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haircarecetres-blog · 8 days

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bouncybongfairy · 11 months

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Wild Night

Summary: You are convinced by your best friend Stacey into having a wild night at the club where you met Rick Sanchez.

TW: Drug Use | Smut | Alcohol | Rough Sex.

Rick Sanchez x Reader

Word Count: 3k+

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You rummage through your purse, trying to find your lanyard to unlock the door. After what seems like an eternity, you finally get the door open. You set your bag on the island in the kitchen and check your phone. Today was your Friday, and you were looking forward to your three-day weekend from work. With school, work, and your social life, you only want to sleep when you get free time. This was something your inner circle was noticing and pointing out more often. Your phone rings with the collar ID of Stacy. You met her in statistics class and really hit it off.

“Hey girl,” you say into the phone while walking into your bathroom to take off your jewelry.

“Y\N! What are you doing tonight? Novah and I planned on going to The Wormhole tonight and we really want you to come.” She said into the phone, the faint sound coming from the background.

“I don’t know Stacey, I have a ton of homework and I worked today,” you say, taking your earrings off and your claw clip.

“Please, just come out. You told me yesterday that you have a three-day weekend.” She remarked while Marina played quietly over the speaker.

“What does that have to do with anything? My free time isn’t your availability.” You said leaving the bathroom and going to sit on your bed. Stacey sighed and switched her tone before speaking,

“Look, I really miss you. I know you’re working and have a life and I admire how dedicated you are. It just can’t be healthy to be going so non stop. Please just come out with Novah and me, have one or two drinks and if you really are not feeling up to it we can Uber you home. I’ll come over and we can get ready together.. please..?” Stacey at this point was begging.

“Be here in like, an hour okay?” You say while turning the shower water on the heat up.

“Yay! I’ll be there soon girl, I promise you won’t regret this.” Stacey sang into the phone before hanging up. Once you thought more about it, you began romanticizing the idea of going to the club. Getting all done up, breaking out the lashes, extension, heels, mini skirt.

The last time you went out with Stacey you damn near blacked out. Dancing with the strippers on the pole, body shots, the looks you got when you started grinding against Stacey. Once the water was warm, you stepped into the shower and started washing your body. The Wormhole is the sickest club you've ever been to. The bouncers do a great job of keeping creeps out. Some of the bottle girls sell molly and they have strippers.

"What did I get myself into tonight?" you mutter to yourself and you rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

Once Stacey got there, they began doing their makeup in front of the mirror built on your closet door. You were clipping your extensions into your hair while she was applying power to set her foundation.

"So.. are you planning on getting laid tonight?" Stacey asked, shifting through her make-up bag. You chuckle while grabbing your curler and wrapping your hair around it,

"Honestly yeah, I haven't gotten dick in like, three months." You said finishing up your hair, teasing it a bit to give it some volume.

"Oh my gosh, are you serious? Yeah, it's a good thing that I convinced you to come out tonight because that's some grandma shit right there," she said, spraying setting spray on her face.

"I don't know, I'm just tired of the ending. It's like the buildup is great. We're all taking shots and smoking, dancing the night away. The end of the night begins to approach and you start looking for the guy you're gonna take home. The sexual tension is like so electric when you're dancing with said dude or on the car ride home. You get in bed, he'll dig into your hip for a while and then when you do start having sex, they last like 45 mins then collapses after they finish. Then sit there in award silence for 10 minutes before getting dressed and mumbling: mY uBeR iS hErE and run out the door. It's just too much." You said while fixing your eyelashes and grabbing a couple bobby pins to secure your bangs to the side, "do my eyelashes look even?" You ask Stacey who had just finished lighting a blunt, handing it to you so she could answer your question.

"Yes, they look even and yeah I get that. It's hard to find guys our age that can play that mind game. Like, the cat and mouse game. You know, like flirting and teasing but I would settle for a guy who could find the clit without help!" She said, bursting into laughter. "That is setting the bar low, even for you." You joke back while exhaling your hit before turning back to finish getting ready.

