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waterloou · 5 years

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HELLO ALL!!!!

Welcome to the first oc extravaganza Saturday!!!!!

Every Saturday, the five ocs that are submitted/I pick are made into a banner and given lots of love!!!

OCs:

Aurora “Rory” Jones created by @princesweetpea

Character Intro

Moodboard-Reggie and Rory

Fic: I found- Sweet Pea x Rory (a definite fic rec!!!!)

Rory is snarky, smart, strong, and easily lovable! Go give her some love!

Brooks “Apollo” Madison created by @vannahsunshine

Asks: 1

Playlist

Nooks playlist

Character re-introduction

Featured in: 1 2 3 4

Apollo is baby. He’s a very tall man who loves animals and his girlfriend and doin tattoos n shit. He’s v lovable and a good friend and an all around happy person. Go give him some love!

Marina Moretti created by @humangrumpycat

Character Introduction

The Swosie Project 1

Fic: Petty Posse

Wip

Blurb: (includes another oc named whist)

‘You know, you used to be a badass when we were in high school,’ Marina says. ‘Alice Smith: eldest daughter of Tabatha Smith, leader of the girl serpents, protested against the serpent dance. And twenty-six years later, you just stand there as your daughter does the dance. What happened to you?’

‘You are not allowed to be mad at me, Alice,’ Marina states. ‘You ditched us, out of the blue. You packed your shit and you left. Your mother was heartbroken, wondering if it was her fault. Your little sister tried to fill that void to the point where she had to spend some years in rehab. You disappeared, and then we were all introduced to Alice Cooper.’

‘We had to deal with someone we grew up with, trashing the Southside on a weekly, if not daily, basis. You’re part of the reason why Mayor McCoy was all over our business, why sheriff Keller kept sending patrol cars to our neighborhoods, why so many of the Southsiders were fired from their jobs on the Northsiders because Northsiders “don’t want to be associated with our kind”, and tonight you just walked back in as if nothing changed.’

‘Well, that was an… interesting night.’

Marina hums. ‘Poor girl.’

The tall man shrugs, digging in his pockets for his keys. ‘I guess she wasn’t in for the gauntlet.’

‘I wonder if she ever knew about that, Whist,’ Marina mentions. ‘I mean, we haven’t seen a girl do that dance for at least five years because of the gauntlet.’

Whist nods, swinging his left leg over his motorcycle.

‘Perhaps whoever brought up the dance didn’t want her to know that,’ he says.

‘Must’ve been Byrdie,’ Marina speaks. ‘That old tramp.’

Whist chuckles as he puts on his helmet. ‘Don’t start a catfight, not when I have to go.’

Marina cackles as she pats Whist on the back.

‘Drive safe. Say hi to Sylvia and the kids for me!’

As he drives off, Marina looks to her right, taking in the blonde girl from earlier that night as she sees a boy walking up to her.

Marina slowly makes her way to her car, taking short glances at the two as their conversation’s turning sour.

‘Betty, if you stay, I don’t know if I can protect you anymore,’ Marina hears him say, causing her to roll her eyes.

‘Yup, definitely a Jones,’ she mutters to herself.

‘That’s not your decision to make,’ she hears the girl say back.

Marina’s lips curve into a small smile.

‘And definitely a Smith.’

Marina drops her bag in the trunk as she hears the couple break up, walking to the front of the car, watching the boy walk away, leaving the girl in tears.

‘Betty!’

The girl turns to her, wiping her tears as she sees Marina.

‘You need a ride home?’ Marina asks.

Betty looks around her, treading closer to Marina.

‘I was hoping my mom would still be here,’ she confesses.

Marina sighs. ‘I’m afraid she left about twenty minutes ago.’

Betty nods, placing her hands on her bare arms.

‘I really don’t mind dropping you off,’ Marina states. ‘I’m sure Sweet Pea’s still busy bringing FP home, so I’ve got time.’

‘Sweet Pea?’ Betty says with furrowed eyebrows. ‘Are you his mother?’

Marina chuckles. ‘Godmother,’ she answers.

Betty takes one more look around her before she steps to the passenger’s side.

‘I live on Elm Street, with the red door.’

Marina can kick my fuckin teeth in like this lady is a fuckin unapologetic badass and I love her so much! Go give her some love!!

Mateo Fogarty created by @southsideswangz

Character Introduction

Character masterlist(including another one of their ocs, axel)

Mateo is such a good brother (and also part of the inspiration for my own older brother oc for fangs). He’s so helpful to his family and just an all around amazing dude! Go give him some love!

Ruthie Soh-Peterson created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Masterlist-various fics, a lot including Ruthie

Playlist

Character tag names to search: ruthie inspo, sweet pea x ruthie, oc: ruthie, my oc, little brother!sweet pea, sweet pea x oc, fp jones x oc

Ruthie is the first oc I really got to interact with and she made me change sweet pea’s whole background(originally I had him living with his grandma) because I loved her so much. She’s strong, witty, (a perfect BFF for my oc Dante) and always well written. Go give her some love!

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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 years

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Miscellaneous OCs

Name: Ginevra ‘Ginny’ Watson. Title: Bumblebee: No Rest For The Wicked. Fandom: Transformers. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

Name: Princess Ruth of Camelot/Morticia of Ravenbow. Title: The Prophecy of Camelot. Fandom: The School For Good and Evil. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Princess Helen of Camelot. Title: The Prophecy of Camelot. Fandom: The School For Good and Evil. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Eva Anderson. Title: Kick Ass Lives On. Fandom: Kick Ass. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Dawn. Title: Seldom All They Seem. Fandom: Maleficent. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Malina Welssman.

Name: Luna/Willow. Title: Seldom All They Seem. Fandom: Maleficent. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown.

Name: Samantha ‘Sam’ Tennyson. Title: Young Plumbers. Fandom: Ben 10 (Classic Continuity). Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Rook Shing. Title: Young Plumbers. Fandom: Ben 10 (Classic Continuity). Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Skye Thordottir/Sky Foster. Title: Princess Protection Program: Beyond Earth. Fandom: Princess Protection Program. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown.

Name: Tess Carmen. Title: Princess Protection Program: Beyond Earth. Fandom: Princess Protection Program. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Peyton Elizabeth Lee.

Name: Cecelia ‘Cece’ Ross. Title: Welcome To The Owl House. Fandom: The Owl House. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Children Of The Moon: Summary Of The Story: When the Guardians defeated the Boogeyman, they believed they had defeated him for good and that it was over. How wrong they were. Soon, fear is being risen by Pitch Black somehow despite him being dead last they saw of him, and nightmares are growing as darkness threatens the world once more. The Guardians aren't alone in this fight though, as the Moon appears to have decided to take matters into his own hands, and chosen new guardians to be trained to be the new guardians. But can they be trained in time to defeat the darkness, or will the world finally be taken over by fear once more? Fandom: Rise of The Guardians. Quotev Link

*Alix- Eventual Guardian of Freedom- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Puck- Eventual Guardian of Mischief- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Isleen- Eventual Guardian of Illusions- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Noelle- Eventual Guardian of Laughter- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Hyacinth/Hya- Eventual Guardian of Will- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Lavernia/Nia- Eventual Guardian of Wisdom- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Jemma Bennett- Child of Jamie- Voiceclaim: TBA.

Upside Down: The Power Within: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Winx Club.

*Lilith/Lily- Fairy of The Shadows- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Pandora- Fairy of Myths and Legends- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Holly- Fairy of Snow- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Sonata- Fairy of Music- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Juliet- Fairy of Stars- Voiceclaim: TBA.

*Aurora- Witch of The Sun- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Lucine/Luci- Witch of The Moon- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Beryl- Witch of The Jewels- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Fauna- Witch of Animals- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Cinderella/Ella- Witch of Fire- Voiceclaim: TBA.

*Alexandra- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Charlotte/Charlie- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Grace- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Elijah- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Oliver- Voiceclaim: TBA.

The Next 9th Grade Ninja: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja.

*Wendy Burton- The New Ninja- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Mildred Watts- Best Friend- Voiceclaim: TBA.

Rising From The Ashes (Hunger Games What If): Summary of Book: TBA. Fandom: Hunger Games.

*Willow Hawthorne- Middle child of Prim and Rory- District 12 Tribute. *Fern Hawthorne- Eldest child of Prim and Rory. *Avina Barry- District 11 Tribute. *Grover- District 11 Tribute. *Elena and Finley- District 10 Tributes. *Knox and Anya- District 9 Tributes. *Winter and Andres- District 8 Tributes. *Harlee and Damien- District 7 Tributes. *Tanner and Joelle- District 6 Tributes. *Mallory and Jensen- District 5 Tributes. *Jack and Lizzie- District 4 Tributes. *Daxton and Charlie- District 3 Tributes. *Roman and Clarisse- District 2 Tributes. *Quartz and Jasper- District 1 Tributes.

The Tale of Two Avatars: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Last Airbender/Korra.

*Anzu- Twin Fire Avatar. *Yuina- Twin Fire Avatar. *Minato- Firebender- Ally of Yuina. *Silla- Waterbender- Ally of Anzu. *Xia- Earthbender- Ally of Anzu. *Dawa- Airbender- Ally of Anzu. *Youta- Airbender- Ally of Yuina.

The Path of The New Avatar: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Last Airbender/Korra.

*Gui- Believed Earth Avatar. *Cuifen- The real Avatar. *Arya- Jinora’s and Kai’s Child- AIrbender. *Yua- Korra’s and Asami’s Adopted Child- Firebender. *Panuk- Waterbender. *Rong- Twin Earthbender. *Suen- Twin Earthbender.

The Legacy of Magic: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place.

*Jenna Russo- Child of Justin and Juliet. *Sara Russo- Child of Justin and Juliet. *Kyle Russo- Child of Justin and Juliet. *Zoe Greyback- Only child of Alex and Mason. *Parker Beakerman- Child of Zeke and Harper. *Cooper Beakerman- Child of Zeke and Harper. *Harry Russo- Child of Max.

Star Wars: The Force Lives On: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Star Wars.

*Ailyn Skywalker- Adopted child of Rey and Finn- Jedi. *Solia Skywalker- Adopted twin child of Rey and Finn. *Vera Skywalker- Adopted twin child of Rey and Finn. *Tycho Skywalker- Adopted child of Rey and Finn. *Mide Skywalker- Adopted child of Rey and Finn. *Daro Dameron- Child of Poe and Zoe. *Darth Rel/Crix Harend- Sith- Bad guy.

Prime: The Next Geneation: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Transformers Prime.

*Joseph ‘Joe’ Darby- Eldest child of Jack- Guardian: Arcee. *Jane Darby- Youngest child of Jack- Guardian: Arcee. *Randy Esquivel- Only child of Raf- Guardian: Bumblebee. *Markus Lelung- Twin child of Miko- Guardian: Bulkhead. *Maisey Lelung- Twin child of Miko- Guardian: Bulkhead.

The New Mystery Gang: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Scooby Doo.

*Dominic Jones- Eldest child of Fred and Daphne. *Frances Jones- Middle child of Fred and Daphne. *Donald Jones- Youngest child of Fred and Daphne. *Samantha ‘Sam’ Rogers- Child of Shaggy. *Stacey Rogers- Adopted child of Shaggy. *Vincent Dinkley- Child of Velma. *Vivian Dinkley- Child of Velma. *Swiper- Pup of Scooby.

Once Upon A Time...: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Regal Academy.

*Felix Snowwhite- Eldest child of Rose and Hawk. *Lily Snowwhite- Middle child of Rose and Hawk. *Hugo Snowwhite- Youngest child of Rose and Hawk. *Suyin Beast- Twin child of Travis and Ling-Ling. *Juan Beast- Twin child of Travis and Ling-Ling. *Nicholas Beast- Child of Astoria and Shawn. *Casper Beast- Child of Astoria and Shawn. *Hope Frog- Child of Joy and Esquire. *Rickey Broomstick- Child of Vicky. *Mary Broomstick- Child of Cyrus. *Emerald Stepsister- Twin child of Ruby. *Jasper Stepsister- Twin child of Ruby. *Donna Ugly Duckling- Eldest child of Gerald. *Linda Ugly Duckling- Youngest child of Gerald. *Luke Whale- Child of Finn. *Hanna Tom Thumb- Child of Leene. *Rosette Swan- Eldest child of Odette. *Paulette Swan- Youngest child of Odette. *Pinocchian- ‘Child’ of Pinocchia. *Ivy Ogre- Child of Violet.

Beyblade: Battle X: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Beyblade Metal Saga.

*Niko Goto- Female lead. *Asahl Sakurei- Computer user friend. *Sakura Tamura- Friend. *Emiko Imar- Rival.

Beyblade: Heirs: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Beyblade: Metal Saga.

*Pegasau Hagane- Eldest child of Gingka and Madoka. *Runa Hagane- Twin child of Gingka and Madoka. *Seisho Hagane- Twin child of Gingka and Madoka. *Hoshi Hagane- Youngest child of Gingka and Madoka. *Ririsu/Yuri- Only child of Ryuga. *Reon Tategami- Eldest child of Kyoya. *Shibere Tategami- Youngest child of Kyoya. *Unmei- Only child of Hyoma. *Kayo Tendo- Only child of Yu. *Ajun Hazama- Eldest child of Hikaru. *Demetora Otori- Only child of Tsubasa. *Heza Yumiya- Twin child of Kenta. *Maku Yumiya- Twin child of Kenta. *Deruta Kadoya- Twin child of Masaume. *Jemini Kadoya- Twin child of Masaume. *Evurin- Child of Doji- Leader of Nebula- Villain.

A Different Kind of Normal: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Lab Rats.

*Viola Davis- Bionic Girl. *Benjamin ‘Ben’ Jones- Bionic Boy. *Mariana ‘Mari’ Gonzalez- Bionic Girl. *Levi Owen- Crush of Ben. *Evelyn ‘Eve’ Tee- Crush- Friend-later-Crush of Viola. *Cameron Jackson- Friend of Mari. *Bella Newman- Best friend of Ben. *Milo Kingston- Bully of the three. *Wyatt Watson- Later villain. *Juliana Parker- Villain. *Trinity Stark- Main villain. *Hazel Reilly- Neighbor.

Welcome to Sky High: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Sky High.

*Azalea ‘Aza’ Peace- Eldest child of Warren and Layla. *Florian Peace- Youngest child of Warren and Layla. *Rachel Stronghold- Only child of Will. *Zane- Twin child of Magneta and Zach. *Seth- Twin child of Magneta and Zach. *Paige- Only child of Ethan.

Legacy of The Charmed Ones: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Charmed (Original).

