#cheryl blossom x y/n

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Could you write a Cheryl Blossom x reader fic please where she sees reader in her signature red for the first time and decides that she's now going to make reader's entire wardrobe red because of how good reader looks in it. Thanks.

Cheryl giggles as Y/N hides a little...

Y/N: i'm not sure how i look, babe

Cheryl: oh come on! Just a little first look...for me. please!

Y/N; oh alright

Y/N walks out in a scarlet red leather jacket...

Cheryl: (gasps) oh my...

Y/N: what?

Cheryl: you look (purrs)

Y/N blushes as red as their new jacket...

[yourthoughtsjim]

Spin the Bottle

Jughead Jones x reader, afab/femme

Warnings: daddy kink, praise, slight overstimulation, fingering

Word count: 2.9K+

It had been seven years since you last saw the town of Riverdale. Seven long years of rebuilding yourself after the horrors that you experienced during your residency. 

Pulling into the familiar light yellow house that was the Andrews’ residence, your heart pounded. Things between you, and the group of people you had once considered your friends, went in a not-so-savory direction. 

Last time you saw them, you got caught cheating on Jughead with Sweet Pea. You had no intentions of doing anything with Sweet Pea except to go undercover in the Ghoulies, but something in you snapped when you saw him in the pale moonlight. 

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand to knock on the door. You start to fidget and look around nervously. It didn’t take long for the door to swing open. On the other side, you see Archie Andrews, who didn’t look much different from when you saw him in high school.

He gives you a polite smile and escorts you inside. That’s where you’re led to the dining room. That same dining room where you and the rest of the gang came up with plans to stop Hiram or The Farm.

Memories flood your mind of the countless times where the five of you would sit around the table after Mary had made a delicious meal whenever she was in town. It was almost surreal being back here, and not just in Archie’s house but in Riverdale as a whole. 

As soon as you walked in, you got Jughead’s attention first. His face went from one of a smile to one of sorrow. He remembered what you did to not only him, but his fellow Serpent. All of that pain resurfaced. 

The rest gave you sympathy smiles as they went on about their own conversations. You sit awkwardly across from Jughead. 

Finally, after the talking has died down a bit, you look at the beanie wearing comic book writer. “So, why was I called back? I thought you hated my guts.”

“Oh, y/n, I never truly hated you. Was I a little hurt? Absolutely, but you ran off before I could get a chance to tell you that.” He responds.

“I… oh.” Your voice drops to a whisper.

“Yeah…”

“What about Sweet Pea? I really honestly cared for him. I don’t know why I hurt him the way I did.” 

“He was beat up about it for a while but eventually, he learned to forgive you, just like you should forgive yourself. We were in high school. We all did and said some stupid things.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

Betty then reenters the room. “So, the reason I had asked everyone is… yes everyone…” She pauses looking at you. “There’s something brewing here. I don’t know what it is but we need to find out. I do, however, have an inkling on who’s behind it.”

Veronica rolls her eyes. “My father. Of course it is. You know, he can never have enough. He’s so selfish and narcissistic. I should’ve put a hit on him a long time ago. Maybe that’s what I’ll do. I am tired of him thinking he can get anything just because of his name.” Sighs are shared between all of you. 

“Okay, how are we going to find out more info? I want him out of my town.” Cheryl more or less demands it. 

“That’s what we have to figure out but for right now, we need to lay low. We can’t let Hiram know we’re planning something.” Archie says.

“That’s fair.” You respond.

“So, what do we do in the meantime?” Betty inquires.

Cheryl’s eyes lit up, “We all go to Thornhill and relive the glory days of our youth with a rousing game of spin the bottle, mayhaps?” 

There was a look shared between the group before your gaze landed on Jughead. To which you give a small smile. 

Later that evening, after a nice meal at Pop’s, you arrive at the mansion known as the Blossom residence. The smell of maple syrup filling your nose as you exit Archie’s hot rod. 

The sweet aroma had you feeling nostalgic for the old times. Where you would help them solve the mystery behind Jingle Jangle or Fizzle Rocks. You remember the times you spent at this very house just so Cheryl wouldn’t be alone with her family, much to her mother’s displeasure. 

“Well, hello, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we will be having a spectacular evening filled with stories from when we were young. Now, please, follow me.” Cheryl instructs you all to the gathering room. 