After about another 30 minutes you both were leaving your apartment to get down to The Wormhole. Novah was going to meet you both there and you were really excited. After pre-gaming with the blunt Stacey had rolled, you were feeling so optimistic about the night. Especially compared to how you felt before the invite. You're wearing a jean mini-skirt that pretty much looks like a tube top. Pink, chunky pumps, and a white long-sleeve crop top that left your mid-section bare. Your platinum blonde hair blown out Farrah Fawcett style resting on your shoulders and back. Of course, the Juicy bag that you stole from your sister in high school. It really wouldn't be a complete outfit without it. Once you guys walk into the club you immediately find Novah, who saved a table for you guys.

"You know Y|N, when Stacey texted me that you were going to meet us here I can't say that I believed her but I'm so stoked you came out!" She said playfully pushing you on the shoulder. You laugh and nod your head, "Yeah it's been all work no play but I'm here tonight and I'm trying to get fucked up." You giggle which makes both girls laugh. "Let's drink to that whore," Stacey says, walking away to order a bottle.

It was somewhere between the fifth shot of GreyGoose and the second joint you smoked in the bathroom that you became more open-minded. Stacey was behind you, grinding her pelvis against your ass. Novah was dancing in front of you holding their mixed drink in the air. You were really starting to feel drunk at this point, especially when you started wanting a cigarette.

"Our bottle girl has molly, are you down?" Stacey whispers in your ear you immediately turn around and flash her a devilish grin which causes both of you to break out into laughter. You guys track down the bottle girl and buy 60 dollars worth of molly.

That was when you first noticed him, it honestly was a bit embarrassing. You had dipped the acrylic nail on your pinky into the small baggie of powder and brought it up to your nose. Right as you snorted the molly is when you locked eyes with him. His hair was so blue, like seriously blue. He had on a lab coat which at first struck you as weird but it really goes with his whole vibe. One of the first things you notice is that he's alone or at least you were hoping he was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he grabs his glass and takes a couple of swigs.

"Hello, Y|N are you good?" Stacey asks while stroking your hair. "Um, yeah but, do you see that guy over there who -hiccup- who is that?" You ask, referring over to the blue-haired man.

"Oh, that's Rick Sanchez or Smith or something like that, uhh, I think I went to high school with his granddaughter. He's a drunk but also like a crazy scientist who has this weird-ass car airplane hybrid vehicle thing. I don't know tho." Stacy slightly slurred while still dancing to the music that was blaring, "Are you thinking about getting at him?" She asks you while pulling you in to start dancing again.

"Well yeah, I mean like I said I'm tired of clueless men so maybe I should go after an older man, try something new." You said but you couldn't help but giggle the entire time while you said it.

'God this molly is so strong you thought to yourself.

"I support Y|N on their journey to getting space man dick," Novah said, grabbing Stacey as showed you away in an encouraging way to go interact with him. Under different circumstances, it might have taken you more of a pep talk to be so direct but with the liquid and powder courage took away any anxiety. You had to admit it was a bit nerve-racking when you first approached Rick. Most people change their facial expressions and body language to acknowledge the fact that you are approaching them. He just stared at you with the same facial expression from when you first locked eyes. Once you were standing directly in front of him you smiled and greeted him.

"Hey, your name is Rick right?" You asked, fixing your purse strap. "Are you trying to make small talk?" Rick asked sarcastically.

"Sure looks like it doesn't it." You snap back quickly, grabbing his glass and taking a sip out of the black straw. You quickly realize what you thought was a glass of water was indeed pure vodka. You bite down on the straw to keep your face from grimacing.

"What's your name?" Rick snickered, taking the glass back and taking three large gulps.

"Y|N, my friends said that you're a spaceman. Are you?" You ask, becoming impatient on trying to find a good opportunity to ask him to dance.

"How does that concern you or your little girlfriends?" He asked leaning so she could hear him over the speakers.

"Oh, that doesn't really concern me, you know what really does worry me? The fact that you aren't grinding against me on the dance floor. Don't you find that concerning?" You ask sarcastically, grabbing his belt loops and using them to pull yourself closer to him. This causes him to stand up from the bar stool he was sitting on. That was when you realized how tall he was, he was literally towering over you. Your neck was bent completely back to look up at him whereas his head was hanging down to see you.

"I'm not going to be your parent for the night, I don't want to deal with daddy issues." He said which made you throw your head back and laugh. You felt his hand on your back catch you in case you lost balance.

You grab the bag of molly out of your cleavage and scoop a fair amount of powder onto your nail. You bring it up to his nose and whisper in his ear as he snorts it, "I don't need a daddy, I need a dick that lasts longer than an hour and doesn't need GPS to get to its destination." You giggled as he pulled you in closer, almost causing your feet to lift off the ground.