*Wyatt= Matthew, Pandora and Poppy Halliwell. *Chris= Penny, Pamela and Prudence Halliwell. *Melinda= Petra, Arthur and David Halliwell. *Peyton= Carter, Paulina and Patience Halliwell (all adopted). *P.J= Pearl, Hayden and Primrose Halliwell. *Parker= Jackson, Chase and Bailey Halliwell. *Tamora= Imogen, Maxwell and Lilith Mitchell. *Kat= Reed, Luke and Skylor Mitchell. *Henry. Jr= Simon and Jane Mitchell.

Maddie 10: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Ben 10 (Classic Continuity).

*Cameron ‘Cam’ Tennyson- Eldest child of Ben and Julie. *Madeline ‘Maddie’ Tennyson- Youngest child of Ben and Julie. *Roxanne ‘Roxie’ Tennyson- Only child of Gwen and Kevin. *Rook Quill- Eldest child of Rook Blonko.

The New Ninjago: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Lego Ninjago.

*Aine- Child of Skylar and Kai. *Ruth- Only child of Lloyd. *Frtiz- Robot child of Zane and P.I.X.A.L. *Orion- Eldest child of Cole. *Terra- Youngest child of Cole. *Clara- Eldest child of Jay and Nya. *Miles- Twin child of Jay and Nya. *Tobias- Twin child of Jay and Nya.

Danny Phantom: Next Generation: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Danny Phantom.

*Freddie Fenton- Eldest child of Danny and Sam. *Regan Fenton- Middle child of Danny and Sam. *Spike Fenton- Youngest child of Danny and Sam. *Harley Foley- Eldest child of Tucker and Valerie. *Roxy Foley- Youngest child of Tucker and Valerie. *Harper Fenton- Only child of Jazz. *Poe Fenton- Only child of Dani. *Martin Baxter- Eldest child of Dash and Paulina. *Victoria Baxter- Youngest child of Dash and Paulina. *Hunter- Only child of Star and Kwan. *Joey- Only child of Mikey. *Aaron- Only child of Tiffany and Nathan. *Dylan Shaw- Friend of Freddie. *Wyatt Roberts- Friend of Freddie. *Ace Hyde- Friend of Freddie.

Zombies: Next Generation: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Disney Zombies.

*Zadie Necrodopolis- Twin child of Zed and Addison. *Zayne Necrodopolis- Twin child of Zed and Addison. *Zayla Necrodopolis- Youngest child of Zed and Addison. *Winona Zambi-Lykensen- Only child of Eliza and Willa. *Whitney Lykensen- Only child of Wyatt. *Wayne Barkawtiz- Only child of Wynter. *Bucky Buchanen. Jr- Eldest child of Bucky. *Briella Buchanen- Youngest child of Bucky. *Braxton- Twin child of Bree and Bonzo. *Bryce- Twin child of Bree and Bonzo. *Kacey- Only child of Lacey. *Macey- Only child of Stacey. *Dacey- Only child of Jacey. *Gracey- Only child of Tracey. *Doris Dumpson- Villain.

Winx Club: Next Generation: Summary of Series: The Magic Dimension has long since remained to be safe ever since the Winx Club moved on with their lifes, a few becoming queens, a few becoming rich and a few remaining happy enough with their families. It is now a new year for schools like Alfea, Red Fountain, Cloud Tower and even one of the known Wizard schools, Boderra. Attending the schools are none other then the Winx's children, and many of their allies children too. But so are the Trix Children. Just as the new school year looks ready to be another typical one, the new generation finds themselves suffering under legacies, and most of all, the wrath of the new Trix. The Winx Children will have to reform their parents teams, gain allies and stop the Trix Children once and for all, before Magix turns into something its not.... Quotev Link Fandom: Winx Club.

*Aideen Daphne- Eldest child of Bloom and Sky- Fairy of Fireworks. *Ember Vanessa- Child of Bloom and Sky- Fairy of The Dragon Flame. *Kadence Martin- Eldest child of Musa and Riven- Fairy of Music. *Luciana Luna- Twin child of Stella and Brandon- Fairy of The Moon. *Azalea Miele- Child of Flora and Helia- Fairy of Art. *Maxima Musa- Child of Tecna and Timmy- Fairy of Technology. *Halzea Marion- Child of Daphne and Thoren- Fairy of Air. *Eva Morgana- Child of Roxy and Nex- Fairy of Mythological Beasts. *Nimue- Only child of Selina- Fairy of Snakes. *Rosabeth- Eldest child of Krystal and Roy- Fairy of Nature. *Aurora Stormy- Child of Icy and Darko- Fairy of Snow.

*Kyra Bloom- Twin child of Stella and Brandon- Witch of The Sun. *Ursa Darcy- Eldest child of Ivy and Darko- Witch of Ice. *Tove Icy- Twin child of Stormy- Witch of Lightning. *Ophelia- Only child of Mirta and Lucy- Witch of The Burning Stars. *Lilith- Only child of Diaspro- Witch of Jewels.

*Castor Mike- Child of Bloom and Sky. *Skylar Elizabeth- Child of Bloom and Sky. *Blair Tecna- Child of Musa and Riven. *Neron Radius- Eldest child of Stella and Brandon. *Lazuli Saladin- Eldest child of Flora and Helia. *Linux Jako- Eldest child of Tecna and Timmy. *Ethan Nex- Child of Daphne and Thoren.

*Kai Teredor- Twin child of Aisha and Nabu- Wizard of Waves. *Musa Niobe- Twin child of Aisha and Nabu- Wizard of Healing. *Vulcan Oritel- Eldest child of Daphne and Thoren- Wizard of Fire. *Uri Sky- Child of Daphne and Thoren- Wizard of Legends. *Dillon Klaus- Eldest child of Roxy and Nex- Wizard of Animals. *Valhalla Riven- Only child of Darcy- Wizard of Illusions. *Raiden Crow- Twin child of Stormy- Wizard of Thunder.

*Hayden Thoren- Youngest child of Bloom and Sky. *Riya Flora- Twin child of Musa and Riven- Fairy of Sound. *Jaron Sky- Twin child of Musa and Riven- Wizard of Sound. *Thea Musa- Youngest child of Stella and Brandon- Fairy of Twilight. *Gale Rosabeth- Youngest child of Flora and Helia. *Zeno Nabu- Youngest child of Tecna and Timmy- Wizard of Electricity. *Corventina Ligeo- Youngest child of Aisha and Nabu. *Jorck Aidan- Youngest child of Daphne and Thoren. *Lyall Thoren- Child of Roxy and Nex. *Kefira Nebula- Youngest child of Roxy and Nex. *North Valtor- Youngest child of Icy and Darko.

Name: Clara Heafley. Title: Bodyguard: Prey. Fandom: Bodyguard. Summary: In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey. Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

#megan's ocs #megan's fanfiction #OCs masterpost #too many fandoms to list

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princesweetpea · 4 years

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: FOURTEEN

Warnings: Language, angst

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A/N: Hi everyone! Taking a quick break from my hiatus to post this. Sorry, it's been so long, life has been... yeah. (Before anyone comes at me, I based Fangs' heritage on Drew's, in case anyone is confused.) I hope you enjoyed this Sweet Pea focused chapter! We got to see a little bit more of Sweet Pea's personal life and the relationships he has. Please let me know what you think! x

Usually rain this heavy would keep Sweet Pea from going out on his bike, but his mind was everywhere else as his motorcycle sped along the slick, winding road. His mind was racing, filled with fresh memories that also called back to some that weren’t as recent. His friends, his decisions… Aurora Jones. “You know, if you were always so compliant, maybe we could have been… friends, or something.” He snorted at the memory of her remark. “Me and you, friends? That could never happen.” It was true. They could never be friends, though even he wasn’t sure why not. He didn’t know why he couldn’t get her out of his head. He had completely avoided her for the better part of two months since the incident at the diner. He felt a little guilty for leaving her stranded, but maybe not as guilty as he should have felt. Yes, you do. However, he didn’t want to apologize. You should have apologized the night of the cookout. He shook his subconscious out of his head and regained focus on the road, not wanting to remember the belated Fourth of July celebration that the Serpents hosted in Tent City. It was a bittersweet celebration, considering the sudden and unexpected passing of Fred Andrews a week prior. Fred Andrews. The funeral blurred together in his mind. The memories of the caring, helpful man that took the clan in when they had nowhere else to go. The omnipresent, uncomfortable ache of loss that seemed to never go away. He felt sick and stupid for the way he mourned a man that he barely knew, but unprecedented kindness without expecting something in return was scarce in his life. He thought of everyone who knew him better; he thought of Archie, of Jughead, of Betty, and of Rory. The way she cried at the funeral. He shook his head more forcefully, much more so that his bike swerved. “Fuck!” He did his best not to overcorrect and steadied himself once more. After a few more minutes of hyper-focused steering, he reached his destination.

The crunch of boots against damp gravel was the only distinguishable sound in dead air as he shifted from one foot to the other outside of the modest house. No, not house… home. This was home – well, it may as well have been home for Sweet Pea. He had spent a lot of his time here over the years; but now that Fangs was… gone, the time he spent here was brief and as few and far between as he could handle. If a Serpent is killed or imprisoned, their family will be taken care of, he repeated in his head. Or in this case… Missing. He flipped an envelope over in his hand to open it for the seventh time, thumbing through the bills to make sure it was all there. A hand patted him on the shoulder, startling him, and he immediately spun on his heel with his fist raised. Jughead?

“I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. I thought you saw me pull up.” Jughead raised his hands as he waited for Sweet Pea to release his shirt. Sweet Pea let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he bent down to pick up the envelope. He brushed the dirt from the outside, drops of water streaking across it as it soaked into the paper. He stood up a bit straighter than before and waved Jughead’s apology off.

“How did you know I was here?”

“It’s Thursday.” Jughead stated easily with a shrug. Sweet Pea sighed, poking his tongue into his cheek, and shifted his gaze up into the trees. Despite everything that was going on, the easy sway of the branches lessened the tightness in his chest. Here it was calm, peaceful.

“Keeping tabs on me, Jones?” He grumbled in faux annoyance.

“Wouldn’t you do the same?” Jughead challenged as he folded his arms and leaned back against his bike, sizing up the taller boy. Sweet Pea shrugged, mirroring his movements. He avoided Jughead’s gaze. “I need to talk to you about a couple of things.”

“It couldn’t have waited? You couldn’t have texted me?” Sweet Pea questioned. This was not the time for Serpent business; and since Jughead seemed to already know what he was doing here, he knew that. The teenage Serpent King simply shook his head, earning an eye roll from his right-hand man.

“Where’d you get all of that? Don’t tell me it’s all from working at the comic book shop.” Jughead pressed, nodding toward the bulging envelope in Sweet Pea’s grasp. Sweet Pea hastily tucked it into the pocket inside his jean vest, scoffing at his friend and avoiding his intense stare. He ignored his question as he pushed himself upright from his bike and swaggered toward the front door, knocking twice and waiting a brief moment before letting himself in. Jughead followed suit a few steps behind. Lena Fogarty greeted the pair with a bottle of hand sanitizer at the ready. Jughead was slightly taken aback but obliged, remembering the state of Mrs. Fogarty’s health.

“So, you decided to come inside this time around to grace us with your presence,” Lena poked, giving Sweet Pea a hardened frown before cracking a grin. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as they embraced. “You must be Jughead. I’m Lena.” She extended her hand. Her handshake was firmer than he expected. Jughead made a barely audible squeak in the back of his throat at the greeting as she tightened her grip. Sweet Pea smirked as he watched on.

“Good to meet you. I’m sorry I didn’t come in sooner. I hope you guys have been getting the groceries I’ve been dropping off.” Jughead straightened with the release of his hand from her grasp. They engaged in small talk that Sweet Pea quickly tuned out. He left the pair to awkwardly converse as he made his way through the doorway to the small kitchen on the left of the entrance.

“What are you making?” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed as he leaned against the doorframe. The small, fragile woman jumped, spinning to face him with a hand over her heart. Her startled features relaxed at the sight of him, but this didn’t stop her from whacking him with a wooden spoon. He recoiled slightly, but laughter and joy filled his lungs as she shouted at him.

“Don’t you know not to sneak up on the ill?” She huffed, smacking him once more on the arm for good measure. He chuckled in response and pulled her into his chest. She squeezed him tight and stepped back. She brought a hand to cup his cheek. “I didn’t think I would lose both of you at once. I’ve missed you, my son.” He softened and leaned into her palm. His chest constricted at the sight of her pained eyes.

“I’m sorry I disappeared, Marie.” He rasped. Her face twisted slightly as she turned back toward the steamer basket. She stayed silent. His thoughts ran a mile a minute as he shifted his weight onto his other leg and rubbed the back of his neck. It was wrong for him to stay away, and it was not fair to her. She practically took on the role of the loving mother in his life.

“You and your friend are staying for dinner,” She finally spoke after what felt like hours of silence. It wasn’t a suggestion. Sweet Pea nodded eagerly in response. “Set the table.”

Dinner started off a bit awkwardly as the Fogarty women practically interrogated Jughead to get to know him better. Jughead was surprisingly holding his own and definitely not as awkward as he used to be. He seemed to finally be stepping into what usually came with leadership: the ability to speak to anyone with confidence. “This is delicious, Mrs. Fogarty. What is it?” He asked with a grin.

“Jamaican curry goat bao. It’s a recipe my husband and I came up with when we got married, like a way of fusing our cultures and lives together.” She smiled wide, then it suddenly began to fade as she lingered on the memory of her deceased husband. Lena shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat, focusing her attention on Sweet Pea.

“So, Sweet Pea, still a delinquent?” Lena smirked as she shoveled a forkful of rice into her mouth. She said this specifically to push Sweet Pea’s buttons since her brother was in the same gang as he was; she clearly paid this fact no mind.

“Lena.” Mrs. Fogarty warned, half present in the conversation.

“Hey, Lena, how is that dishonorable discharge treating you?” Sweet Pea grinned, the devil in his eye, as he fired back playfully. Lena’s brows shot up and she raised her glass to him before taking a sip and striking his shin with her foot under the table. Mrs. Fogarty snapped back to reality and her fork clattered as it hit her plate.

“Sweet Pea! Lena!” She barked, followed by something Jughead couldn’t understand, but it was enough to make the pair shrink in their seats. Her attempt to not bring attention to her annoyance by speaking in a different tongue had the opposite effect she had desired. The rest of the meal was consumed with uncomfortable silence.

After dinner, Sweet Pea and Jughead said their goodbyes. Jughead exited the house while Sweet Pea hung back, pulling Mrs. Fogarty aside. He reached into the inside of his jean vest to retrieve the full envelope and handed it to her. She furrowed her brows as she went to open it. Her eyes widened. “What is this? I cannot keep taking money from you!”

“Just take it.”