There, candles are laid out precisely around the room, as is the Cheryl Marjorie Blossom way. On the floor was a large round red carpet. The same red the HBIC herself always wore on her lips.

Gesturing, she implores you all to take a seat. You sit across from Jughead and in between Cheryl and Betty. In the center was a glass bottle. 

“We will be pulling names out of a hat to determine the order.” Cheryl announces.

She holds the hat out in front of her and with a slow turn of her hand, she pulls out the first card. Dramatically, she turns it around before quickly reading it. “Kevin Keller!” She proudly shouts.

The son of the local sheriff leans forward and gives the bottle a whirl. He looks at the rest of the gang nervously as the bottle comes to a slow stop, pointing at Reggie. “Come on, Mantle, show me what you got.” Kevin states. The kiss was a decent one. Not too long and not too short. 

Of course, you were the last one chosen. You had already received kisses from Veronica, Betty and even Cheryl. Cheryl’s having the most passion behind it, naturally. 

Your hand was shaky as it landed on the bottle. Your heart raced as you spun it. You had hoped it wouldn’t land on anyone you didn’t really care for. 

Eyes widening, you see who it came to a halt on. Your ex, Jughead Jones. A chorus of “Ohh’s” roared around you. Your vision tunneled a bit, focusing on just him.

You timidly scooch closer to him. He had a smirk on his face. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re just as pretty as I remember you being.” He comments. 

A blush crosses your face. “Jug…” You playfully smack him. 

You feel his hand on the back of your neck before he pulls you into the kiss. It felt as if the rest of the world melted away and it was just the two of you. A heat formed where it hadn’t in quite some time. 

Betty and Veronica had to practically rip you two apart before you got too into it. You wipe your mouth of the saliva that had gathered there. By the time you regain your composure, you realize just how heavy you were breathing.

“Talk about a blaze of glory. It seems like an old flame just got rekindled.” Cheryl remarks to Archie. 

Some of you had planned on staying at Thornhill that night. It was mainly the core four and then you. You make your way to your room for the night. The rooms you were to stay in had been randomly, or as you would come to find out not-so-randomly, picked by the bombshell herself. 

It was then you turn the knob. Entering you see your belongings on the bed to the right as you look to the left, you notice a familiar looking duffle bag. After looking at it for a few more moments, it clicks as belonging to Jughead. 

“Damn it, Cheryl.” You mutter under your breath. 

“Why are we damning a Blossom family member? I’m not opposed, I would just like the reason.” You jump at hearing Jughead’s voice. 

“O-Oh, it’s nothing.”

Jughead knew otherwise, however. “You know you can’t lie to me. You’ve never been able to.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes you are. I’m the only one who can see through that innocent exterior you shell yourself with. Now, tell me, what is it?” His voice was soft but stern.

“It’s… Cheryl knew what she was doing when she put you and I in the same room together.” You respond. You then sit on your bed awaiting for Jughead’s next statement. 

A soft chuckle came from him, “Maybe, but that doesn’t matter. Let’s talk about that kiss, shall we?” The question was spoken in a teasing tone. 

Your body temperature rose as each of his hands found the bed right next to your thighs. Your heart pounded in your ears as you went a tad lightheaded. You accidentally giggled when he lowered his head to yours so you were eye to eye. 

The Serpent King looked at your plush thigh before sliding his hand over it. He doesn’t do much, just rests there. He remembered how you like to be teased. It got you off almost as much as the sex itself. 

“It was almost as if you were desperate to kiss me. I could feel the pout in your lips against mine. So cute. Your desperation, that is. I also noticed the little whimpers you were letting out. Yeah, those ones. The ones you thought nobody could hear, but I remembered just how to pick those up even in the loudest of rooms.” He states as he gets closer to your ear.

His hand had reached up higher by the time he was done talking. It was sitting dangerously close to your clothed heat. A heat that was surely escaping. After all, you had decided to wear a skirt tonight. 

“Come on, remember how it felt for me to reach my hand in these, always soaked, panties.”

Your breath hitched as you felt his touch on your clit once again. “It’s pulsing against my fingers, just like it did before. Tell me, y/n, have you been with anyone else after me?” He inquires.