"I think we're gonna make a great pair." He said as he led you to the dance floor. You had been standing with Rick for so long that when you began making your way to the floor, you really began to feel inebriated.

The energy you felt between the two of you on the dance floor was unreal. To be fair, being intoxicated could be clouding your proper judgment but feeling Rick behind you was making your legs feel like it was burning. Such a warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach. As you were grinding against him you couldn't help but try to size him up.

"Your dick feels so fucking big." You said after turning around to face Rick. He was smirking at you, his body slightly hovering over you so he could squeeze your ass. Which is when a bottle girl walked passed and asked what time she would be meeting Rick after the club closes.

"Back the fuck up." You sneer, shoving her back causing a couple of the drinks on her tray to spill on a couple of people around you. Immediately the bouncers come to remove you but Rick grabs you by your waist so that your back is pressed against his chest.

"I got it, alright buddy calm down j-just calm down I'm taking- I'll take her." He said while you were trying to get out of his grip. Your feet were dangling and you eventually got your hand loose and immediately slid your hand down his happy trail as he walked you over to his ship which was parked out back instead of in front of the club. Once you get close enough to the ship he turns you around and slams you against the ship door. He pressed his body against yours making you pinned in between him and the metal.

"You're fucking mental. I'm not one of these frat boys who can't look past you. If I want to hook up with her or whoever the fuck I choose. Control yourself," Rick growled into your ear, moving one of his hands to grip your throat. You pull your legs up and wrap them around his waist and smile at him.

"Mental for your dick." You mumble against his lips which were chattering slightly due to the molly.

"Fuck it," Rick said pulling out his portal gun and creating the bright green gateway. It opens from behind you, Rick's face becomes illuminated by the green light.

god he looks so powerful

You both fall through the portal onto a bed. It took you a while to notice but the bed you were both on was your own. You run your hands down his back, digging your nails into his lower half. He groans as he grinds against you. You bring your feet up and try to push his pants off of him. He chuckles as he pulls away from you and sits up on his knees. As he began undoing his belt you couldn't help but admire his body. The T.V. was glowing behind him creating a halo of light behind him. He pulled a condom out of his lab coat. You sit up so that you are on your knees as well.

"Can I put it on you?" You asked, scooting closer to him and reaching for it. He looks down at you and smiles and hands it over. He pulled his pants down and you were pretty impressed. You rip open the condom with your teeth and slowly start rolling it on.

"I knew it was big," You say as you start stroking his dick. "I don't think anyone would disagree with you on that." He said crawling back on top of you. You pull your thong down but leave your skirt on. He trails his hand up your thigh and uses his thumb to rub your clit.

"Fuck you're already so fucking wet," He moaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. You caress the back of his head with one hand and with the other, you reach down and line up his dick to your entrance.

He starts kissing your chest as he slowly slides into you. Rick is bigger than average so it was a bit uncomfortable. It really turned you on that you didn't have to ask him to take it slow at first. He puts his elbows by your ears and slowly starts to speed up. You run your fingers through his hair and arch your back.

"Fuck yeah feels so good to have you wrapped around me." He moaned out while picking up speed. You start bucking your hips up to meet his thrust. You bite down on his neck and let out a loud groan.

He flips you over so that you are on top. You move your hair out of your face and start rocking your hips back and forth. He threw his head back and bucked up into you which encouraged you to go faster. You could feel your heart rate speed up as you rode him. You become more winded and put your hands by his head to support some of your weight. Rick uses this to his advantage and bites down on your nipple. Beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead, the only thing you could think about was building up to your climax.

You throw yourself back and rest your hands on your knees and start moving your hips in a circular motion. He sits up with you and looks up at you while you ride him. He runs his hands down your back and grabs your ass all while making eye contact. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly agape. His pupils were so wide that his eyes looked black.

"Mmhm, can you feel me tighten around your cock?" You ask, picking up your pace.