“Where did you get this?” She questioned frantically, trying to put the envelope back in his palm. He gently took hold of her hands and wrapped them around the envelope, pushing it toward her.

“Take it,” His voice strained as he pleaded, his eyes soft. She opened her mouth to protest once more, but stopped when he gently squeezed her hands. “Please.” She hesitantly nodded once after a long moment, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Your bed is still here when you want it. Please don’t be a stranger.” She said softly. His mind wandered to the rollaway trundle bed that they would set up in Fangs’ room whenever he would stay over before, which was more often than not. He thought of all the times they’d bullshit together; talking about girls, eventually boys, once Fangs was ready to share that part of himself, and listening to Earth, Wind & Fire vinyls and debating which record of their discography was the best. He wouldn’t be able to go in that room anytime soon, not while Fangs was still… gone. It would hurt too much.

“I’ll come to stay sometime soon.” Sweet Pea forced a smile and nodded, lying through his teeth.

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Jughead fiddled with a toothpick as he leaned against his bike. Sweet Pea walked down the driveway to meet him and they stood together in silence for a few moments before Sweet Pea cleared his throat. “So, are you going to get to the reason you’re here in the first place, or what?”

Jughead sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Charles and Betty might have a lead on The Farm. They might have a lead on Fangs, specifically.” He stated, carefully eyeing the taller boy for his reaction. Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched and unclenched. He narrowed his eyes and examined Jughead’s face to make sure he wasn’t making some type of sick joke.

“How?”

“Kevin.”

“Keller! I fucking knew it,” Sweet Pea pushed off his bike and tugged at his hair, walking a few feet before turning back toward him. “Why aren’t we telling this to his family?” Sweet Pea asked incredulously. He spun on his heel and made his way toward the front door. Jughead dropped his toothpick and quickly lunged to jump in front of Sweet Pea, trying to stop him by pushing his shoulders. Sweet Pea shoved him back and struggled to remove him from his path. “Get the fuck out of my way, Jones!”

“Sweet Pea!” Jughead hissed, pushing him back roughly and shushing him. “Do you really want to break their hearts all over again if this falls through or hits a dead end?” He tried to reason with him. Sweet Pea stopped struggling and turned to walk back toward his bike. He sunk to the ground and slumped forward, cradling his head in his hands.

“But what about me?” Sweet Pea rasped. He normally would have kept a brave face around Jughead, but he was so tired of pretending he was okay. Plus, there was no sense in hiding his feelings from Jughead if he already knew them nonetheless. Jughead sighed and walked over to sit down beside him. He clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

“Not even Toni knows. I needed you to know at the very least. Charles and Betty might need you if it comes down to it, you know?” Jughead explained. Sweet Pea sniffed and nodded. They sat in comfortable silence as they gazed up at the sky. The clouds had cleared and the stars glimmered brightly against the darkness of the night. Being further away from a big city had its perks, and one of them was the lack of light pollution. After about fifteen minutes, not a word between them the whole time, Jughead spoke again. “One more thing we need to talk about…” Sweet Pea hummed, waiting for him to get on with it.

“I think Rory should join the Serpents.”

“What, why? No.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

“She pretends that she’s alright but I hear her having nightmares when I’m up late writing every night. Even though the Black Hood is dead and gone, I know she doesn’t feel safe. If I end up going to Stonewall Prep, I need her to have some sense of security since I’ll be gone.” Jughead tried to reason with him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jones. She isn’t one of us. She shrugs off the Serpent title every chance she gets. No.” Sweet Pea protested.

“Listen, Sweet Pea, this is going to happen whether you like it or not. It would go a lot smoother if you were on board. I need her to agree to it as well and that won’t happen if she feels like she’s not welcome. Besides, she’s had a rough go of it and doesn’t have many people that she can rely on. Think of how our lives have changed simply from being a part of a family that always wants us.” Jughead suggested firmly. Sweet Pea groaned and tugged at his hair. She was somehow infiltrating every aspect of his life and he was beginning to lose ways of escaping. “Are you disagreeing on behalf of the Serpents or on behalf of yourself?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sweet Pea fired back defensively.

“I know that you kissed her.” Jughead proclaimed. He wasn’t asking, and he wasn’t talking about the kiss during the game, the one in the Serpent HQ all those months ago. How did he know? How did he find out? He knew that Rory would never tell Jughead. Sweet Pea’s stomach dropped and he faltered, but only slightly. Right… kissed. Images of tangled limbs, lips on neck, hands in hair, face between thighs. “That’s all that happened, right?” No, that was not all that happened – not even close.

“Yes,” Sweet Pea lied, maintaining eye contact as unsuspiciously he could muster. He could lie to cops with ease – surely it would be a walk in the park to lie to Jughead Jones. Jughead searched his face for a few lingering seconds before deciding that he was telling the truth. Sweet Pea bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smirking, satisfied by the rush of getting away with a forbidden lie. He regained his composure. “Nothing to worry about, Jones. We were drunk.” He lied again. He was pressing his luck here, he knew it, but that first part wasn’t a lie. There was nothing to worry about. Up until the funeral and cookout a couple of weeks prior, he hadn’t had any contact with her in months. Their days of hate-sex were over, weren’t they?

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most wanted in existing fandoms here?

sure thing angel, this list got very long but shout out to the members who helped get this list together!! and babes, if there are any more, throw them into the replies for this anon!! but, we’d love to see ; anakin skywalker, padme amidala, bail organa, mon mothma, palpatine, luke skywalker, jacen solo, jabba the hutt, c-3po, r2-d2, winter celchu, plo koon, or mace windu from star wars! roy harper, edward nygma, scarecrow, barry allen, diana prince, steve trevor, arthur curry, lex luther, bruce wayne, captain boomerang, deadshot, or katana from dc/dc comics! fiyero, nessarose, and boq from wicked! mary macdonald, arthur weasley, bill weasley, queenie goldstein, tina goldstein, seamus finnegan, dean thomas, theseus scamander, albus potter, james potter II, hugo weasley, george weasley, percy weasley, the mckinnon siblings (ocs), any order members, death eaters, lorcan and lysander scamander, or vernon dursely from harry potter! hades, leo valdez, reyna avila ramírez-arellano, demeter, aphrodite, zeus, and athena, sally jackson, or posiden from percy jackson! kavinsky, the 300 foxway ladies, noah czerny, henry cheng, or the dream pack from the raven cycle! everyone from until dawn! michonne, rosita espinosa and aaron from twd! aang, sokka, suki, iroh, asami, bolin, and mako from avatar/korra! chuck shurley, abaddon, or mary winchester from supernatural! elijah mikaelson, marcel gerard, luke parker, stefan salvatore, bonnie bennett, alaric saltzman, damon salvatore, genevieve, finn mikaelson, esther, mikael, lucien castle, tristan de martel, aurora de martel, lily salvatore, nora hildegard, mary louise, valerie tulle, malcolm, enzo st.john, josh roza, jackson kenner from the vampire diaries/the originals! richie gecko, seth gecko, kate fuller, scott fuller, carlos madrigal from dusk till dawn! brittany, santana, kitty, mercedes, and the rest of the glee cast! the rest of the sailor scouts from sailor moon! chandler bing from friends! nani, stitch, or angel from lilo and stitch! nebula, jane foster, dr. strange, bruce banner, clint barton, pepper potts, scott lang, angie martineli, edwin jarvis, friga, odin, quentin beck, ned leeds, nick fury lorna dane, marcos diaz, clarice fong, the frost sisters, or lauren strucker from marvel! vlad, pooka, or lily from anastasia! jace herondale, valentine morgenstern, luke garroway, raphael santiago, any warlock, will herondale, jem carstairs, gideon lightwood, gabriel lightwood, cecily herondale, jessamine lovelace, sophie collins, charlotte branwell, or henry branwell from the infernal devices/shadowhunters! charles boyle, gina linetti, terry jeffords, kevin cozner, kate peralta, kevin cozner, or david santiago from brooklyn nine nine! renee walker, allison reynolds, dan wilds, nicky hemmick, aaron minyard from all for the game! jessamine hale, archie cullen, julie black, jacob black, carlisle cullen, charlie swan, renee dwyer, aro, marcus, caius, alec, riley biers, or heidi from twilight! glimmer, bow, or scorpia from she-ra! gandalf, and bilbo baggins from lord of the rings! bill tench from mindhunter! rory williams, the 11th doctor, the 9th doctor, the 12th doctor, martha jones, rose tyler, donna noble, the tardis, and k9 from doctor who! stan uris, ben hanscom, mike hanlon, or georgie denbrough from it! wendy corduroy, grunkle stan, grunkle ford, pacifica northwest, and bill cipher from gravity falls! daniel and sean diaz from life is strange! dwight schrute, or angela martin from the office! catherine of aragon, jane seymour, or anna of cleves from six the musical! dracula and lucy westerna from dracula the musical! tywin lannister, cersei lannister, robb stark, bran stark, rickon stark, the night king, anyone from the night’s watch, stannis baratheon, renly baratheon, melisandre, joffrey baratheon, or jaime lannister from game of thrones! will parry, mary malone, lee scoresby, iorek byrinson, mrs coulter, or lord asriel from his dark materials! the maitlands, deetz’, and beetlejuice from beetlejuice! four, christina, and caleb from divergent! wybie, or the other mother from coraline! dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, erica sinclair, joyce byers, or jim hopper from stranger things!

#fandom rp #multifandom rp #appless rp #mumu rpg #active rp #mw #anonymous

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wildflamescarlett · 7 years

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About My Past Role-playing/Future Role-playing

post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and would like to play or might bring back. after, tag ten people who you’d like to see do the same! ( repost instead of reblog )

currently playing:

OUaT OC: Scarlett PenDragon (and her brother and father) here

A bunch of OUaT Canon and OC Characters over at: @onceuponanau

Scarlett’s and Killian’s Twins/ Descendents Twin Sons of Hook/ An OUaT AU of Alec Lightwood: Vance and Alec Jones at: @dragonsandarrows

Descendents/ OUaT OC Daughter of The Mad Hatter at: @maddiexinxwonderland

Magnus, OC Warlock Mattie, and OC Werewolf Vicky at: @ofmagicandfangs (even though I haven’t been back on there in a bit)

have played:

Aurora “Rori” Tonya Stark, my Marvel OC - @dontcallmeaurorastark

A Bunch of the Marvel Men - @weavengingmen

A Bunch of Rori’s Kiddies From Different Men in Different AUs - @mutantsandsupersoldiersohmy

My Own Future Regenerations of the Doctor - @wearexthedoctor

An Older Brother for Jim Moriarty - @consultingbigbrother

Twin Sons for Jim Moriarty and my Sherlock OC/ Sherlock AU for Nathan Young from Misfits - @yinandyangmoriartys

Misfits OC, Angel Rhodes - @scentofdesire

My Own Darkiplier/ Another Misfits OC - @nothingxbutxaxshadow

And a Bunch of Other OCs and Canons from Various Fandoms

would like to play:

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Harry Hook (Descendents 2)

Some of my other OCs

Carlos De Vil (Descendents)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins Anime)

Meliodas (Seven Dead Sins Anime)

Tagged by: @thepiratesavedfromhell

I tag: Whoever as always! Go have fun with it everyone!

#mun #mun stuff #ooc #outoffire #Things About the Mun #I'm the new author and I'll try to make it right: Amber the Mun #// I miss all my ones that are listed under have played now

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 years

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OCs I’m Feeling RN

I’ll save you all a preamble lmao — as always, feel free to ask about other ocs too but these are my current muses

Aurora Anderson — Glee (x Sebastian Smythe) — main muse rn

Cassia Potter — Harry Potter (x Dimitri Aleksander Volkov)

Nikki Rogers — MCU (x Peter Parker) — main muse rn

Wendy Parker — MCU

Amethyst Andrews — Riverdale (x Sweet Pea)

Delaney Carlyle — Riverdale (x Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones)

Stevie Cooper — Riverdale (x Keegan Rhodes)

Sophie Dugray — Gilmore Girls (x Logan Huntzberger & Rory Gilmore)

Stacey Byers — Stranger Things (x Robin Buckley)

Sidney Hopper — Stranger Things (x Steve Harrington)

Iris Bennett-Gilbert — Legacies (x Hope Mikaelson & Lizzie Saltzman)

Elena Saltzman — Legacies (x Hope Mikaelson)

Roxy Ryan — Ocean’s 11

Jo Clarke — Outer Banks (x JJ Maybank & John B Routledge)

Cody Maybank — Outer Banks (x Pope Heyward)

Chloe Grace Routledge — Outer Banks (x JJ Maybank)

Rachel Eliot — The Society (past x Grizz; x Becca endgame) — main muse rn

Willow Dell — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano)

Brady Mariano — Gilmore Girls

Kirsty Gilmore [ Piece By Piece ] — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano) — main muse rn

Kirsty Gilmore [ My Way ] — Gilmore Girls (x Tristan Dugray & Logan Huntzberger) — main muse rn

Ivy Knight — Arrow (x Oliver Queen) — main muse rn

Also very much my gallagher girls & the society & marvel ocs, and, of course, any other ocs are welcome!! These are just the ones I’ve been feeling the vibe for lately!

And of course yall know crossovers are welcome too!!

*as always, I’m happy to answer anything from my ask game & prompts tags, but any other questions are more than welcome too!!

**romantic relationships are obviously welcome but I’m happy to talk about any dynamics!

#maddie talks

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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 years

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Doctor Who OCs

The Children of Space and Time: Summary of Series: TBA

Name: Carmen Smith. Parent(s): Martha Jones and Mickey Smith. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Russell Noble-Temple. Parent(s): Donna Noble and Shawn Temple. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Pandora Tyler. Parent(s): Rose Tyler and Duplicate Doctor. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Randy Williams. Parent(s): Unnamed Father, Grandson of Amy Pond and Rory Williams. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Nova McShane. Parent(s): Dorothy ‘Ace’ McShane. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Carlos Oswald. Parent(s): Duplicate of Clara Oswald. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

The Adventures of Bannerman Road: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Phoebe Sarah Smith. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Abigail Boyes-Watson. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Jared Nightingale. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

And The Story Goes On And On: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Willow Whitman. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Parker Whitman. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Colette Wall. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Kassidy Hogan. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Ryan Davey. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

The Adventures and Many Explosions of Ace: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Aurora McShane. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Ezra Turner. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Sadie Lewis. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

Susan Foreman: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Faye Ryan. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA.

#megan's ocs #megan's fanfiction #OCs masterpost #doctor who ocs

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princesweetpea · 5 years

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Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms, I Cannot Rest

Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

Warnings: language and just pure filth. smut central. unprotected sex.

Theme Two: Black Magic (Supernatural)

Word Count: 2,588 words

Read on AO3

A/N: That good good is under the cut. Happy Halloween, ghouligans.