“Mhm, I h-have, a few actually.” You stutter out.

“Have they made you feel as good as I did?” His fingers were now circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“N-No, they… You were the only one to truly satisfy me.”

“That’s what I thought.” The circles got faster, but only slightly.

Your legs had spread, unbeknownst to you. Your brows furrowed as you looked at your former lover in the eyes as he touched you like he once did. You tried to keep your wits about you. He was your ex, you really shouldn’t be doing this but at the same time, couples don’t stay apart forever in Riverdale.

“You’re so wet, princess. You must have gotten worked up earlier, or was this more… recent?” 

“B-Both.”

“So you’ve been sitting around in wet panties this entire time? Dirty girl.” He teases.

“Y-Yes.”

“Poor little serpent. Sat there so wet and sticky. You could’ve just come to me immediately.”

Serpent… that was a nickname he loved to use on you during your time as the Serpent Queen. It always made you feel special when he used it. Like you were his prized possession.

Jughead never let up pressure once. He knew how you like to be touched and that’s what he was going to do. 

The pleasure got to be too much and your mind snapped. “Daddy… I missed you.” You whine.

“Oh, you remembered my title. Good girl. Daddy missed his little princess too.” His voice is a touch raspy. 

That’s when he inserts two fingers in your cunt. You fit around them like a glove. Almost as if your cunt was made to take his fingers. As a writer, his fingers were quite nimble. He knew which spots to hit and how much pressure to give.

Your hips rolled into his hand, grinding your clit against the palm of his hand. “Desperate little bunny. Humping my hand like that. God, you’re so fucking hot when you get like this.”

“I just want my Daddy to make me feel good.”

“Of course, you do. That’s all you ever wanted. I bet you thought about me over the years when you were touching yourself or even when you were with other guys, huh?” He teases. 

You would be lying if you told him no. You thought about all the random hookups where you would accidentally moan out Jughead’s name or late at night, when your wand was on your clit and you were pressing down so hard while you grinded into it. You also remember how when you would hump your pillow, you sobbed wishing it was him.

“I did, Daddy. I thought about you so much. I just wanted to be your little girl again. I’m sorry I h-hurt you.” 

“I forgive you. Now, why don’t you show me that pretty face you make when you cum?” 

Your mouth hangs open slightly and you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “There it is. So gorgeous. Just like I remembered it.”

He slowed to a stop as your orgasm finished. It was intense. It almost left you gasping for air. You had forgotten just how good he could make you feel with just his fingers. 

“Did you know we were going to get back together tonight, or did you wear this pretty little skirt just because?” Jughead keeps teasing you.

“I-I… please. I’m sorry, I just want you back.” You plead with tears in your eyes. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Daddy forgives you. Now, just lay back and spread those pretty legs for me.” He gently commands. It was like you two had never broken up with how easy it was to remove each other’s clothing, save for your skirt and of course, his Serpent jacket he always liked to fuck you in. 

Legs spreading easily apart so that Jughead can take his rightful place in between them. Your eyes get blown wide open when you see him above you at long last, after all these years. Thinking back, you recall those nights when you had your vibe on your clit, pretending it was him controlling it.

Just like before, he slid every inch of his thick cock inside you at an agonizingly slow pace. Again, he fit inside you like a glove. Your insides curved perfectly with his cock, which made it easier for him to hit your g-spot every time. 

“I missed this sweet cunt, baby girl.” He growls. 

“I missed your cock, Daddy.” You whimpered. 

A quick passionate kiss was shared. Jughead also loved the way you moaned into his mouth. He drank up each and every one of them.

“That’s it, good girl. Fits around me so well, just like a good serpent should.” There he goes with that nickname again. You could cum right then and there but you held on. You held on until you wanted to drench the writer in your juices. 

Your mind flashes back to a nickname he liked to be called. “H-Hellcaster!” You scream out. 

He almost stops dead in his tracks but instead, he speeds up, fucking into you with reckless abandon. The name really got to him, made him feel powerful. 

“Call me that again.” The command comes out in a growl.

“Hellcaster! Fuck!”

A wicked grin appeared on his face. “That’s right.”

His thumb made its way to your clit and rubbed roughly, sending your legs spasming. You were so close it was bordering on painful.