"Fuck I can't take it," You hear Rick mumble to himself as he flips you both around for the second time. This time you were on your stomach, he quickly inserted himself back into you. You let out a loud cry, not expecting the intense amount of pleasure so quickly. He shoves his hand underneath you and starts playing with your clit as he pounds into you. "Holy fuck I'm about to cum!" You scream out, and he bites onto the back of your shoulder. You both cum at the same time, Rick doesn't stop biting your shoulder until after he is finished. He quickly pulled out and tied off the condom, tossing it in the trashcan next to the bed. He collapses on top of you and soon after you both drift off to sleep.

Hello! This is the first fan fiction that I’ve ever published. Looking forward to writing more. Was thinking of making this a slow-burn fanfic but want to get public opinion before doing so.

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babygirl-garcia · 6 months

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This is my first Garcia x Reader, so be gentle /lh

This is Garcia x tall AFAB!reader, because I never see enough Garcia content in my life. The next chapter, I promise, will be smokey and HAWT, so be on the lookout for that. Special thanks to @hotchs-big-hands and @criminalskies for your support in my endeavors 💅

“You’ll Be The Death of Me” [Garcia x tall AFAB!reader]

Dating apps were the last thing you thought you would ever use- but after sulking while your sister raved about her engagement and wedding plans, you decided that, damn it, it was going to be your turn. Love was never easy for you, you had an extensive list of messy exes to back this up, but at her request, you gave one of them a try.

With a sigh, you realized immediately that this app was full of beautiful people; beautiful people, sure, but not anyone that fit your interest. Models, swimmers, guys who held fish up to the camera proudly. They all seemed so fake and forced. The first day, after seventeen swipes left in a row, you decided to put the search on hold, that maybe it wasn’t worth it. And you did- you ended up forgetting about it for the next several days. You opened the app to check for any new notifications or messages, to no avail, and were about to close the app when you saw her:

The most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

Penelope Garcia was her name. She was beautiful in the way the others weren’t- her smile reached her eyes, genuine, and her two-toned hair reminded you of your very own when you had first decided to color it. Cute little butterfly clips sat atop two half-up space buns in one photo, and another showed her beaming with a small group of friends. You blinked as you remembered how to breathe, and chewed on your lip as you swiped right. You raised your brow as confetti showered the screen. “Hey,” you asked, turning to your sister. “what does ‘super match’ mean?”

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For the next week or so, you and Penelope messaged back and forth on the app, before you exchanged numbers per her request. You were currently sat at your desk in your room as you did a bit of scrapbooking, listening to your favorite artist in your headphones. A soft ping! pulled you from your work, and you grinned when you saw the notification from your messages at the top of your phone.

new message from Penelope

6:35 pm

Hey, cutie! Sorry it’s so late, but I wanted to ask u something… would u maybe want to go out for coffee or smth sometime? I like the direction we’re headed in, and I’m srry if this forward, I’ve never been one to make the first move like this. Okay bye.

new message from Penelope

6:35 pm

Not ‘bye’ like I’m done talking to u, I just… I guess I’m nervous? I don’t want to do it wrong?

You smiled softly and shook your head, pulling one side of your headphones off, and worked out a reply.

Hey, ur totally fine, sweets, no worries! I would love to grab some coffee with u. Name a time and place. x

The near-instantaneous reply pulled a laugh out of you:

new message from Penelope

6:37 pm

This Saturday, 2? Assuming ur free, I’d hate to pull u from work or smth

You wondered what she did for work, the two of you hadn’t discussed that yet, but that’s what a first date was for. Oh god, you realized- this was a date.

Works for me, gorgeous, my treat.

A minute or so passed between your reply and Penelople’s, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d sent the poor girl into a panic attack before- ping!

new message from Penelope

6:40 pm

It’s a date ;) Send me ur coordinates, and I’ll pick u up Sat

You grinned before sending her a screenshot of your address, then immediately ran to your closet to find something to wear.

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A few days later, Saturday, you stood before your mirror, lips pursed in thought. You weren’t the shortest thing, so most dresses gave the illusion of being smaller than they really were, but this one… it came mid-thigh, and showed off your long legs. You could fix this, you thought, heading back into the closet to grab a pair of fishnet stockings and a leather jacket to pull it all together. You glanced at the perfect pair of heels on your shelf that would match the dress better than any other pair- but hesitated. You hadn’t relayed to Penelope that you were tall, most likely far taller than her, and you didn’t want to scare her off this early. You settled instead for a pair of boots, then stepped back in front of the mirror to give yourself a final once-over. You fluffed your hair up, admiring your handiwork you’d managed with your curling iron. Your phone went off on your desk behind you, and your heart raced as you glanced at the time- 1:55 -and a text from Penelope.

new message from Penelope

1:55 pm

Srry, I’m a lil early, I’m just excited to see u. If u still need time, plz don’t rush!! x

You took a deep breath, hands shaking as you lifted your phone to send a reply.