“Hello, Mantle. How can I be of service on this fine Hallows’ Eve?” Rory asked monotonously, not bothering to look up from her book as the bell above the door dinged. Reggie Mantle shuffled inside, slightly taken aback by the effortless identification. He pulled his hood off and cleared his throat as he approached her, though his voice still seemed to break when he spoke.

“I’m here for a reading, I guess.” Her eyebrow raised as she finally allowed her eyes to leave the page to give him a once-over. She hummed, dragging her finger to bend the corner of the page before shutting the book.

“Can’t manage to schedule a reading with one of your daddy’s friends in The Order?” She chuckled.

“The Order doesn’t dabble in party tricks.” Reggie scoffed. ‘Party trick?’ I’ll show you ‘party trick.’

“Tarot or crystal gazing?” Rory questioned, rising from the leather armchair and sauntering toward her divination table at the center of the small room.

“Tarot… I guess.” He fidgeted with his sleeve. His eyes scanned the many small bottles that lined the shelves, attempting to decipher the runes that labeled them.

“You sure are doing a lot of guessing.” She quipped with a grin as she took her seat. He grunted in response, obviously paying her no mind.

“What’s this?” Reggie asked, his eyes glued to a small bottle of a luminescent pink powder. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.

“Ah, that… That is called ‘Linunt Fucoque et Venerem,’ or ‘the pollen of Venus.’ Very potent and very dangerous, if not used correctly.”

“What do you mean? What is it for?”

“It’s used for mainly spicing things up in the bedroom,” Rory wiggled her eyebrows, leaning further back into her chair and propping a leg over the wooden armrest. “Couples come in, desperate for a final attempt to save their relationship, and I give them a very minuscule amount for them to either breathe in or dissolve in a drink, then bam. It’s basically a metaphysical aphrodisiac. It… heightens the senses, so to speak.” Rory retrieved a bundle of sage from a small wooden box and lit the end before wafting the smoke over a stack of tarot cards.

“What’s so dangerous about that?” Reggie snorted, seemingly more interested by the second.

“It’s all in the dosing, really; on one hand, not enough and nothing really happens that can’t be taken care of by oneself. On the other hand, too much and it’ll take hours to satisfy.”

“How much is too much?”

“A full ounce.” Rory stated before placing the burning sage in a bowl, letting it extinguish naturally.

“And anything more than that?” Reggie turned to her; his brow raised in a perfect arch mischievously.

“If you don’t have a partner or there’s no one around for you to work it out with for a couple of days… death.” She shrugged nonchalantly. His face fell as he took a long step in her direction away from the shelves. A chill rippled through his body like electricity.

“Right, anyway… Let’s get this freakshow on the road.” Reggie mumbled as he took a seat at the small, circular table. Freakshow? She gritted her teeth, not keen on letting his snide comment and attitude go unaddressed.

“Choose one of these four stacks. Pick the one that resonates with you,” Reggie snorted at her request before picking the third stack to the left. Rory shot daggers at him as she spread half of the stack into a fan shape in front of him before pulling out several cards. So far, it wasn’t the most positive of readings. “Now, what question would you like to ask?” She inquired apprehensively.

“Will Veronica ever get back with me?” He asked, seeming defeated. Rory furrowed her brow as she let the energy of the cards guide her hand before landing on the right one. She flipped it over and placed it before him.

“The Hanged Man. It’s probably best that you let her go,” She informed him before pausing. She stiffened as the hairs on the back of her neck stood. “What question did you really come to ask?” His body went rigid; his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I’m sensing some… familial conflict,” Her hand was unexpectedly moving over the cards again, immediately guiding her to flip one over. Death. He immediately stood, snatching her wrist tight in his hand, which made her lose her grip on the card. It gracefully fluttered to the ground. “Reggie, that doesn’t mean what you’re assuming it does, let me –"

“How dare you. This whole thing has been a waste of my time. You clearly have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Reginald, but a reading is only as good as the person asking for one.” Rory countered shakily, struggling to free herself from his grip.

“Witch!... Bitch!” He clamored. Her nails dug into her palms.

“Actually, I’m both. Take your fucking hands off of me,” She demanded. He shoved her wrist toward her as he released his grip before promptly turning on his heel toward the door. She quickly faced her palm outward before snapping her hand into a fist and spinning it upward. He tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “You still have to pay me, asshole.”

“Like hell. Unlock the fucking door.”

“Pay me.”

“I’ll report you to The Order!” Reggie threatened. Rory scoffed.

“I don’t answer to The Order,” She mocked him. He lunged toward the shelves and grabbed the small, luminescent bottle. “Reggie, no!” She reached for him. He pulled the fabric of his hoodie over his nose before throwing the vessel at her feet, the shattering of the glass turning the entire contents to dust as it swirled into the air around her. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could but soon succumbed to a different type of suffocation that she couldn’t recover from. By the time the dust settled, Reggie was nowhere to be seen, appearing to have vanished in the cloud of smoke.

Rory banged her fist on the door as she struggled to support herself; between her dizziness and the unsteadiness of her legs, thighs squeezed almost painfully together, she was surprised that she was still able to stand at all. Her desperation brought her to the last place she would have normally considered going, but she had no other choice. All of her former options were out of reach – either long gone from Riverdale or in committed relationships. After a few seconds, which felt like hours, passed, she pounded on the door with more force. Her heart violently thrummed against her ribcage to the point where she thought it was going to explode. “Sweet Pea, please open the fucking door!” A wave of pain surged through her, making her fall forward to fully lean on the door with a thud. The door suddenly swung open and Rory was now crashing into the slightly damp gang member, his quick reflexes sending his arms to securely support her body.

“Rory? What are you –” Sweet Pea huffed, out of breath from clumsily pulling on a pair of gray sweats to answer the door after his shower. She cut him off by smashing her lips to his, frantic to relieve her increasing pain and the sharp ache of her core. They definitely weren’t at this level – hell, they were barely past secretive, longing glances. His eyebrows furrowed as he apprehensively returned the kiss before pushing her shoulders back from him. “What the fuck?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I can’t –” Her knees buckled as she squeezed her thighs tighter. He caught her once more.

“What the hell are you doing?” He interrogated.

“Linunt Fucoque et Venerem.” She explained with a rasp, resting her head on his bare chest as she involuntarily dug her nails into his biceps. Sweet Pea felt the color drain from his face before he pulled her inside the trailer, quickly scanning the trees outside before he locked the door behind them. She had mentioned the substance’s potency once before, the first time he had visited the shop. He didn’t know too much about it, but he could see that whatever it had done to her was not self-inflicted. He helped her over to his bed before carefully sitting next to her. She hastily tugged her sweater over her head and flung it across the room. It felt like she had a fire underneath her skin, incinerating her veins. Her lips had lost their color, her eyes wide with pupils dilated, and sweat was sheeting off her body.

“Who did –”

“Reggie Mantle,” She interrupted through gritted teeth. It burns. Burning, burning, burning. She yanked her tank top off of her body and began to claw at her skin before her hands ran over the sharp points of her nipples through the flimsy cloth. The desperation for any kind of touch – that delicious friction – was growing by the second as her vision blurred. Rory crawled over to straddle him, her hands winding into the hair at the nape of his neck as she started to kiss down his jaw with uncontrollable desperation. Sweet Pea, obviously confused and caught off guard, could do nothing but rest his hands on her hips as his eyes fell closed. “I know this is crazy,” Rory breathed between open-mouthed kisses along his jugular, “but I wouldn’t be asking you if I had any other choice. I wouldn’t ask… I wouldn’t –” The pain was too intense.

“Rory, I can’t –” Sweet Pea furrowed his brow as his hips instinctively ground up into her clothed, drenched core. Electricity. She bit down on her lip to suppress a moan. He placed a hand on her knee, intending to remove her from him, but ended up sliding it up her thigh and underneath her skirt to grab her ass. After licking down his Serpent tattoo, she removed her lips from his neck and reattached them to his waiting mouth. “Rory, I can’t do this,” Sweet Pea mumbled breathlessly into her mouth between hot, heavy kisses. “I mean, I really want to, but it isn’t fair to you. You’re not in your right mind. I don’t want you to regret this.” His cock betrayed his words, hard as can be beneath thin sweatpants.

“I can’t regret anything if I’m dead,” she whined urgently. “Do you not want me?”

“Don’t be stupid.” He rasped as he met her eyes, cupping her jaw and stroking her cheek with his thumb. She nuzzled into his palm as she ground her hips down onto him. “How couldn’t I?”

“Please, Sweet Pea. Fuck me, please,” That’s all it takes for him to finally give in. He pressed her shoulders back off of him and onto the bed against his pillows, pushing her skirt up as he laid on his stomach to be level with her. He apprehensively kissed her inner thighs, coated with her wetness, as he made his way to her core and gently kissed the cloth-covered bundle of nerves. She moaned low, almost animalistic; the sensation was heightened beyond compare and her hands fisted into his sheets. He pulled her panties to the side and licked a thick stripe upward. “Oh, my fucking –” Sweet Pea attached his lips to her clit, alternating between licking and sucking as he brought his middle finger to push into her slowly, gliding in and out of her with ease. She’s suddenly already undone, quick to come by amplified pleasure.

“Do you like that?” He taunted between movements of his tongue through her orgasm, smirking when she whimpered in response and her hands wound in his hair. He inserted another digit and expertly curled upward against her walls. “You taste so good, baby,” Rory’s head was spinning; she felt like she was going to implode as a familiar ache pooled in her abdomen once more. As he felt her walls begin to tighten again, his fingers pumped into faster. “You going to come again? Go on, come for me, Rory.” He’s a lot less careful than he should be, too absorbed in the way her pussy squeezed around his fingers as she shivered from the pleasure. Her vision went blurry as she came undone, curses leaving her mouth mixed with his name as she trembled underneath the strong hand that attempted to steady her. It wasn’t enough.

Suddenly the position is different and she tugs at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down far enough for his cock to spring free and slap up against his abdomen. Her flimsy bra and skirt are long forgotten, somewhere amongst the trailer’s belongings. They move together like they’ve done this many times before, completely forgetting the foreign element of it all. Rory kneels between his open legs and lowers her mouth onto him, swirling her tongue at his tip, licking all the precum before taking nearly all of him into her mouth. Gagging slightly, she hollows out her cheeks and bobs her head, causing him to suck in a sharp breath as his hand finds the back of her head and guides her. She moans when he tugs her hair, and the vibrations at the back of her throat alone made him want to spill down her throat. Sweet Pea pulls her up to him, kissing her hard as she lines his cock up with her entrance before sinking down; she’s so tight and hot that it makes his head spin. “Fuck, you take all of me like such a good girl.” He praised with a groan, screwing his eyes shut as he focused on her dripping core squeezing around his cock. He thrust upward into her at an agonizing pace just to listen to her whimpers and watch her face contort with ecstasy.

“You feel so fucking good,” Rory moaned breathlessly, bucking her hips in attempts of increasing the friction. The pain was gone for now, in its place – pleasure. “Faster, Sweet Pea. Harder, please.” He obliged, bringing his thumb to rub circles at her clit. She fell forward against his chest; a writhing, moaning mess on top of him as he secured his other arm around her waist to steady her as he relentlessly slammed into her. Her walls began to tighten much more intensely than the times before. He flipped them over, positioning her legs over his shoulders to find a deeper angle.

“Jesus,” Sweet Pea growled into her neck, biting where neck meets shoulder and then soothing it with his tongue. Frantic hands in hair as mouths couple, tongues swirling against each other as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier. He won’t last much longer, and she’s already on the brink of her third orgasm. He fucks her more roughly, says the dirtiest things that make her eyes roll back, unable to concentrate on just one single feeling. “You want me to fuck it out of you?” Rory rakes her nails up his back and he hisses, relishing in the pain. He groaned, fingertips gripping her hips so tight that he’s sure that there will be bruises as he pulls her hips down onto him – she doesn’t mind one bit. It hits them both unexpectedly; she’s a writhing, begging mess underneath him and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He pulls out immediately, hot cum thick on her abdomen as their chests heaved; her head spinning, spinning, spinning. The night – the next few days – were long until over.

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: THIRTEEN

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Jughead released Sweet Pea from the restrictive hold on the denim of his vest. The two boys continued with a screaming match as Mambo and Jughead watched cautiously on standby, ready to intervene again if necessary.

“Are you done with your tantrum? You look like your dad when that vein pops out in your forehead.” Sweet Pea taunted with a snort. Jughead feigned a cough to conceal his laughter at the mention of the hotheaded boy’s father. As if on cue, Reggie’s vein throbbed as he lunged forward yet again and knocked Sweet Pea backward onto the stairs. Reggie turned to Rory, spewing venom that she didn’t pay attention to, and suddenly Reggie was being knocked backward onto the ground. Everything seemed to happen too quickly for Rory to keep up.

“Rory, get him out of here now!” Jughead boomed authoritatively, referring to the brawny Serpent that he was struggling to restrain. Sweet Pea thrashed against her cousin’s hold as he shouted expletives at the now unconscious Bulldog on the hardwood of the living room. Rory was sure that he would have still been on top of Reggie if Jughead was not currently holding him in place.

“He’s still breathing, at least,” Mambo informed Jughead through gritted teeth. “He wouldn’t be if I had gotten to him first.”

Rory splashed her face with water and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm herself. She didn’t know why she and Sweet Pea had begrudgingly turned into each other’s keepers, or why Jughead couldn’t have taken care of his own gang member. He’s probably blackmailing Reggie into not pressing charges. Rory snorted to herself as she pat her face dry with a paper towel. She exited the bathroom and made her way toward the table that Sweet Pea was sitting — or rather, pouting — at. Pop’s was the only neutral meeting place that she could think of going, even though Sweet Pea gave her no choice in their destination when they sped off on his motorcycle. She slid into the booth; Sweet Pea avoided eye contact. Veronica practically pranced over to their table, tray on her shoulder and a grin on her face. None of this would have happened if she wasn’t ping-ponging between Archie and Reggie.

“Here is your strawberry milkshake.” She beamed as she placed the glass in front of her. Rory furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the perfect swirl of whipped cream topped with a cherry.

“Veronica, I didn’t order this.” Rory stated quizzically. Veronica’s eyes flicked over to Sweet Pea and then back to her. Rory nodded slowly, shifting her eyes to study his face.

“Are you guys ready to order?” Veronica asked as she flipped her notepad open.

“We need a few minutes.” Sweet Pea mumbled, though he and Rory both knew what they wanted already. He just wanted her to leave them alone. It was the first thing he had said at all since they left the house. The skin around his left eye began to darken and gleam a deep shade of purple in the light.