“D-Daddy! Please, gonna cum.” 

“Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grabs you by the back of the neck and forces you to lock eyes with him.

Your vision blurred slightly when your orgasm rushed over you. You stayed true to your word and coated him in your squirt. Jughead followed suit not too long after you. “Shit!” He growled when his warm cum spurted into your swollen cunt.

“Messy, messy girl. Just how Daddy likes it.” He comments. 

The next several moments were spent on the two of you coming down from your highs. He even gave your body some small massages. 

Getting dressed in your pjs, you decide to head to the kitchen to get some water. As you open the door, your face drops when you see Betty, Archie, Veronica and even Cheryl standing there.

“U-Uh, how long have you been there?” 

“I can’t believe Jug likes to be called Hellcaster in bed.” Veronica states. Shit, a while then. They all heard you call him Daddy. This takes the cake for the most embarrassing moment of your life. 

“I do wonder what it’d be like for this pretty one to moan out Mommy.” She follows up. That sent a heat down to your already throbbing core. 

“We’ll have to find out one day, now won’t we?” Jughead comes up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist. 

“If you two are done, we would like to go to bed peacefully.” Cheryl almost demands.

“I don’t know, it has been a while since I’ve gotten to fuck her tight cunt, I might have to do it again.” Jughead teases. 

The red head rolls her eyes. “Goodnight.” Was the last thing she said before practically storming off. One by one the rest followed.

“So about that water?” Jughead lightens the mood.

“Yeah, yeah, come on… Hellcaster.” You purr in his ear.

“Keep it up and I’ll fuck you over the kitchen counter.”

“I’m counting on it.” You end with a wink.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Strange Lovers

Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader.

Request - Hello can you Write Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader. The reader was the great criminal leader of the Yakuzas in Japan, arriving in Riverdale the reader sees that the Ghoulies try to hurt Cheryl but he saves her from all of them, and the two fall in love.

Cheryl met with her friends at Pop's Diner. She sits across from Betty and Veronica. They have been hearing rumors about the new guy moving to Riverdale. She has been hearing all kinds of rumors about the new guy, but she hasn't seen him just yet. But she is curious about how he looks and where he came from.

“Have you any of you have seen the new guy?” Cheryl asked.

“No. But Veronica has” Betty said.

“Really?” Cheryl said.

Veronica nods “I was having car trouble and he helped me. His name is Y/n and he helped me get into a mechanic shop”

“Is he cute?” Cheryl asked.

“I think he is cute and he does know how to dress,” Veronica said.

“He lives a few houses down from my house,” Veronica said.

They continue to talk about the new guy. Now, Cheryl is interested in meeting the new guy.

After spending time with Betty and Veronica, Cheryl left Pop’s diner. She noticed you and she walked towards you.

“So, you are the new guy that everyone can't stop talking about,” Cheryl said.

“And you are?” You asked.

“My name is Cheryl Blossom and here I Invented Red, I Am Red” Cheryl said.

“Interesting intro, Red,” You said.

“Why Riverdale?” Cheryl asked.

“Straight to the point, I see that you always take charge,” You said.

“Obviously. Just to let you know, I do what I want. What’s your name?” Cheryl said.

“My name is Y/n and that’s all you need to know,” You said.

You have a complicated past and did some bad stuff, but you want that to be private.

“I do have a habit of finding out about people’s past and among other stuff, Y/n,” Cheryl said.

“I’m not going to play little games with you because you are bored,” You said.

You walk away and she turns around.

“I will find out,” Cheryl said.

You didn't say anything and you went home. Cheryl did go home and she goes online to look for information about you. After almost an hour, she didn't find anything online. She knew that was strange because everyone had a digital trace. But she starts to think about how else to look up information on someone.

——-

People around have noticed your bodyguards. But you don't harass anyone or steal from them. But Robert Phillips aka Sugarman wanted to do a deal with you, buying and taking drugs to different towns. You said you will think about it. You wanted to make sure no one was on his trail.

Cheryl was determined to find out about your past. She even followed you around for the whole night but she didn't get a lot of information about you. She noticed how your bodyguards would take orders from you.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

One night, Cheryl starts to follow you. You went out and you stopped at a small bar. You noticed a car was following you and you parked the car. But you saw her get out of the car and before you could do anything, a group of guys started to harass Cheryl.

