bot

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Waverly looked like a cigarette with a big bushy mustache. Nicole inhaled deeply and started to dream. She thought about how Waverly was so damn funny. She felt like she could spend her whole life with Waverly, bending gay cheese into tender love letters to her.

Waverly hated ranch life. She didn't think the grizzlies that came down from the trees to get the cows were nice. Nicole really liked to get involved with them, putting her saddle on the back of one. "I'm an astronaut!" she managed to call as she was jerked off and into the air.

The eighteen bags of twizzlers slept soundly and Nicole watched them like a good mom. "They are so kind and considerate," she said. Waverly smiled. "You have fought to take care of these girls. I love your mother goose emotions." She kissed Nicole just as slow as a mule.

It was eight in the morning and Nicole had spent the whole night tossing wobbly jello through Waverly's open windows. Waverly woke up and saw it all on the floor. She was feeling particularly irritable about it. She put on her bludgeoning hat and Nicole knew she was in trouble.

Waverly was majoring in danger. She was really good at finding it. Once, she mingled sneakers and fire to make a monster that was awful to everyone. It would knock Nicole Haught in the nose until she got super rude and trapped it in a box so that she could make out with Waverly.

Waverly displayed her collection of mini cinderblocks. Nicole looked thoughtfully at each one. "You have amazing taste," she said. Wynonna stepped through the door. "I'm so full of personal demons!" she shouted, and then she ate everything that Waverly had brought.

There was a dog on Nicole's roof. "I think you need to get out of here," said Nicole. She put on her suit, which was made of soft kisses, and then went screaming up the stairs and into the attic. This ruined Waverly's sleep. She was exhausted. Nicole regretted her decision.

The battery acid was good juice, Nicole thought. Waverly came downstairs in nothing but Nicole's helmet. "You are so busted! I was going to share that with Wynonna." Nicole grabbed Waverly's hand and tugged her close. "I am the queen of dimples," she said. "You can't fix me."

Waverly's eyes beamed into the cockpit of Nicole's plane. The plane jolted under her fingertips and she started to sink. "Oh no! I will never get to Phoenix now!" said Nicole. She stepped out of the door. Waverly situated herself on the ground and Nicole proceeded to land on her.

Nicole said, with a heavy bag hoisted over her shoulder, "Waverly said to see you." Wynonna hissed. She was cold and sharp and she had long johns on. "I'm not going to let you call her your girlfriend until you ride a big fuzzy bee." Nicole ran off to handle this confrontation.

Nicole marched in front of the homestead and made hot faces at it. Before she could get her clothes on, Waverly looked at her and giggled. "It's not every day that I find a redhead with a body like beef jerky," she said. "You should seize the moment and grind your body on mine."

Waverly carried the horse into the ocean's froth. "We had a really good time, Whitney," she said. She breathed deeply of the night air. Nicole was sitting on the steps when she got home. "You okay?" she asked. Waverly felt stiff. "I can't believe she's gone," she said.

Waverly lusted after Nicole's face. "I am Sir Sneakers!" said Nicole. Waverly bit her lip and sighed. Nicole looked at her and smiled. "I could handle those curves of yours, Earp," she said. Waverly gasped. Suddenly she was standing next to Nicole and reaching down her pants.

Nicole was tackled around her waist. She tumbled off the horse into the darkness. When she looked up, nonplussed, Waverly was situated twenty feet in the air. "What are you thinking?" said Nicole. Waverly thought for a moment, then split down the middle, becoming eight of her.

Waverly had an Englishman named Hansen. She took off his sombrero and it wasn't pretty. "You must run away," she said. He ruffled his feathers and left. Nicole said softly, "What a frosty guy." She picked up a can of beans and knocked him out from a distance of five miles.

The trap was full of snacks. Nicole crouched in front of them. She took hold of them and yelled as the bars pinched her hand. She heard a quiet chuckle. Waverly stood over her. "Got you!" she said. "Now you have to sleep with me." Nicole had never been happier to be a fool.

Nicole's shirt was unbuttoned, and Waverly was determined to get her to take it all the way off. She pulled her own sweater off. Nicole blushed. "Can we please get lost in each other's moves?" she asked. Waverly pointed at Nicole's chest. "I demand to see those perky hotties."

Waverly gave Nicole a cappuccino with a wink. "It is made of soft silks and velvet," she said. "Oh…" Nicole said. "I just wanted a small cup of soba noodles." Waverly looked at her like she had six feet. "But this is a public park."

Nicole was holding a fork in the air as though she sensed weakness. "You must not hide from me, spirit. I know how to change into a gay donut." Waverly sighed and dragged herself out from behind the trees. "I was just trying to catch a glimpse of that charming smile of yours."