“Do you at least want something to drink for now?” Rory asked him, noticing that Veronica had only brought the milkshake over to them. Sweet Pea did not reply but simply turned his head to look out into the dimly lit parking lot. She rolled her eyes. She hated having to baby the last person that she could want to spend her night with, but she felt somewhat responsible for the fight even though she knew that she wasn’t. “Would you just bring him a water for now, please? Maybe an ice pack, too, if you have one?” Rory requested with a small smile. She muttered her thanks as Veronica sauntered off toward the kitchen. The tension in the air was thick, seemingly suffocating, as the silence grew longer. “How did you know that I order a strawberry milkshake?” She asked. Sweet Pea shrugged.

“Lucky guess, I suppose. You seem like a strawberry milkshake kind of girl,” he mumbled unconvincingly. She narrowed her eyes as she studied his face, but decided to let it go. She took a large sip of the creamy dessert and she signed in relief at the welcomed sweetness. A faint smile crept onto his face as he maintained his gaze into the night. “Taste good?” He asked amusedly. His voice bounced off of the glass of the window he was facing.

“I really needed this. Thank you for your… Lucky guess, I suppose.” She prodded with a cheeky smirk. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his side of the booth so he was facing her.

“So, maybe it wasn’t just a lucky guess,” he began awkwardly. She raised a brow. “Every time we are here at the same time, you seem to always get the same thing. A strawberry milkshake and eggs with bacon and hash browns,” Rory cocked her head to the side in amusement. He sighed and rubbed his face with both hands. “I know that sounds beyond creepy.”

“Have you been watching me, Sweet Pea?” She suppressed her laughter as she watched him squirm.

“No,” he replied a bit too quickly. “No. I’m just very observant of my surroundings. Don’t flatter yourself, princess.”

“I didn’t peg you as the paranoid type.” She teased, taking another sip of her milkshake.

“I’m not.” He grumbled defensively with an eyeroll. Veronica returned with a glass of ice water and a bag of frozen peas.

“We didn’t have an icepack. I hope this is okay,” she chuckled. Rory smiled in response as she took the bag from her. “Are you guys ready to order?” Rory shifted her focus back to Sweet Pea, silently urging him to order first.

“I’ll have a deluxe bacon burger with fries, and I’m guessing she will have –” Sweet Pea smirked before she cut him off.

“I’ll have the…” Rory fumbled with the menu, desperate to prove Sweet Pea wrong. She ordered the first thing her eyes landed on. “Deluxe bacon burger with fries, as well. No lettuce or tomatoes, please.” He grinned at her.

“So… The regular bacon burger.” Veronica chuckled to herself as she crossed out what she had previously written. Sweet Pea narrowed his eyes at her, not liking her snarky tone.

“No,” he began, folding his arms over his chest. “A deluxe bacon burger with no lettuce or tomatoes.” Veronica blinked at him before clearing her throat. She snapped the notepad closed.

“Your food will be out shortly.” She plastered a fake smile on her face as she excused herself.

“You’re so annoying,” Rory groaned as soon as Veronica was out of earshot. Sweet Pea shrugged; a familiar smirk graced his handsome face. “Why did you do that?”

“She was being rude and I don’t like her.” He stated, taking a sip of water. Rory slid the bag of peas across the table and gave him a look. He rolled his eyes before bringing the bag to his bruising skin. He winced.

“You were the one being rude,” she sighed. “I thought you two were cool? I mean, the Serpents worked for her at one point.”

“Professional courtesy,” he winced again as he repositioned the bag on his face. “She’s too pretentious. It’s like… It’s like everything that I hate about the Northside is packed into one person. Same thing with your boyfriend for the most part.” He teased.

“He is not my boyfriend,” she huffed. “Not anymore,” she stared down at the table for the few minutes of silence between the pair. When she finally looked up again, Sweet Pea’s eyes were still on her, his gaze soft. She wasn’t familiar with the expression he wore, but he seemed to be deep in thought. His expression hardened once again once he realized she was staring at him. “Why did you go after him again after Jughead and Mambo separated the two of you?” He blinked at her, not expecting Rory to ask a question with a seemingly obvious answer.

“Aside from him tackling me again? Because of what he said to you afterward.”

“What did he say?” She furrowed her brow and searched her memory for anything that would have set off both him and Mambo. Nothing.

“I’m definitely not repeating it.”

“Sweet Pea,” Rory groaned. “Just say it!” He stared at her blankly. His discomfort was growing with each second that passed. “When have you ever passed up an opportunity to insult me?” She snorted. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“What are you, some kind of Southside slut now? Fucking every guy that you see? Did you fuck Sweet Pea and Fangs, too? Did they all take turns on you?” Sweet Pea snarled lowly and almost robotically, as if the words had been burned into his brain. Rory winced before slumping her shoulders and shaking her head.

“When he’s mad, he just sees red. He says things that –”

“That he doesn’t mean?” He raised an eyebrow. He looked amused. She shrugged, feeling embarrassed for making excuses for him. “Do you honestly think that he didn’t mean any of that?” He asked. Her mouth twitched downward into a frown.

“I guess he was right… At least a little bit.” She sighed, anxiously running her hands over her arms to comfort herself. Sweet Pea’s face contorted in disgust.

“So, sleeping with a total of three people, including him, is ‘every guy you see?’ Oh, please. He probably sleeps with three people within a week. Reggie Mantle doesn’t know jack shit about anything. Get fucking real.” He grumbled. He was growing increasingly more annoyed, especially since he didn’t want to talk about this in the first place.

“So, you knocked him out because he brought your name into it?” She scoffed. Of course.

“Partly,” he paused. She raised a brow. “No Serpent stands alone.”

“I’m not a Serpent.” Rory reminded him with an exasperated sigh.

“Legacy.” He countered, a smirk once again taking its rightful place on his face. She rolled her eyes. An uncomfortable silence set in, and neither of them were in any hurry to break it. Sweet Pea drummed his fingers on the table rhythmically before letting out a short wheeze of a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Rory asked monotonously. He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “Just say it, Sweet Pea. Fuck’s sake.” He rolled his eyes and motioned between the two of them.

“This is the longest and calmest conversation that we have ever had,” he chuckled to himself. She shrugged, not seeing the humor in the situation. “I mean, I’m impressed that we haven’t tried to rip out each other’s jugular by now.”

“It’s only been so easy because you’re being incredibly cooperative for once in your life.” She simpered. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached across the table for her melting milkshake. He stirred it around with the straw before taking a sip, ignoring Rory’s protests.

“I’m always cooperative. I don’t know what you’re trying to say.” Sweet Pea grinned. It was Rory’s turn to laugh. She snatched her milkshake back while he was mid-sip, causing the liquid to sputter from the straw and drip down his chin. He narrowed his eyes at her as he cleaned himself up with a napkin. A waitress, that was not Veronica, waddled over to the booth with a tray full of food. Rory wasn’t paying too much attention, but from the bits and pieces she had gathered, the waitress would be taking care of their needs for the rest of the night instead of Veronica. Sweet Pea displayed a satisfied grin as Rory glowered at him. He laid the pleasantries on thick, saying “please” and “thank you” to everything that the woman was saying. Rory swore that she had never heard him act so polite. Once the waitress excused herself, Sweet Pea took a large bite out of his burger.

“Are you pleased with yourself?” She scoffed. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “You made Veronica switch tables.” He gave her a wide grin to the best of his ability, considering his mouth was full of food.

“I’m very pleased.” He stated simply. The bell of the diner’s door dinged, but it was only when the light faded from Sweet Pea’s eyes that Rory turned her head to investigate. A very lost-looking Kevin Keller stepped up to the counter and placed an order to-go. She tried to do her best to distract him.

“You know, if you were always so compliant, maybe we could have been… Friends, or something.” Rory stated before taking a bite out of her burger. His dark eyes shifted focus back onto her, and for a second, it looked as if he were about to burst into laughter.

“Me and you? Friends?” He snorted. “That could never happen.” He popped a couple of fries into his mouth after dipping them in ketchup and sat back with his arms folded over his chest.

“Why is that, exactly?” She furrowed her eyebrows. She tried her best not to show that she was offended.

“Friends don’t fuck.”

“Don’t worry, that will never happen again.”

“We still couldn’t be friends. Ever.” He stared at her blankly before scoffing and muttering something inaudibly under his breath. Whatever. Sweet Pea moved to grab the melting bag of peas, but froze. He balled his fists to the point of his knuckles turning white. Kevin cautiously shuffled up to their table. His eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that he’d been crying. Rory gave him a somewhat surprised smile. Since Kevin returned from The Farm, he had mostly been keeping to himself. Before Rory could say anything, Kevin opened his mouth to speak.

“Sweet Pea –” his voice broke before he could get the words out. Sweet Pea kept his cold stare straight ahead, his knuckles somehow getting whiter. “I – about Fangs…” Sweet Pea’s gaze met Rory’s; his eyes were wild as his nostrils flared. She could tell that he was trying to stay calm, but he was quickly losing his cool. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.” That was it. That sentence is what made Sweet Pea snap. Sweet Pea sprang from the bench of the booth and fisted the fabric of Kevin’s tank top, pushing him back roughly until he was bent backward over the diner counter.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? You’re lucky there are people around because if they weren’t, you would be leaving here with a broken nose,” Sweet Pea snarled, pushing him back further to get in his face. “My best friend is who-fucking-knows-where with who-fucking-knows-who! You brain-washed him, Keller. You took him away from us. Now he’s gone and you’re the only one that’s left? Bullshit. You know where they are. You know where he fucking is. So yeah, you’re sorry? No, I’m the one that’s sorry – sorry for trusting you with one of the few people I fucking cared about.” Sweet Pea released Kevin and quickly wiped the tears that were escaping his eyes. He fished a crisp twenty-dollar bill from his back pocket and slammed it down on the counter, making Kevin flinch, before pushing past the crowd that had formed and out the door. Kevin wiped his eyes and grabbed his to-go bag before hastily exiting as well, leaving Rory wide-eyed and stranded at the diner.

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: Twelve

Warnings: Language, violence, brief smut, mentions of underage sex

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A/N: Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that it has been so long. I had to put my dog down, who I've had since I was 8 (I'm now almost 22), a few weeks ago. I had to put this on the backburner for a bit, but I'm back now! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE let me know what you think!

“Here comes trouble,” a voice rang through the air, causing a couple of Serpents to look up at Sweet Pea as he entered the HQ. Victoria Peabody, an insufferable twenty-four-year-old woman, stood from her seat. She sauntered in his direction, giving her best ‘sex-eyes,’ which he ignored. She flirted with all the Serpent guys, but she only had a ‘history’ with him. “Where have you been, jailbait?” She purred in his ear as she latched onto him. He rolled his eyes and tried to pull away from her, but she only tightened her grip on his arm and molded against him. The smell of cigarettes, whiskey, and cheap perfume invaded his senses.

“I’ve been busy. Listen, I don’t know who let you in, but you’re not allowed to be here. You’re not a Serpent, and you sure as hell weren’t invited,” He grumbled. He watched the poker game that some of the gang members were playing across the room to avoid eye contact with her. “Get off of me.”

“Don’t play hard to get, sweet thing. You know I always get what I want in the end.” She giggled. He exhaled with a deep-rooted annoyance. She was right. He’d end up give in and lay her against the sink in the bathroom to shut her up.

“You do realize that the Serpents have been deputized now, right? You’re exhibiting some pretty predatory behavior, Vicky, preying on a seventeen-year-old boy.” He half-threatened.

“Seventeen is legal in some states.”

“Not this one.”

“Oh, please. You wouldn’t say anything. Otherwise, ol’ Sheriff Jones would find out about your addictive ways.”

“You shut your fucking mouth,” Sweet Pea hissed, pinning her slender frame against the wall. She smirked up at him, a devilish glint in her eye. “I haven’t gotten drunk in almost two weeks.” He lowered his voice now, feeling eyes on them.

“Would he believe you if he searched your trailer?”

“You’ve never even seen my trailer, you hag.” Sweet Pea fumed. She gripped his jaw tightly following his jab at her.

“Watch your mouth, kid. I’ve got a lot of dirt on you. Now how about we go to another room and I’ll try to relax you a bit?” It was obvious in her tone that she was trying to be seductive, but he wanted to laugh in her face. She knew that she was only something to pass the time for him, something – someone – to do when he got bored. As far as he is concerned, she felt the same way. His brain seemed to be on autopilot because once he refocused, they were in the bathroom. His jeans were around his ankles. She knelt in front of him, taking his member into her mouth and sucked harshly. He winced and attempted to push her away, but her hands pushed his hips back until they were against the wall. “Relax, good lookin’. You seem tense.”

He wondered what Rory’s lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. Her soft lips. Her wet mouth. Her tongue… He shook the thought out of his head and took a fistful of Vicky’s hair, shoving more of his length down her throat. She gagged and moaned in approval as he began thrusting his hips into her mouth. Her hands running up and down the backs of his thighs. He yanked her up by her wrist and spun her around, pressing her against the sink and pushing her tight miniskirt up. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Of course, she wasn’t.

“Make me forget.” Sweet Pea mumbled.

“Hm?” She hummed inquisitively, pushing back onto him. He let out a contented sigh. “Babe, I’ll make you forget whatever you want.” An echo of Rory calling him the same pet name rang through his memory, which made him scrunch his nose up.

“Don’t call me that.” He replied gruffly. He began to relentlessly pound into her to get the brown-eyed brunette out of his head. She moaned, and Sweet Pea felt incredibly disgusted with himself. She isn’t her. She could never be.

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“Okay Rory, all you have to do is make sure to keep your feet planted just like I showed you. And don’t –”

“Archie, I’m very knowledgeable when it comes to punching someone in the face.” She cocked her brow challengingly. Archie raised his hands in surrender and grinned at her in return, then moved to stand behind the punching bag to hold it in place.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked tentatively.

“You know why.” She went rigid, then tried to shake her thoughts out of her head through her entire body.

“He’s dead, Rory.”

“That’s what they said last time.” She sighed, tightening the wraps on her knuckles.

“I can guarantee you that he is. I saw it myself. You have nothing to worry about anymore.” He smiled reassuringly.

“Oh, please. It’s Riverdale.” Rory snorted, and he knew she was right.

“Here. Jab with your left twice, and then cross with your right. We need to correct your technique so you don’t break your wrist while you’re throwing a punch. You need to put power behind it,” Archie instructed. “Focus. Thinking of something that makes me angry usually helps me.”

“Can it be more than one thing?” She joked. He chuckled and nodded his head at her to throw a few swings. She inhaled deeply through her nose, planting her feet firmly on the ground and bending her knees slightly. Jab. Jab. Cross.

“Faster.”

Jab, jab. Cross.