The Ghoulies surrounded her.

“Cheryl Blossom, you are on the wrong side of town,” Malachai said.

“Why don’t you and your hobo friends go take a shower and leave me alone” Cheryl said.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson, bitch. No one disrespects me or my gang” Malachai said.

“Or what?” Cheryl said.

He grabbed her arm hard.

“We will teach you how to respect us,” Malachai said.

You get out of the car.

“Leave her alone now!” You yelled.

“Who is this your boyfriend?” Malachai asked.

“Step away before I make you cry,” You said.

“Go home, asshole this is between me and this bitch right here,” Malachai said.

“You talk too much for a little bitch” You said.

You put on your brass knuckles. Your bodyguards are behind you. Malachai runs towards you then you punch him in the face and he starts to bleed, you break his nose. You start to punch him in the face and the stomach, and then your bodyguards start to brutally beat up Malachai’s friends. She saw you throw Malachai onto the ground and you start to kick him hard in the stomach. Then you get down and start to punch him in the face, and he bleeds out fast. Some blood splatter on your face and shirt

“Who’s the bitch. Now” You angrily said.

You stand up and you wipe the blood off your face.

“Let’s go now,” You said.

“What about her?” He said.

“She is coming with us to make sure she isn't hurt then we take her home,” You said.

Cheryl is stunned and she did get in the car with you.

You took her to your house and you cleaned yourself up. Then you offered her a drink and she said no.

“Thank you,” Cheryl said.

You and Cheryl are alone, you sent your bodyguards home.

“Are you okay, I have a first aid kit” You said.

“I’m fine, Y/n,” Cheryl said.

“I know you were following me, why” You said.

“I wanted to know what you are hiding,” Cheryl said.

“Do you have to know everything?” You asked.

“Yes, I do,” Cheryl said.

You watch her look at the pictures hanging on the wall.

“Are you in the Yakuza?” Cheryl asked.

“What makes you think I am?” You said.

“All these men have tattoos up to their chest, wrists, and ankles. And you have samurai swords,” Cheryl said.

She saw a picture of you and the other Yakuza members. Even if she told the police, you would just pay them off. You already have some police officers working for you.

You have Japanese art, samurai swords, and Oni makes everywhere. She keeps staring at the items.

“I’m not going to answer that,” You said.

“I will take that as yes,” Cheryl said.

“I’m just a guy from Japan,” You said.

“Don’t take me as a fool” Cheryl said.

“I don’t,” You said.

She rolled her eyes at you.

——-

You kept your eye on Cheryl to be sure she was safe. The Ghoulies haven't harassed you or Cheryl. Malachai was so badly beaten that he had to stay in the hospital for two weeks.

“What made you leave Japan?” Cheryl asked.

“Many reasons, I am not going to bore you with,” You said.

“Now, why you are following me?” Cheryl asked.

“Making sure they won't harass you,” You said.

“If you wanted to go on a date you could have asked,” Cheryl said.

You couldn't help to smile.

“Okay, I will take you out on a date,” You said.

“Nowhere cheap,” Cheryl said.

“I won't take you anywhere cheap, promise,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

You and Cheryl made it official to be in a relationship. Everyone knows that you are her boyfriend and her parents don't like it. But she doesn't care what they think about it. You and Cheryl do open up to each other about everything. You did admit that you are in the yakuza but you know she won't tell anyone.

“Come here,” Cheryl said.

He is lying on your bed and she extends out her arms, and you lie on top of her. She wraps her arms around you and she kisses your head.

“Glad, you are here tonight,” You said.

You stare at her and she starts to smile. She kissed you on the lips and she started to smile.

“Sorry about earlier I had to take care of something,” You said.

“You just have to make it up to me, Y/n” Cheryl said.

“How?” You asked.

You lie on your back and she lies on her side, she places her hand on your chest. She kissed you again and you started to smile.

“You have to figure it out,” Cheryl said.

You start to kiss her and your hand is under her shirt. You never opened up to anyone before and she is the first. You don’t regret it and she feels the same way. When you are alone with her, she is very affectionate with you.

“I have a surprise for you,” You said.

“What?” Cheryl asked.

“Follow me,” You said.