No rush at all! Just finished up actually, omw out now. x

Giving yourself a few spritzes of your favorite perfume and grabbing the small purse you’d prepared, you headed out of your apartment and down the stairs, heart racing in your chest when you spotted the bright red car Penelope said that she’d be driving. And she; Penelope was standing outside her car, looking almost as nervous as you. She had also chosen to wear a dress, hers colorful and hugged her in all the best places. Her glasses, adorably, you noted, matched her dress. She had cute little heels, and you realized just how much shorter than you she was, but you pushed those thoughts back.

When she caught sight of you, Penelope’s eyes widened, a small smirk playing at her lips. “Hot damn, (Y/N), I could climb you like a tree.” She grinned devilishly, then giggled adorably- it was addicting already, you realized -and outstretched a hand before a look you couldn’t quite read crossed her face, and she instead opened her arms for your embrace, which you accepted gladly. She was warm, and she smelled impossibly of peaches and sunshine. “You look so good, I’m the luckiest girl in Virginia, nay, the world, to have such a babe on my arm.” As she spoke, she took your arm in hers, beaming up at you. “My lady, your chariot awaits.” She said, putting on a silly voice and gesturing to her car. She hurried you over to the passenger side door, opening it for you before making her way to the driver’s side to climb in. “You alright, got enough room? Esther might be a bit old, but she still runs like a dream.” She gave the car’s dashboard a fond pat.

“Yeah, I’m alright, thank you.” You reply, smiling easily at her. All of your nerves you had before washed away, you felt safe, like everything was right in the world.

Penelope grinned brightly, resting her hand palm-up on the center console. “Great. Just wanna make sure you’re comfy.” Realizing that it was the reason she’d put it there, you took her hand, and she immediately linked your fingers together. With her left hand, she poked a button on the radio. “You like dad rock, right? The old stuff, not the divorced-dad stuff.” When you answered in the affirmative, she hummed happily. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” She gave your hand a squeeze before heading off for the coffee shop.

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After your date, Penelope brought you back to your apartment building, and the two of you sat chatting for some time. Two o’clock had come and gone, and the sun was currently beginning to set.

“So you really work for the FBI? That has to be stressful.” You asked her, turned in the seat to face her.

Penelope toyed with your fingers, your hand in both of hers, a soft smile on her face. “Sometimes.” She replies with a shrug. “I don’t do a lot of the action-y stuff, that’s more for the rest of the team, but I like to think I’m the backbone of the team.” She teased, letting go with one hand to dramatically flip her hair over one shoulder, earning a soft laugh from you. “But no, I could never do the stuff they do…” She shuddered at the thought.

“And you can just… find anything out about anyone?” You offered, changing the subject. “And it’s all right there?”

“Yep!” She beamed proudly. “Anything your pretty little heart desires. And sometimes the stuff you would never wish to see, but I have ways of drowning that out.” Her shoulders raised in a light shrug before she chewed her lower lip, growing quiet.

“Penelope?” You whisper.

At her name from your lips, she glances over at you sheepishly. “I… I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I… I have to confess something to you.”

Your heart stopped, the nerves from earlier in the night returning to you. “Oh? Have… have I done something wrong?”

“No!” She says quickly, squeezing your hand comfortingly. “Nothing at all! I just… may or may not have used those skills to go on a deep dive…” Her eyes flit away, then meet your gaze again. “On you.”

You blink in surprise, trying to register what she’d said. “I- you…” After a moment, you offered a soft laugh. “I mean, on a technicality, I tried to do the same thing, all I found was your Instagram, though. Regular ol’ internet stalking, yknow?”

Her face lit up in relief. “Yes, exactly! Except, with my setup, I have… just a teeny bit more access than just Instagram.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenged. “Like what?”