“Good. Faster and harder,” He encouraged. She cocked a brow at him flirtatiously, and his face reddened. He bit his lip to suppress his laughter. “Come on, Rory. I’m serious.”

Jab jab cross.

“Oh, trust me, I know,” She winked. He shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. Before she was about to throw another punch, she stopped herself, which caught Archie’s attention. “Do you ever think about it?” Now is not the time, Rory.

“What, us?” He asked, letting go of the punching bag and taking a step back.

“Can I be honest about something?” Archie’s face scrunched up as he prepared himself for the secret that he was about to reveal to the beautiful brunette he’s known almost his entire life.

“Go for it, Red.”

“I have had the biggest crush on you ever since we were kids in the second grade.” He chuckled, covering his face with his hands. She blinked at him. There was no way that she heard him right.

“Are you only saying this because Veronica broke up with you?” She asked, half-jokingly. He placed his hand over his heart, feigning pain.

“Ouch. Low blow, Jones,” He chuckled. “Maybe it’s the beer making me be more open. Who knows?”

“You and I both know that you’re not even drunk. Nice try at the cop-out, though,” Rory grinned, taking another sip from her bottle. They were lucky that Mr. Andrews wasn’t home, because if he saw them drinking, he would have flipped his lid. Archie shrugged with a tight-lipped smirk. “Do you really mean that, though?” He hesitated before nodding slowly.

“Look, I know you and Reggie have a thing sometimes, so I’m not expecting you to –” Rory cut him off by crawling to his end of the couch. Her lips hovered over his.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” His lips latched onto hers. He pulled her onto his lap before lifting her as he stood, making his way toward the stairs up to his room.

Rory shrugged with a sigh, tugging at her hair. He strode over to her and wrapped her in a tight hug. She gazed up at him, her eyes meeting his beautiful copper irises. He brought a hand up to cup her cheek. A calloused thumb gently grazed over the soft skin. “Rory… I can’t. I’m with Veronica now.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she nodded. Rejection. Again. But she truly did understand. “Well, kind of. She still has to break up with Reggie and –”

“Wait a minute,” Rory furrowed her eyebrows. “She started dating Reggie again and then she suddenly changed her mind?” She honestly felt bad for her former on-again-off-again boyfriend. Though it pained her to admit it, she knew how enamored with Veronica that Reggie was – that all her romantic interests were, frankly. Archie sighed, his head fell forward and gently rested against the top of her own. Her heart ached. She was so confused.

“I love you, Rory,” Archie rasped, pulling back to look into her eyes to make sure she understood. “But I can’t love you like that. Not right now.”

“I understand. Really, I do. Are we okay?” Rory smiled at him weakly. He leaned in to kiss the top of her head.

“Always. But hey, Reggie’s going to be single pretty soon.” Archie suggested jokingly.

“Don’t even go there, Andrews.” She rolled her eyes.

“Alright, come on. Hands up. Let’s get back to work.”

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Aside from the rejection from Archie, Rory was feeling great. Training hard after shutting herself up in her room for several days proved to have done her well. After showering and changing the bandages on her neck, she heard some commotion from upstairs and decided to investigate.

“You’re… Reggie, right?” Mambo shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Rory hadn’t filled him in on their complicated relationship over the past couple of years, so he wasn’t sure how he should feel about him. At the sound of his name alone, the color drained from Rory’s face. How did he even know I was staying here?

“Yeah… You’re Rory’s kid brother?” Reggie’s voice alone sounded incredibly awkward. She could imagine the discomfort etched into his handsome features. Then… silence. She decided to save her brother.

“Reginald.”

“Aurora.” His jaw tightened and his eyes burned through her. It seemed as if every fight and intimate moment they shared together simultaneously rushed into his pupils, playing out before her as she gazed into them, and he only barely softened. She followed suit. He maintained the intense fire in his gaze, however. Silence.

“And that’s my cue to leave.” Mambo broke the silence, grabbing the keys to Rory’s car from the hook by the door. Usually, Rory would protest, but she was consumed in an intense, silent staring contest with her ex-lover. With the snap of the front door closing, Rory managed to find the strength to tear her eyes away from his.

“You look good, Cupid.” He smiled softly, fighting to maintain eye-contact. Rory’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t called her the pet-name since the very beginning of their relationship in their sophomore year.

“You have shot me with your arrow, Cupid. I’m in deep with you.” Reggie grinned. He pulled Rory into him by the belt loops of her jeans to plant a sweet kiss on her upturned lips.

He noticed her frown and shifted uncomfortably.

“Back at you, Angel Eyes,” she recovered smoothly. The corners of his mouth turned upwards before returning to their former position, a straight line. The pet-name took on a whole new meaning after she showed him the ABBA song with the same title the first time they got back together. “How did you know I was here?”

“I talked to Archie. He told me you were staying here,” Reggie cleared his throat. “He told me what happened, too.”

“Which thing?” Rory snorted just thinking about all of the crazy shit that had happened to her since the last time they called it quits. Reggie’s eyes fell to the fresh bandage on her neck, which answered her question. “Oh. Yeah,” Silence again. The warm summer air blew a few strands of her hair back from her face as a particularly forceful gust pushed through the open window. “Why were you and Archie talking about me?” Rory changed the subject. Yet her own topic choice made her panic. Did he tell Reggie about our conversation? Had he told him that we hooked up in the first place?

“I came to clear the air with him after Veronica broke up with me,” he chuckled awkwardly. “He made me realize that I should come to talk to you.”

“What for?” She snorted.

“The more I’m around these couples, the healthy ones… Our own friends… I realize that I was awful to you, Rory. I was a terrible boyfriend, even in the beginning. All of the lying, the cheating… Everything,” His head fell forward as he ran his hands over his face, seeming to be having a difficult time getting out the exact words he wanted to say. She listened to him patiently, doing her best to keep a neutral expression. “I’ve seen how a boyfriend is supposed to be. It took me dating Veronica to see how I’m supposed to treat a girlfriend.”

“Can we not talk about Veronica?” Rory sighed. She was so tired of the girl being brought up in conversations with her love interests.

“Right… Sorry,” Reggie smiled softly. “I realized that I was never good enough for you. I didn’t deserve you in the slightest.”

“I know you didn’t.” Rory said slowly, careful not to lose her hold on her emotions.

“I just… I wanted to come and ask you – no, beg you – for just one final chance. One that I can promise won’t be like the rest. I will treat you how you deserve to be treated. I will be faithful. I won’t lie, unless it’s about what I got you for your birthday or for Christmas. Just one final go around. Please.” She stared at him in complete silence as she searched his face for any sign of ill-intent. He was being completely genuine and vulnerable. Yet, something was… off.

“Did Archie put you up to this?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, thinking back to his suggestion in the boxing gym earlier.

“No. I mean, he did tell me I should go for it –”

“So now that Veronica dumped you, I’m second best again? Like I have always been?” She could feel her blood begin to boil.

“Rory…” Before the logical side of her brain could stop her, she said the one thing that she knew would destroy his giant ego.

“Archie and I fucked.” Oh boy.

The color drained from his face completely before a vein in his forehead started to throb.

“You fucked one of my best friends? Are you serious?” He began to pace.

“I sure am.” Rory dug her fingernails into her palms. Breathe.

“While we were dating?” He asked. His face began to redden.

“What? Of course not. I’m not you. How can you even ask me that?” She snapped. She couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to even come here – to ask her that. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, messing up its well-kept, gelled shape.

“Jesus, how many of my girls is he going to take?” He chuckled bitterly to himself as he looked up to the ceiling.

“How many girls are going to leave you for him, you mean.” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed with obvious amusement as he stood tall in the open doorway. She didn’t know how long he had been there. She didn’t even hear the door open. What she did know, however, was that he had heard their entire conversation, due to the open window by the front door. She hadn’t seen the boy since their last day of junior year a week ago when they turned in their Hamlet analysis. She remembered not being able to look at their English teacher in the eyes. Since learning that the woman preyed on a fourteen-year-old Sweet Pea and took his virginity, she probably would never be able to again.

“What are you –” Rory began to question before Reggie cut her off.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Looking for the slightly less annoying Jones.” Sweet Pea replied, referring to Jughead, as he smirked in Rory’s direction. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well he isn’t here,” Reggie stated firmly before looking to Rory to confirm. She nodded at him.

“I’ll wait for him, then.” He grinned as he walked past the threshold and into the living room, closer to where they were standing. Reggie’s forehead vein began to throb even more. Rory shot him a warning glare, which he ignored.

“Why the fuck are you actually here, man?” Reggie demanded.

“Other than to watch you get rejected? Serpent business, brother.” Sweet Pea grinned as he mockingly landed on the word “brother.” Suddenly, he was up against the wall being secured by the collar. His satisfied smirk never left his face as he watched the slightly shorter boy fume, until Reggie’s fist connected with his jaw.

Sweet Pea’s head recoiled to the side, but it immediately snapped back as he charged at him with his fist ready. It didn’t take much for him to tackle Reggie to the ground. He made quick, tight swings at the other boy’s chiseled jaw as he climbed on top of him, holding him down by his thin white t-shirt. They rolled around in a power struggle as Rory screamed her protests. She could feel her throat begin to raw. Reggie’s foot knocked against an end table in the struggle, causing the lamp to fall and shatter into pieces on the hardwood.

The front door flew open, revealing Mambo and Jughead's panicked expressions. They bolted toward the brawl taking place in the middle of the living room. Mambo pulled Reggie backward, sliding him from underneath the Serpent. Jughead gripped and tugged Sweet Pea upward by the neck of his jean vest. Reggie’s face was the deepest shade of red that Rory had ever seen it, but his nemesis’s devilish grin was as wide as it could be, a fire burning in his eyes. Rory, on the other hand, was more irate than Reggie could ever dream of being.

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: Prologue

Warnings: Language, family death, mentions of friend death

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A/N: Takes place after Riot Night.

The ceiling light of the hospital’s small examination room flickered, making that dull buzzing sound of electricity that was about to go out. Aurora Jones sat rigid in her seat, occasionally shaking from her nerves. She felt so sick. So, so numb. “Rory—” Her brother began before the door flung open. A nurse quickly shuffled into the room with another woman in tow, who shut the door quietly behind her. The nurse gently stated that she needed to go over a few things with them before they could finish paperwork, and how sorry she was to inconvenience them during this difficult time. Peter glanced over to Rory, who just stared straight ahead into nothingness, before answering the nurse’s questions. Rory had them completely tuned out, only hearing the ringing of the unclarity of their voices in her ears. She shivered again. After a while, she focused her hearing. “Is there a next-of-kin that we need to notify?” The nurse asked. “It’s just us.” Peter stated, staring blankly into the void as he absentmindedly squeezed his sister’s hand. Rory snapped back to reality. “My uncle,” Rory choked out hoarsely. Her throat was froggy from being silent for so long. “FP Jones.” The nurse nodded and made her way to the door. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the nurse had dipped out of the room just then. She saw Peter shaking hands with the woman who remained with them. The woman’s other arm held a thick black binder with papers sticking out of it. Was it supposed to happen this way? First my best friend, and not even a couple weeks later, my own mother? Why wasn’t I crying? Why hadn’t I cried? “Miss Jones,” Am I a sociopath? “Miss Jones!” She was snapped to reality by the shrill voice of the woman in front of her. She mumbled an apology sheepishly. “Since you’re still underage, you’ll be sent into foster care,” Rory rapidly shook her head in both protest and utter confusion. “Unless you’d rather be with your uncle?” She suggested. “He has a record… but he is your only surviving family. I don’t know for certain if they’ll allow it.” “Can I not live with my brother and my dad?” She asked quizzically. “Unfortunately, no, his father isn’t biologically related to you, and he and your mother split up long before her untimely death so he isn’t technically considered your stepfather,” The woman stated, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Rory stared blankly at the woman in front of her. What did she mean they weren’t biologically related? “I’m sorry, I thought you would have known that. You didn’t find it odd that you two have different last names?” She asked condescendingly. “They told me that they had a fight during our birth, and Peter was born first, before the fight. She said that by the time that they made up my birth certificate was already finalized, and it cost too much to have it changed,” Rory stated vacantly. Peter shifted stiffly. Her mind began to race, but she somehow managed to shove it to the back of her mind when the woman rudely snapped her fingers in front of her face. Peter hadn’t said a word. “Did you know about this?” She asked, her words dripping with agony. “I found out a couple of months ago.” He sighed before burying his head into his hands. She felt like the knife in her chest had been twisted. He’d known for months and he didn’t bother to tell her, her own twin brother... She felt betrayed. “Well apparently I’m the last to know important details about my own identity,” Rory scoffed with tears welling up in her eyes. She clenched her fists, almost relishing in the pain of her nails digging into her palms to calm her nerves. “I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers, so don’t even think about putting me in a home,” Rory said ardently. “Why can’t I live at my house?” “Despite the fact that you’re a minor— “ “I’m seventeen!” “That isn’t the legal age of adulthood,” she sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. “Like I was saying, despite the fact that you’re a minor, you guys were already several months behind on rent.” “So, you would put an orphan on the streets?” She asked, shooting daggers at Peter on the word “orphan.” He avoided eye contact. “No, I would put an orphan with surviving family or a foster family, like I gave you the choice of. To be completely honest, your landlord was extremely gracious to let you both continue to live there rent-free for as long as you did,” The woman suggested. Rory never bothered to learn her name. She had more important things to worry about, like if she was a sociopath or not, and who the fuck she’s been calling “dad.” “So, we can try to place you with your uncle, then?” “Yes, make it happen. Please.” The ugly truth was that she was conflicted. Her mother worked her entire life to keep them out of the southside, away from the crime and gangs that she grew up around. She worked double shifts for them to barely scrape by, living in a small house on the edge of the northside. And now it seemed like all of her hard work was for nothing. There was too much piling on at once. She needed to interrogate Peter and to confront her “father,” but she couldn’t deal with that right now. Not now. It’s all too much.