She followed you to the other room and you opened the door. She walks in and she is in shock and you gently grab her hand.

“This is your art room. You will have everything that you need to draw or paint. You can come here anytime you want and just paint. This is why I had the door locked because I was getting everything ready” You said.

“This is amazing. Just wow, Y/n!” Cheryl smiled.

She turns around and she wraps her arms around you. She starts to kiss you passionately and she doesn't stop smiling.

“I’m going to show you how to paint,” Cheryl said.

“Okay,” You said.

You showed her the paint set and you took out the canvas for her. She is showing the basics of how to mix paint. Then she tells you to paint what you feel. You are starting to have fun with her and you never painted anything before.

[ncsdlr]

Pick and Choose - Blossoming Love

Riverdale

Warnings: cheating (I do not encourage this), CHONI, hints of depression, talks of past trauma.

Pairings: Cheryl Blossom x fem!reader

Word Count: 1566

AN: Well, I finished this way faster than I thought I would, so here we are. I hope this isn't as shit as I think it is. 😃

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A month. A whole ass month's worth of all this chatting, dating, and being clingy. You were so tired. You wanted a break, at least for a few minutes. In complete honesty, it wasn't all bad. You appreciated the gifts, the words of affirmation, and the romantic dates. All you wished for was a little distance. Everything was getting so serious so fast, and the fact that Cheryl made you feel so good about yourself didn't sit right with you.

Vulnerability wasn't your strong suit. It made you feel small. It made you feel like you were weak. So, to have someone act so close to you, made you feel things you didn't want to feel. "My love, what is on your mind?"

You tore your eyes away from the invisible speck on the ground and focused on your lover. You shook your head, "Nothing."

"I fear I don't believe that. Something else on your mind must have stolen your attention away from my gorgeous frame."

You internally cringed, not knowing whether to make an excuse or tell her exactly what was on your mind. "I'm just thinking of... things."

"Anything I can assist you with?"

You wrapped your arm around yourself and rubbed it on the bicep it landed on. Cheryl eyed your hand and squinted at it. "Not really. They're pretty mundane things."

Cheryl let you slide and opened her phone as it pinged. She grinned but rolled her eyes at the message she received. It read, "Fine, you win." Cheryl intended to ignore the message entirely, but then she got curious about how things would turn out. So, Cheryl being Cheryl, she let herself fall into the moment. "Meet me on our spot at Pop's."

"Dear, Y/N, I apologize, but I must leave. Something very important has come up. But do expect that once I get back to you, I will have very exciting news." Cheryl gave you a smile before she stood up and left, seemingly in a hurry. You didn't even get a word in, not that you minded.

Finally, peace and quiet. 

On second thought, your book gently fell back against the table as your mind wandered off somewhere no one would ever find. What could it have been? Cheryl would stay with you the whole day, and when she would tell you that she had to leave earlier, she'd let you give out a response before changing her mind and staying instead. You were so curious, it was, honestly, killing you. 

It took every fiber in you to take your book seriously. It was a good book. You didn't want to miss out. 

----

Toni sat there in all her glory waiting for Cheryl's striking entry, wearing her serpent jacket. She had made sure to dress up the way Cheryl wanted her to, knowing that if she did, their chances of getting back together would be higher. When the bell attached to the diner's door jingled, she turned her head to it, visibly lighting up as she spotted her favorite redhead strutting up to her. 

"I knew you couldn't live without me, I am, simply, the best thing anyone could ever ask for. So, dear Tee-Tee, I hope you've prepared a speech to move me enough to take you back." Cheryl sat on the stool to Toni's right and faced her ex. 

"Cheryl, I know we both can't live without each other. I can feel it. it's like we're bound together by some invisible string that makes us tied to each other. Cher, we complete each other, and this past month without you has been painful as hell." The way Toni spoke was gentle and soft. Cheryl loved this about her Toni. Her Tee-Tee could match the sensitivity of a situation with her words, and that made Cheryl feel safe. Toni handled her with so much care and patience, and she fell in love with that. She fell for Toni so hard and so fast. 

Toni meant everything to Cheryl, and losing her might as well be the world's end. With Toni, it was all or nothing for Cheryl. It was either commit or don't commit. She wanted to commit. They both did, but for Cheryl, something came up. Sure, she still wanted Toni, but not as much as before. Now, she only wanted Toni at a certain level.

