Jan 28, 2021
Aphrodite is one Haught Mess. See Jane Dance is posted https://archiveofourown.org/works/29047584
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Aphrodite is one Haught Mess. See Jane Dance is posted https://archiveofourown.org/works/29047584
Haught Stuff vs. Haught Mess
so i started watching wynonna earp
https://youtu.be/zdi8yqDWmCk
So I watched this video awhile back. I got inspired to write something in Haught Mess. Then it hit me. Releasing tonight, Fake ID. Just imagine the first girl out there as Waverly. You're welcome for that mental image.
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When Christmas starts out as a Haught Mess, Ambrose comes to the rescue. A Brand New Bag is now posted. Welcome to the next chapter of the Coyote Ugly fic no one asked for.
Since Twitter is game...
Twitter has already blew up (well for my small following anyways) for a preview, so here is the first time Nicole and Waverly meet. Welcome to your first glimpse of Haught Mess.
Waverly worked her way down the wooden stairs that had been built into the bar to allow the dancers on stage. Her feet were exhausted, but she only had an hour left before her bartending shift started. She headed towards the locker room with aching feet and drenched in sweat. She was not sure how she was going to serve all night, but she had to try. She needed this.
She turned her attention back to the bar catching sight of Rosita talking to a tall auburn haired woman. Waverly couldn’t make out the details of her face, but her frame was lean, yet built. This had to be Nicole. Waverly secretly wondered how long it would be before she met this mysterious owner face to face. Knowing Nicole had chosen her specifically made Waverly even more curious.
Waverly entered the locker room, suddenly grateful for the showers. The advantage of being a planner is that she had already packed a bathroom bag. She grabbed the mesh bag from her locker and entered the side door. Once inside, she stripped from her yoga pants and tank standing under the cool stream of water letting it wash away any funk from practice.
She was sure that stupid song would be the end of her. She already hated it, so why is it she found herself humming it? She toweled off quickly wrapping it around her midsection as she headed back to the lockers. She paused a moment at the uniform rack picking out a light blue shirt to wear for the night. She hung it beside her jeans in her locker. She looked around the room realizing she was alone. She undid the towel and started dropping it when she heard the door behind her open.
“Oh my God!” A voice Waverly didn’t recognize exclaimed.
Realization dawned on Waverly. Despite her back being to the door and the towel still covering the back side of her body, the wall of mirrors perfectly reflected her naked front to whoever had walked in. The mirrors also reflected back the face of the intruder surrounded by a halo of red hair. It took a second longer than it should have for Waverly to wrap the towel back around herself. Nicole, she thought.
When Waverly glanced back in the mirror, Nicole had turned her back to Waverly her hand covering her eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought everyone had left or I would have knocked first.”
“It’s not a big deal.” Waverly’s blush stated otherwise, but honestly she had changed in many locker rooms with other cheerleaders in high school. They were both adults. Why should this be any different?
“I, uh, I’ll just come back later.” Nicole’s eyes were squeezed shut as she reached out grasping for the door knob. “Again, sorry.” As fast as she had arrived, Nicole was gone once again.
“Rojo, what the hell?” Rosita’s voice boomed from the other side of the door before she entered. She stopped looking at Waverly still standing in a towel. “Oh.” Rosita’s voice quieted as she added up why she had just seen a red faced Nicole come rushing out of the room.
Waverly looked at Rosita hoping for some kind of answer. “What just happened?”
Rosita’s smile turned into roaring laughter, “Well, that’s definitely a first impression.”
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Haught Mess Chapter 5 (My Kinda Night) is live. Things (finally) start to sizzle between Nicole and Waverly.
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A phoenix rises from the ashes. The final chapter of Haught Mess (My World) is now posted. For those who have joined me on this incredible journey I thank you so very much. I hope it meets your expectations.