***

Clouds of cigarette smoke enveloped Rory as she stepped into the White Wyrm. Rock music, laughter, and the clacking sound of pool balls seemed to shake the space from the ground up. She made her way to the bar. “Ava? I haven’t seen you here in ages! You look great.” The bartender called to her. She sucked in a sharp breath and looked behind her to see if there was someone else there, and that it was just a coincidence. But no one was there, it was just her. “I’m not Ava,” She rasped, her voice kind of breaking mid-sentence. She still couldn’t cry. Even at the sound of her name. “I’m her daughter.” The barkeep’s smile grew even wider, though she couldn’t understand why considering she had never seen this man in her life. “Little Aurora, right?” Rory gaped at him for a moment. “Uh, yeah. Rory is fine. Though not quite little.” She awkwardly chuckled and glanced around anxiously. “Oh, sorry. I made you uncomfortable. I met you a couple times when you were a little girl. Before your mom stopped coming, that is. How is Ava, by the way?” Her eyes darted down to her thumbs as she twiddled them idly. “She passed away… a couple days ago.” He went silent and his smile quickly disappeared. The man shifted uncomfortably. “I… I am so sorry to hear that. I’m not the best at comforting people… Can I get you a drink instead?” He offered, trying to joke some light to the uncomfortable situation he had just placed himself in. “I’m only seventeen,” She half smiled. “I’ll have a Shirley Temple though,” His smile crept back onto his face. “… What?” She asked hesitantly. “It’s just that that’s what your mom used to order when we were all teenagers, and when she was pregnant with you.” Rory smiled at him. She was instantly grateful for that smile coming back onto his face, for that little tidbit of information about her mother that made her insides feel warm, and her eyes welled up. This is it, she thought. I’m finally going to cry. I’m not a sociopath. Then… nothing. “I’m Hog Eye, by the way.” He extended his hand. She didn’t let the nickname throw her. Being somewhat close to the “culture” of the Serpents made the things like weird nicknames familiar to her. She shook his hand gingerly. Suddenly, the doors of the Wyrm burst open and two boys swaggered toward the bar. They were loud, pushing each other over and joking around obnoxiously. They looked familiar, most likely from the new wave of students that came over from Southside High a few months ago. They were shouting profanities toward the petite girl wiping down the bar, and she flipped them off before starting a conversation with them. The taller of the two boys caught Rory staring and she immediately snapped her head down to the Shirley Temple that Hog Eye had slid in front of her. She stirred the ice around with her straw. “You lost, Northie?” She ignored him, fully knowing that he was addressing her. A bar stool scraped across the wood floor near the end of the counter before she heard shuffled movements coming her direction. “You hear me talking to you?” He said a little louder. “Leave her alone, dude.” The pink-haired girl from behind the bar rolled her eyes. She gave Rory an apologetic look. Her eyes were big and soft, and she seemed to be truly genuine with her expression. The boy scoffed at her with a smirk and leaned against the counter next to Rory. “I asked if you were lost. You deaf?” “And what if I was? What would you do?” Rory turned to him with an amused expression. He gazed at her with his mouth slightly agape for a moment as he tried to grasp for a response. “Right.” She snorted before taking a sip of her drink. A thick black curl hung loosely between his furrowed eyebrows. “Sweet Pea, cut it out. She’s having a hard time.” The girl piped in again. Rory was kind of annoyed that she had eavesdropped on her and Hog Eye’s conversation, but then again, they were in the center of a bar and weren’t talking in privacy. “Sweet Pea?” Rory raised an eyebrow with a smirk, turning toward the boy with her entire body now. She needed this distraction. Even if it was sure to turn out as an annoying encounter. “Yeah, don’t let the name fool you.” He replied flatly. “He’s a dick.” The other boy spoke up for the first time, then grunted when Sweet Pea kicked backward, hitting the boy in the thigh. He pushed Sweet Pea’s shoulder in return, but his eyes never left hers and he didn’t even budge, aside from his shoulder jerking forward. “If you’re going to be in my house, I need to know who I’m letting in.” He huffed. “My name is Aurora, my friends call me Rory,” she sighed, deciding to humor him. Sweet Pea snorted mockingly. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Is something funny?” “Aurora? You mean… like the Disney princess?” She rolled her eyes at his response. “At least I’m not named after a vegetable.” She muttered. The two other teenagers laughed. Sweet Pea crossed his arms over his chest as he mumbled for the others to shut up through gritted teeth. “I’m Toni Topaz. This is Fangs Fogarty.” The girl piped in and motioned with her elbow as she wiped out a pint glass. Fangs gave a lazy salute with a coy smile. Sweet Pea was visibly growing increasingly more agitated. “Look, Northsider, you aren’t welcome here —" “Sweet Pea!” A loud voice boomed from across the room. “Are you giving my niece a hard time? Where is your Serpent hospitality?” The room grew nearly silent aside from the music as FP filed toward them. Sweet Pea’s jaw instantly went slack as Fangs slowly walked backward, knocking a barstool over. Sweet Pea quizzically looked from Rory to FP, and back again. She smiled sweetly. “Did I mention that I’m a Jones?”

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: One

Warnings: Language, mentions of family death, friend death, graphic depictions of death, mentions of domestic abuse

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A/N: Hi everyone! I hoped you like this chapter. I'm so incredibly happy with the positive feedback I've gotten from the story so far! Thank you so much! ♡

“You’re late!” Midge exclaimed playfully as Rory approached the booth where she sat in the relatively empty Chock’lit Shoppe. Rory laughed, mumbling a brief apology before sliding into the booth. Midge already had a milkshake of Rory’s flavor choice waiting for her. She immediately took a sip, relishing in the cold, creamy strawberry deliciousness. Midge smiled at her briefly before it faded into a frown.

“What’s wrong?” Rory asked, growing concerned. Midge’s eyes scanned Pop’s to make sure there was no one eavesdropping before sighing.

“I just don’t know what to do about Moose,” she put her chin in her hand and stirred her milkshake absentmindedly. “I love him, but something is just… off. But with Fangs… Oh, Rory, with Fangs it feels so right. The passion. The spark. The hunger –”

“Okay, I don’t need to know that part!” Rory laughed before reaching across the table to grab her hand. Midge smiled before it quickly faded away again. “Do you love Fangs?”

“No, I don’t think so. But he gives me something that Moose just… doesn’t. Even before, when things were good, it just felt odd. Awkward. Clunky,” she shrugged and shook her head. “What do I do?”

“I think you need to be honest with Moose. It isn’t fair to keep lying to him, especially when he’s being faithful to you. You guys need to talk about it.” Rory squeezed her hand sympathetically.

“Yeah, you’re right… as always,” She rolled her eyes and sniffled. Rory grinned and looked down into her milkshake and took another sip. “Do you think I’m a sinner?”

“A sinner?” Rory snorted, almost spitting her milkshake back down into the cup. “What the hell are you talking –” She looked up to meet Midge’s eyes. She was cut off by her own blood-curdling scream. Her best friend’s cold, dead eyes emptily stared back at her. Blood and decay covered her face and body. Five knives were plunged into her torso, and two pairs of scissors pinned her arms in a “T” into the back of the booth.

“I am back from the dead,” Midge’s corpse hissed monotonously. “All those who escaped me before will die.”

Rory sprang up from the bed in strained sobs, screaming from the flashes in her head. Jughead burst through the door with his switchblade flicked out, his hair disheveled and one eye half-closed. Once he saw that there was no physical threat, he put the knife away. FP pushed past him and held his niece tightly to his chest, stroking her hair in attempt to calm her. Jughead sat on the end of the bed. She had stopped screaming, but the sobs carried on. She thought of the couple of nights that this occurred when her mother was alive, before her death. How her mother would climb into bed with her and stay with her the rest of the night. But she was gone too. And she wouldn’t have even been gone if Midge weren’t gone in the first place. She sobbed harder. After a while, FP convinced Rory to lay back down. He moved to the chair in the corner of the small room and nodded for Jughead to leave before laying his head back. He stayed there for the rest of the night.

In the morning, Rory rubbed her swollen eyes and headed down the hall toward the kitchen. Living with Jughead and FP was… different for Rory. When she arrived, it was clear that the trailer was in a state of constant disarray from the busy lives of the two men that lived there, but Rory had started to clean things up to keep herself busy when she wasn’t at school. It had been a few months since she started living there, but the nightmares hadn’t gone away. It was always the same dream over and over, an “alternate” ending to the very real last conversation she and her best friend had before the musical that fateful night.

“Hey sugar,” Gladys chirped. Rory smiled faintly at her formerly estranged aunt and mumbled a “good morning.” “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” Rory smirked bitterly. She knew she had heard her screaming last night. If both FP and Jughead heard her, there was no way that Gladys and Jellybean hadn’t. They hadn’t even been back in town for long and Rory was already done with the whole situation. Something felt wrong about her presence. Plus, she and Rory’s mom had never gotten along, so Gladys had almost the same passive-aggressive attitude toward her most of the time.

“Good,” Gladys smiled, taking a sip of her black coffee. “FP is out back. He has something to show you.” Rory gave a tight-lipped nod in response and exited the trailer. It was a bit nippy outside, and she was only wearing a cotton tee and some pajama pants. She crossed her arms over her chest. She heard some banging noises from behind the trailer so she followed them. FP stood among a medium sized Airstream camper trailer with the doors and windows wide open, and a few packed boxes sprawled around on the ground outside of it.

“What’s all of this?” Rory spoke up, as FP hadn’t noticed her standing there. He looked up and beamed at her, immediately walking in her direction.

“Hey squirt, how are you feeling this morning?” He asked, pulling her into his side and giving her a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“I’m okay,” she smiled up at her uncle. “How’s your back?” She asked sheepishly.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. Me and that chair are very well acquainted. Jellybean used to have nightmares when she was a little girl.” He reassured her. She suddenly felt very burdensome. She had been sleeping in Jellybean’s room since she moved in, but now that they were back in town, Jellybean had been sleeping on a cot in the living room.

“I think JB and I should switch living arrangements. It’s her room after all.” Rory insisted.

“That actually brings me to the reason I had you come out here,” FP grinned, pulling her with him toward the Airstream. “Your mom didn’t like living in the trailer with me and our old man when she was a teenager. ‘Hostile environment,’ and all that. I don’t blame her,” he sighed and absentmindedly rubbed his jaw thinking just how hostile that environment could be most of the time. He shook his head to get the memories out. “This was hers. I kept it when she left, just in case she ever wanted to come back… Now it’s yours.”

“Mine?” She blinked at him, dumbfounded. He gave a nod and motioned for her to go inside.

“Check it out. I got most of the boxes out, and we can take out anything else you want,” FP suggested as she looked around. She oddly felt like she was giving her mom a hug, just being inside the eclectic trailer. It was almost untouched by time, aside from all of the dust. It made her feel… Happy. She turned to her uncle and gave him a sudden, almost rib-crushing hug. He stumbled backward slightly and froze for a second before hugging her back. She mumbled a thank you into his chest. “You now have your own space. There’s a mini fridge that I had laying around, and the bathroom is back in the little ‘room’ behind the bed, but you’ll have to come inside for meals and showers, and to hang out with us, of course.” He chuckled.

“Thank you so much Uncle FP. I don’t know what to say.” Rory sniffed. He waved his hand to stop her from thanking him. Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her pajama pants. She rolled her eyes when she pulled it out and looked at the screen. Two texts from Peter to add to the however many unanswered previous messages. She hadn’t spoken to him in a few months, since her mom’s funeral.

“You should talk to him. He’s been coming around and asking for you,” FP sighed. Rory scoffed in return. “He lost her too.” She sighed and wiped a tear from her cheek, hesitating before finally texting him to meet her at Pop’s in an hour. FP rubbed her shoulder, then ducked out of the trailer. Not much time passed before Jughead appeared at the door and knocked on the frame before coming inside.

“Nice camper. Very… Bohemian.” Jughead chuckled, looking around the camper. He had never been in here before. In fact, the only knowledge he had of it before was that it was behind the trailer covered in tarps his whole life.

“Thanks,” Rory laughed, curling up into one of the two armchairs. “It’s all my mom’s stuff. I almost feel like I’m in a museum. I’m too afraid to touch anything because I might knock it over.” Jughead furrowed his brows and moved to sit in the chair adjacent to his cousin.

“You need to make it your own,” he began carefully. “This is your space. You live here now.” She nodded with a sigh and thanked him. He patted her shoulder in return.

***

When Rory walked into Pop’s, she could already see Peter waiting in a booth. She furrowed her brow and looked down at her phone at the time. She was early. He was even earlier. She frowned and started walking in his direction, and asked Pop Tate for her usual as she passed him at the counter. She suddenly came into contact with a body, which made her stumble backward, but the person didn’t budge at all.

“Watch where you’re going, princess.” Sweet Pea scoffed, pushing past her.

“Fuck off.” Rory spat as she rolled her eyes and flipped him off, anger bubbling in her chest. She took a deep breath before sliding into the seat across from her brother. He already had her milkshake waiting for her.

“You’re late.” He teased as he watched Sweet Pea exit the building with narrowed eyes.

“You’re late!” Midge exclaimed playfully.

Rory shook the flashback out of her head and pushed the milkshake away from her slightly. Peter frowned. “I’m early. You’re too early.” She retorted, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the seat.

“How are you?” Peter asked timidly. Rory smiled bitterly.

“Peachy,” she laughed. She took a breath. He lost her too. “How are you?”

He shifted to gaze out the window. “Peachy.” They sat in silence for a moment. What am I doing? Rory thought to herself.

“Let’s talk about it.” Rory sighed, placing her folded hands on the table. He continued to stare out the window, but she saw a single tear slip down his cheek.

“It was my fault,” He rasped out before clearing his throat and wiping his face. “If I had just skipped the movie at the Bijou and went with her to the fucking store, none of this would have happened. I could have held them back. I could have pulled her out of the way of the crowd. She wouldn’t have tripped and wouldn’t have been… I could have just —” His voice broke as he choked out a silent sob. Rory furrowed her brow, shaking her head. Her heart felt like it broke all over again just watching the sight in front of her. She reached across the table to grab his hand and squeezed it.

Rory laughed before reaching across the table to grab her hand. Rory squeezed her hand sympathetically.

Rory gasped and jerked her hand back as if she’d been shocked. She shook the memory out again. It felt like her lungs had just collapsed and her heart rate was rising significantly. Peter quickly reached across to grab her hand before it got too far. He faced her now, looking her in the eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Aurora. I’m sorry that our mom is gone because of me, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about dad. I have been so angry about it and had to keep it to myself, because we were ‘never supposed to know.’ I’ve been so hurt. You’re not the only one that was hurt by it! I am your biological twin brother. We are related. And I’m the one that’s stuck without you because ‘dad’ has legal custody over me. I’ve been drowning without you.” He sobbed quietly, making sure not to attract extra attention from the other patrons of the restaurant. Rory stared back at him, silent tears streaming down her face.

“It isn’t your fault. You’re okay.” She cooed as she squeezed his hand. A waitress came by and put food on the table in front of them. Peter quickly wiped his face and cleared his throat, but Rory didn’t even bother. Peter stared down into his food, absentmindedly playing with his scrambled eggs. It remained silent between them for a while until Rory lifted a piece of bacon and playfully tried to “force feed” it to him. He laughed and took the bacon from her hand.

“I missed you.” He smiled.

“I missed you, too, you freak of nature.”

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: Eleven

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, SMUT

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A/N: Start listening to the song "Get You The Moon" by Kina at the bolded * to get the full effect.