They love each other dearly. They cared for each other. But there was this large strain in their bond that made it seem like fixing things or talking it out would not suffice as a fix. They felt compelled to hear the three words they dedicated to each other again, but Cheryl had restraints now.

Then in the heat of the moment, Cheryl found herself leaning back against the counter while Toni pressed her body against her's for a big kiss. It was slow and passionate, something they'd been yearning to experience from each other again. Now that Cheryl had Toni again, everything else just didn't matter, or in Cheryl's mind, fuck it.

They found themselves in Cheryl's bedroom at the Thistle house, making out against her door like they would die if they stopped. It just felt so good. Their hips gyrated against each other, the moment proving to grow hotter by the second. As Cheryl's back hit the soft mattress of her bed all the while keeping her lips locked onto Toni's, it sealed their fate for the night.

When they awoke the next morning, they did their morning routine. They shower together while making no effort to keep their hands to themselves, cooking breakfast, and holding onto each other on their way to school. They were both still reeling off from their midnight escapades the previous night, so the world was pretty much blurred around them. Their focus remained on each other, not even bothering to hide their very couple-ly PDA.

You noticed, of course. I mean, they were everywhere and they were the talk of the school. Most students murmured about Choni being back together, while the smaller half muttered sick comments saying how Cheryl used you to get Toni back.

You weren't going to lie and say you weren't hurt. You were, but not as much as you should be. Were you hurt? It wasn't like you cared about Cheryl at all. It's not like you weren't just starting to get comfortable enough to open up to her. Funny enough, you were, actually, planning on telling Cheryl everything tonight. Oh, well. It didn't matter anymore. She finally had what she wanted.

You proceeded with your day like normal. I mean, nothing really changed, it wasn't a big loss. That's what you told yourself at least. As the day dragged on, you forced yourself together, squeezing your eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again to relieve some of the drowsiness you felt. When all of your classes for the day finished, you headed to the library and sat down on the floor between two aisles of bookshelves, resting your head in the palm of your hands as you curled your knees up to your chest.

Life, for you now, is uneventful, other than the whole Cheryl thing. Your life before coming to the North side of Riverdale was hell, but it was perfect nonetheless. Your parents were there, your family, your grandmother, your home, your serpent family. It was all you knew, so when you had to move due to Hiram's work, it really crushed your soul. Then came the day of your family slowly being ripped away from you. It was like your heart was being gripped very tightly, thus causing you to feel as if it had stopped beating entirely. But it still was. It just took you a while to realize it. 

After those traumatically tragic events, you opted to just go with the flow, sitting alone and keeping to yourself. You still hung out with the Serpents, of course, they are your only family left after all. But even if that is the case, you still felt like you were the only one who was left in the moment of grief. It looked, to you, like you were stuck in a ditch with no chance of getting out any time soon. It took something that shined as bright as the sun to find a way out, but even then, time was at a standstill for you.  

Along with that came the emptiness you felt. It was like you had something to do, but you didn't know exactly what that thing was. You were in a very complicated ditch, and there wasn't anything to grab onto around you. But there was one, only it was all the way on the other side, and you didn't have enough energy to get up and get to it. You wanted help, yet you were too tired to seek it. For you, it was exhausting to even think about, getting up to help yourself and all that. 

In this ditch, it was dark and cold. It felt like there was this big storm coming and it was nighttime, and there was no safe place around for you to nestle yourself in for, at least, the shortest amount of time. It was like, wandering around the desert, stressed, tired, and cold. It was pressuring. The world was pressuring. It motivated you yet diminished your confidence in conquering its trials. It tested your patience greatly.

And you aren't the most patient person to ever exist.

[alyssaswrld999]

Hi, do you accept orders? If so I thought of something for sweet pea, where they have been dating hidden from everyone for a while then when the snakes are transferred to Riverdale High and Reggie and Cheryl make their entrance the reader appears and then Reggie says some shit to her and even before that Sweet pea reacts to the reader punches Reggie (you can elaborate more later, sorry for the long request)

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Secrets Have To Come Out Eventually - Sweetpea x Reader

Today had been a weird day at school considering everything that has been going on. The Southside has always been treated like crap longer than I was born. Even though I am a serpent I'm not ashamed of where I come from.