She spoke quickly, citing off the information she’d clearly committed to memory. “Well, you were born September 2nd, 1979, two years after me, to Warren and Alice (L/N), your natural hair is blonde, you’ve dyed it seven times, according to your socials, love the one you’ve got now-” She reached out to twirl a curl around her finger gently. “-you’re near-sighted, just like me, but you rely on contacts because you don’t wear glasses, at least you don’t now-”

“Okay, okay!” You cut her off, laughing out loud. “You’re great at what you do, I get it.” You smiled fondly over at her.

“Oh, darling, I’m not great,” She started, quirking a brow. “I’m the best.” She grinned, and you returned it easily.

As you both made your way to your building’s main door, Penelope slipped her hand into yours. “I… I had a really great time today, (Y/N).”

You swung your hands as you walked, before stopping just in front of the door. “So did I… we’ll have to do this again, soon.”

“Soon?” Under the fluorescent streetlight, Penelope’s cheeks grew red. “I… I don’t usually get a second date, especially this soon-”

“Neither do I.” You interrupted, kissing her hand. “But I would be remiss to give up the opportunity of another wonderful night out with the elegant Penelope Garcia.”

Penelope laughed softly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Tu es bien trop gentil avec moi.”

“Oh, she speaks French.” You pulled her closer, you were flush together now. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?”

A sharp gasp came from the shorter woman before you, and she giggled like mad as she gave you a noncommittal whack with her purse. “Not on the first date!” She stopped then, looking deep into your eyes, and reached up slowly on her tiptoes, face growing closer and closer to your own. You closed your eyes in anticipation, but she instead ducked to the left. “Mais pour le deuxiéme rendezvous, chérie, rien n’est interdit.” She whispered hotly in your ear. She pulled back slowly, pecking your cheek to the left of your lips before moving away and starting to walk away.

“You missed.”

Penelope stopped, turning back to you with a brow raised adorably. “I’m sorry?”

“You missed.” You repeated simply, heart racing as a devilish grin appeared on her lips before suddenly she was throwing herself at you, arms around your shoulders and your own snaked around her waist as you kissed her. Just as you’d expected, her kisses tasted just like she smelled- of peaches. It was intoxicating, her kiss, and you never wanted it to end. Which is why your heart sank slightly as she pulled away.

“Call me.” She said, voice low and sultry, and she shot you a cheeky wink. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Penelope.” You watched her off, waving as she drove from the lot, and you went upstairs to your apartment, flopping onto your bed with a heavy, blissful sigh. Penelope Garcia. That woman would be the death of you.

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What might happen if Angor Rot was given the Infernal Copula during "It's About Time"

Okay, so I have been thinking about this for a long time. While I was watching episode 22: It's About Time, during the part where Jim entered a cave (or sewer tunnel) he had the chance to negotiate with Angor Rot, bargaining the Infernal Copula (and by extension, his soul) to try and persuade him to be on Team Trollhunters' side. Unfortunately, this didn't happen, and the Infernal Copula was destroyed in the ensuing battle between Angor and Jim.

So this led me to think: What would happen if Angor Rot was given the Infernal Copula? I have 2 possible scenarios for what might happen.

The first scenario would be that once Angor was given the Infernal Copula, he took his soul out of the ring and back into him. This would lead to Jim taking Angor to Trollmarket so that he could try and redeem himself for all the atrocities he has committed.

The second (and more likely) scenario is that once Angor's soul was out of the ring, it would disappear and return to Morgana, as evidenced when she gave him his soul back near the end of part 3. Believing that Jim was making a fool out of him, Angor would go on a rampage. Thus, the story would remain the same. Albeit, that the Infernal Copula wasn't destroyed by accident (or if it was destroyed at all).

What do you guys think? Do you lot have your own scenarios of what might happen if Angor was given the Infernal Copula?

Well, I hope you lot enjoyed reading this. See you next time.

And remember, kids! If your magical amulet is on the frits, jam a hair clip into the gears, and it will solve all your problems.

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That’s Where I Am

{Chapter 1}

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Genre: Werewolf Robin AU, Hunter Nancy AU, Found Family

Rating: Teen

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Nancy Wheeler had not been sent to a sleepy little town in Indiana to track paw prints left behind in muddy woods. Rather, she had been directly instructed to avoid such temptations if they were to cross her path.

But what was she to do when she caught whiff of a gruesome, unexplained, murder but whip out her notepad and start investigating? The hushed information passed to her by locals had led her to the far side of town, examining the border of the dense wooded area for signs of disturbance.