Rory hadn’t left the house in days. Hell, she hadn’t left her room in days. Mambo would come in to bring her meals, and he’d sit with her to watch television for a few hours every now and then. The other hours she’d spent painting or drawing, and practicing cello. FP would come down to check on her every day before and after work, and Jughead would come down just so they could sit in each other’s company while he typed on his computer.

“I betrayed you.” Rory bawled into her cousin’s chest. Jughead’s arms tightened around her, shushing her as he rubbed her back.

“If you hadn’t done what you did, and you got hurt… or worse… I would have never forgiven myself,” he sighed. “Please don’t keep beating yourself up. I’m fine. Nothing happened to me, Rory.”

“How long are you going to stay hidden in here?” Jughead asked sympathetically, closing his laptop and shifting his attention to her. Rory broke her trance, simply shrugging at him in return. The doorbell sounded, causing Jughead to break his gaze. He pulled his switchblade out of his pocket, as he was now permanently on edge from the tumultuous events that he and his friends had been through lately. “Stay here.”

And with that, he was up the stairs and at the front door. Rory dug her fingernails into her palms as she listened closely for any type of commotion, reaching for the switchblade Jughead had given her a couple of weeks prior. A few moments of silence passed before an apprehensive “all clear” was heard from her cousin.

“Hey, I’m going to head to Pop’s… Stay here, please. I’ll call one of the Serpents over here to keep watch or something, okay? Just please don’t go anywhere.” Jughead stressed from up the stairs after a few more moments of silence. She heard the front door slam not long after. That was… weirder than normal.

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Sweet Pea knocked at the front door hesitantly. He was frustrated that Jughead had him come here, out of all the Serpents, especially after the other morning and how he left things with Rory. He knew he was being unfair; he knew he was all over the place, he just didn’t care. Yes, you do. He winced at his subconscious.

The door opened slightly, revealing Mambo Hale’s shorter, tense frame. Mambo looked him up and down carefully, blade in hand, before briefly shutting the door to undo the deadbolt to let him inside. He didn’t say a word to him as he entered, moving to sit back in the dining room chair that he had pulled up in front of the door.

“Hey, dude,” Sweet Pea cleared his throat awkwardly. Mambo nodded at him in acknowledgment, his face stone cold. Did she tell him about the other morning? “You good?”

“Watching,” He replied, spinning his open knife between his fingers. The sight gave Sweet Pea anxiety, even though that was something he did all the time. He didn’t know Mambo’s skill level with a blade. Sweet Pea hummed in response and shifted his weight to his other leg. “Rory’s downstairs in her room. You know the way, I’m sure.” Mambo smirked, leaning back in his chair and redirecting his attention to the front door.

“I’m not here for Rory,” Sweet Pea huffed. “Jughead sent me to keep watch.” Mambo scoffed at this sentiment.

“I can handle this, believe me. She might need someone to talk to, though. Especially after the other day.”

“What do you mean “the other day?’” He paled. She told him.

“We had a little… incident at the camper with the Black Hood.” Mambo shifted uncomfortably. Oh. What?

“What? When?” He rushed out, beginning to pace.

“After you left that morning,” Mambo cocked an eyebrow. Sweet Pea froze and turned to face him. He was clearly enjoying watching Sweet Pea squirm. “I saw you leave. I was half asleep, but I saw you.” He motioned to his air mattress behind the couch. Sweet Pea nodded slowly.

“I –”

“Rory’s in her room in the basement.” Mambo reiterated, turning his back to the older boy as he zeroed in on the door once more. Sweet Pea inhaled slowly, spinning to start toward the stairs. He knocked on the wooden door, but there was no answer. He could hear music softly playing behind the door before he opened it, letting himself in. Her dark eyes fixated on him after a moment; she was clearly in deep thought, as her eyes were glazed over. He leaned awkwardly against the doorframe. *

“He had to send you.” Rory sighed, frowning. He shoved his hands into his pockets with annoyance on his features. “What, did he hire you as my private security detail without telling me?” He ignored her. His eyes fell on the bled-through bandages on her neck, and he was suddenly filled with panic.

“Your neck.” His voiced cracked, betraying him. She raised a hand to the spot, wincing as she barely touched it.

“I guess it needs to be changed. Could you go get Mambo? He’s really good with injuries.” Rory mumbled.

“So am I. I’ll do it,” Sweet Pea dictated, walking across the room and into the bathroom to retrieve supplies from the medicine cabinet. She simply sighed, seeming far too exhausted to protest. She hadn’t slept in days. Once he found gauze, antibiotic ointment, cotton balls, and hydrogen peroxide, he exited the bathroom and sat next to her on the bed. She avoided eye contact. “What happened?” He was honestly afraid to take the soiled bandage off – afraid of what he might see.

“He…” She trailed off. “I don’t want to talk about that. I can’t. Please.” He nodded at her plea, gingerly removing the red-stained gauze, revealing a two-inch gash at the side of her throat. It was still bleeding, even though it had been a few days. The amount of blood from that particular sized wound troubled him.

“It doesn’t seem to need stitches,” he noted, pouring some of the hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball before pressing it to the wound. She hissed, jumping slightly at the stinging and burning sensation. “Sorry. Just a few more seconds.” He held the cotton to her neck. He removed the bloodied material, and she gasped at the sight of it.

“It’s been days, how is it still bleeding that much?”

“I’m not sure,” Sweet Pea sighed, doing his best to hide the concern in his voice. “You should probably see a doctor.”

“No,” Rory rapidly shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere. You can’t make me go anywhere.” She was desperately pleading with him. This was the first time she actually looked into his eyes that night.

“Okay,” he caved, his eyes swept the room and landed on a small bottle of super glue. “I have an idea, but you might not like it,” He reached for the bottle. “It’s safe, but not ideal. It will seal the gash.” She hesitated but ended up agreeing to the method. He went to work, applying the antibiotic after pulling the skin together to seal it. He dabbed the excess blood away before taping a fresh set of gauze over it.

“Thanks…” She cleared her throat. They avoided eye contact and sat in silence for a few minutes. “How do you know so much about this?” She finally broke the silence.

“I had to learn. You can’t exactly go to the hospital all the time when you’re a gang member. They ask too many questions.” He shrugged.

“I’m surprised you’ve had to… I mean, you know how to handle yourself in a fight.” She insisted.

“Fists and knives can only get you so far when you’re up against bullets.”

“You’ve been shot?” Rory gasped. Sweet Pea lifted up his shirt slightly, revealing a round, raised scar near his hipbone. “I didn’t even notice when…” Her cheeks reddened. Flashes of their first bout of intimacy burned through their minds. Sweet Pea shrugged with a smirk. “But you know how to fight.” She pressed.

“Yes, I do.” He confirmed, furrowing his eyebrows at her. She’s acting weird… weirder.

“I…” She cleared her throat, tears stinging at her eyes. “I want you to show me.”

“Show you?” He raised a brow. He wasn’t sure what she was getting at.

“I want you to show me… how to fight.” He scoffed at her request, thinking she was joking. Her face was serious, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I want you to show me how to end it, if necessary.”

“You want me to teach you how to kill someone?” He barked, suddenly on his feet. “What the fuck, Rory?”

“I don’t want to kill someone, you ass!” She hissed back. “I just want to be able to take care of myself! To not always hope for Jughead or Mambo to come and rescue me! Do you know how helpless I felt? How scared I was with a gun pressed against my forehead and a hook in my throat, knowing that I couldn’t do a damn thing about it? I was a sitting duck, Sweet Pea! If Mambo hadn’t come in, I would be dead!” Sweet Pea’s stomach churned at the thought. “It’s not easy for me to come to you for help. It’s not easy to be so fucking vulnerable in front of someone I despise. You have no idea what this is like.” She whimpered. I think I have a small idea.

“I don’t want to teach you that,” He frowned at her as she curled up, knees against her chest. His weakness pulled at his heartstrings, making him sit back down on the bed next to her. No matter what his brain was telling him to do – to get out of there, to run as far from her as he could – he pulled her into his lap and just held her, and she let him. “Why do you keep putting me in this position?” He groaned, his head against her shoulder. She pushed away from him, laying down to face the wall away from him. Sudden anger rose in his chest. Did his feelings not matter? “I’m serious. You drag me into shit and just expect me to be putty in your hand the minute the waterworks come out!”

“I do not!” She hissed, sitting straight up to face him.

“You do, though, don’t you?” He challenged. “Do you not see the pattern here?”

“Maybe you need to face the fact that you’re not as heartless as you pretend to be.”

“Oh, but I am. I’m not pretending. The only reason I’m here is because Jughead told me to be. I’m supposed to be keeping watch. You’re manipulative, and I let empathy get in the way of my mission.” He scoffed. Get your head on straight, dude.

“Empathy, right.” Rory laughed bitterly. “God, I should have had Reggie bring me home on prom night.”

“Really? It didn’t seem that you thought that way when you invited me into your bed.” He spat. She stared at him blankly.

“You’re such a bastard.”

“Coming from you?” Oh, you definitely should not have said that.

“Get out.” She said softly, tears forming in her eyes. Here we go again.

“No.” He softened slightly. God damn it.

“Sweet Pea, I mean it. Leave.” Do what she says.

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t.” Abort. Abort.

The tension was rapidly growing between the pair. He honestly couldn’t help himself. Even when she looked exhausted and was yelling at him, the shorts she was wearing and how smooth her legs looked and her big brown eyes were driving him insane. She blinked at him, taking her plump bottom lip between her teeth. They were too attracted to each other to stay away, and it was obvious, no matter how desperately they wished that they could.

She leaned into him first, for once, and he readily accepted her lips on his. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, a silent plea for entrance, and she obliged. He sighed into the kiss as he tasted her tongue – it was sweet, like cherries, and he wasn’t sure if it was from her lip balm or just natural sweetness. She peeled her shorts down her legs and climbed onto his lap to straddle him. He kissed down her neck, carefully ghosting over the gauze before attaching his lips to her collarbone, sucking harshly at the skin, which elicited a sweet moan from Rory.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me, princess.” He smirked against her skin. Her hands desperately pulled at the hem of his shirt, and he quickly yanked it over his head as he pulled greedily at her own, and she accommodated him. She ground her hips down onto his hardening length, causing him to screw his eyes shut. He needed her now.

He unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them down his legs along with his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free and slap up against his abdomen. Rory grinned down at him, running her cotton-clad heat up and down along his length. He furrowed his brow, pulling his lips between his teeth to avoid making much noise from the friction.

“Condom?” She exhaled heavily, her movements building her own pleasure immensely. If she didn’t stop, she’d come undone right on top of him. Surely enough, he pulled a packet from his wallet that was in the back pocket of his jeans. He tore the foil open with his teeth, but before he could put it on himself, she took the latex from his hands. He cocked an eyebrow, watching her carefully. She maintained eye contact as she rolled the tight rubber down his stiff length, and that alone almost made him bust right then. She’s so… Pulling her panties to the side, she lifted her hips to line up with his throbbing head. She ran her slick folds over his tip a few times, prompting a guttural groan from the back of Sweet Pea’s throat. He attempted to buck his hips into her, but she raised her hips more so that she was out of range.

“Teach me.”

“I don’t think you need much teaching.” He groaned softly with utter ecstasy as she slowly pumped his shaft.

“No, teach me how to fight.” He froze, and she mimicked his movements, doing the same.

“Are you weaponizing sex against me?” He raised his eyebrows at her. She tentatively started to move her hand on his cock again. His breath staggered.

“Maybe.” She smirked before slowing to a stop again. He jerked his hips, making her remove her hand completely to break any kind of contact with him. He took her wrist and positioned her hand around him again.

“Clever girl. Fine, just… don’t stop…” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the headboard. She grinned at her victory before sliding herself down onto him unexpectedly.

“Fuck’s sake,” Sweet Pea groaned loudly, screwing his eyes shut. The position was new for them; he was usually on top the two times they’d done this before. This was actually new to him entirely. Sure, girls had tried to start out that way, but he would always immediately flip them over so he was in control. This way, he was literally balls-deep inside of her, and he wasn’t sure how she was taking it so well. His eyes fluttered open. Rory’s own eyes were screwed shut, her mouth forming a near perfect ‘O.’ “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she lied. She had never been stretched out this much before. He gently rocked his hips upward into her, calling her bluff. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she hissed.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked awkwardly. He’d never been this way with anyone; so… caring. I don’t care. I’m just trying to get off. Consensually, as always.

“No.” She rushed out definitively, her eyes now open and boring into his. He blinked a few times, but nodded, thrusting his hips up into her again at a steadier pace. The new sensation was mind-blowing. He still had control, but the new angle took his breath away, quite literally. His hips sped up once he felt her body relax, slamming harder into her.

“Oh my god, babe,” She cried out. His brow raised at the pet name, and a weird feeling rose in his chest, but he pushed it out of his mind as he gripped her hips tightly. “Wait, stop.” He immediately halted his movements, searching her face for any sort of pain. She simply smirked at him, pushing his chest backward so he was laid down onto the mattress. She steadied herself on his shoulders as she raised her hips up until just the tip was inside of her, then slammed her hips back down. He exhaled with such a relief that he’d never felt before. He was always in control. This was a completely new feeling for him.

“Holy…” He stammered, completely overwhelmed with pleasure as she picked up speed, riding him at a steady pace. He gripped her hips and guided her up and down on his cock.

“Does that feel good, daddy?” Rory’s words flew out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying. Her cheeks immediately reddened as his eyes snapped open to meet hers. “I… I mean…” A switch flipped inside of him, and an animalistic growl escaped Sweet Pea’s throat as he hurriedly flipped them over.

“I’m not going to go easy on you, now. Do you think you can handle it?” He asked breathily, lips grazing her neck. She hummed in response, desperately trying to push her hips upward into his. He reached back to hike her leg on his hip with his other hand tightly gripping the headboard and began to relentlessly pound into her. She cried out in pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. “You like how daddy makes you feel, don’t you, princess?” He growled into her ear between shaky breaths. Rory whimpered in response. “Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy.” She cried out. This behavior was new to her, and it felt a little weird, but so right.

“Don’t ever hold sex over my head again, do you understand me?” He growled, moving his hips faster as he snaked a hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit in small circles. He was getting close, and he needed her to finish first.

“Okay, okay!” She was writhing underneath him. “Sweet Pea, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me.” He hissed in her ear. She cried out in ecstasy, her legs shaking and body stiffening. The beautiful sight of her triggered his own release. He groaned, spilling into the condom, chest heaving as a string of profanities left his lips.

“I guess I found your kink.” Rory joked, catching her breath as he rolled off of her.

“One of them,” He smirked. “Hey, I hate to burst your euphoric bubble, but our paper is due in two days.”

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