The further she ventured into the depths of the forest, the more she experienced the gnawing feeling that she was being watched. Though years of being employed through the Upside Down Association could make one paranoid. The organization focused on tracking and subduing the threat of the supernatural in the mortal world and smothering any evidence left behind.

Nancy had been eager to join when the opportunity presented itself. Not so much for ridding the world of evil, but for the knowledge she would be exposed to. The narrative that accompanied the witness of an otherworldly occurrence. She carried several journals, overflowing with recounted stories, newspaper clippings, and other mementos she had collected.

Her latest journal held the most extensive account of them all. The evidence towards an unidentified werewolf. Tawny fur, smaller than average paw print size, no connected kills.

She reached a clearing in the trees, surveying her surroundings. The hair on the back of her neck tingled as the crunching of nearby leaves penetrated the silence. She gripped her shotgun closer to her body, readying herself to use the weapon. It had become a favored choice of hers due to the ease she could play it off as a hunting tool. Though she had the notion that she was not going to run into anything human in this place.

She spun around to face the direction of the noise, eyes darting frantically between the trunks of the thick trees in the quickly dimming daylight. “I know you’re there! Why don’t you come out before your transformation starts.”

She risked a glance up to track the setting of the sun. The moon would be rising in near minutes. “I know who you are–what you are. Though I don’t know why it is you’ve been following me. I can’t locate any evidence of killings associated with you. So what’s your endgame?”

She swallowed in the reverberating silence, her ears straining for signs of movement.

“You can hide until the sun sets and the moon shines, but I’ll just hunt you down either way.”

She took slow, controlled breaths as she slowly pivoted herself in a circle. She was confident this was the same werewolf she had been taunted by in three previous towns. She swore she could sense it, that it had some sort of specific frequency that was attuned to Nancy. The chase was intoxicating.

She finally heard the long-anticipated crunching of dry leaves as darkness started to wash over the landscape. Staggered, more prominent this time, and accompanied by a vicious snarl.

“Shit.” She whispered to herself, aiming the shotgun and taking a wild shot. She stumbled backwards, cursing under her breath when she received no wounded noise in return. Instead, she was greeted by a howl, sung to the night sky.

***

“I swear it was the same wolf!” Nancy stood, dirty and exhausted, hunched over a well-worn table. Her hands bracketed a slew of case files that she had accumulated for her current (personal) target. The trouble with hunting werewolves was the limited time frame they had to act. Wolfs didn’t have any glaringly obvious tells like other monsters did in their human forms. You had to get close, examine mannerisms and habits.

She had deduced it was some sort of nomadic being (not much unlike herself, van life!) Could it really be a coincidence she had run into this particular creature so many times before? She had never encountered the same supernatural being by mistake. She felt mildly like she was the one being hunted.

“I hear you, Nance.” Jonathan Byers, certified Monster Slayer and Nancy’s longtime hunting partner, stood leaning back against the table. He was lazily flicking darts at the opposite wall. He didn’t miss a single bullseye. “But don’t you think this little, ehem, pet project may be getting in the way of our actual assigned target?”

“You’re starting to sound like Hopper,” she glared up at him. Nancy straightened herself up, shuffling her papers together. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side.”

“Oh hey–I am on your side!” He protested, turning himself towards her. “Which also means, I have your health in mind. I can’t defend your honor if you go get mauled by some elusive werewolf that’s clearly got a thing for you.”

“It doesn’t–I don’t…” She frowned, holding the papers close to her chest. “It does not have a thing for me!”

“Then you’ve got a thing for it?”

“Jonathan!” She scoffed, smacking him with her papers and strutting across to her temporary bedroom. The Association had set them up with a modest apartment to conduct their investigation from. Mismatched furniture, dart boards tacked to one wall (surrounded by lots of puncture holes in the paint), the echoing of a room bare of knick knacks and clutter.

“All I’m saying is,” he let out an exasperated laugh from across the space. “Kill the thing before it has the chance to kill you.”

***

“You look like crap, where’d you go last night?” The boy with the voluptuous hair, manager of Scoops Diner, roommate to Robin Buckley asked. He sidled up next to her and leaned his elbows on the counter top, surveying the sleepy booths in front of them.

“Oh Steve,” she drawled, smiling at nothing in particular. “My girlfriend is in town, and boy, is she happy to see me.”

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