Hi I'm Y/n and I'm Toni Topaz's sister. It's been a lot for the both of us with our past and everything but I love her a lot. Our family is complicated but I'm just happy to know me and Toni are there for one another.

I was sitting outside with Jughead Jones and Toni. Jughead Jones has been a really good friend to me and he was the transfer from Riverdale High and he is also the son of F.P. Jones.

"Wow Jones. Props to you. It's very Lovecraftian, which I'm sure was the intention. But I gotta ask you, did you write this on a typewriter?" Toni asked. I smiled and laughed at them both. "You can usually tell if it was written by one toni" I said.

Jughead looked at me and then to Toni. "I... yeah. I wanted to get into Lovecraft's headspace." Jughead answered. I smile and then toni looked at me. "Well so it wasn't like Betty bought you a manual typewriter for Christmas or anything weird like that" Toni said looking back at Jughead.

"No comment" Jughead said grabbing the paper back. I laugh and shake my head. Next thing I know Sweetpea and Fangs exit the school and they were laughing and cheering. "What's going on" Jughead asked standing up. I looked at sweetpea concerned. "This hellhole is officially closed! We're done! No more Southside High!" Sweetpea answered. I exhale slowly and I really didn't like the idea.

Toni looked at Sweetpea and was concerned as well. "What! How?" Toni asked. "They say it's gonna be dangerous and gonna be quarantined. Who cares? We're all going to different schools." Sweetpea answered again.

Jughead was also even confused as well. "Wait this doesn't make sense. Where are you guys going?" Jughead asked. "Same as you, and Toni, and Y/n and Fangs. We're going to Riverdale High" Sweetpea said.

It was silent for a moment and then Sweetpea was talking about wanting to knock some heads of Northsiders. Then they walk away leaving Me, Toni, and Jughead there speechless.

I mean yeah Riverdale has been my home for a long time but I just don't think I will fit in well considering everything. Sweetpea and I have had a history as well and uhm it's a secret.

The next day

We all enter Riverdale High so we could get the tour of the place. Next thing we see is Archie Andrew's and Veronica Lodge. I already knew who they were because I was already friends with them and Betty Cooper. "This is fancy" I mumbled. Sweetpea nudged me with his arm and smiled at me. I smile at him and shake my head.

We walk over to the little table and Archie and Veronice look up at all of us. "Friends. On behalf of the students and faculty here at Riverdale High, welcome to your new school. To ease this transition, I've set up a registration desk where you can get your locker assignments, class schedules, and a list of sports and extra-curriculars. We encourage each and everyone of you to drink deeply from the cup that is fair Riverdale." Veronica said.

I smile at Veronica and Archie being there to greet all of us. They were both very nice to me and Jughead as usual. It's actually nice to see them give everyone a fair chance.

"Stand down, Eva Peron!" someone said. I look up and seen it was the Cheryl Blossom in the flesh. Her and some other students were coming down the stairs. I look over and seen Toni getting mad. "There's the school spirit I so fondly remember." Jughead said.

I shake my head and I was getting angry myself. "Cheryl. No one invited Fascist Barbie to the party." Veronica said. Cheryl walks over and stands there crossing her arms. "Wrong Veronica, no one invited Southside scum to our school." Cheryl said. She looked at all of us and then continued to speak.

"Listen up, Ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale High's above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms that are overcrowded with underachievers." So please do us all a favor, and find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways." Cheryl said.

I shake my head and I was really pissed. "Why don't you come over here and say that to my face?" Toni said walking towards Cheryl. "Happily, Queen of the Buskers." Cheryl said. Then Archie stepped in so it wouldn't go farther.

"Okay guys. Everyone, can we just put our Northside-Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate?" Archie said then Reggie butted in. "Mmm. You don't speak for the Bulldogs, Andrew's. And need I remind you, these greaser-snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass." Reggie said.

I look up at sweetpea shocked that he did that and now I was even more pissed off. "Happy to finish what we started." Sweetpea said walking towards Reggie but me and Jughead stopped him. "Sweetpea stop!" I said looking up at him holding him back.

"Well well well. If it isn't miss Y/n. Nice to see you back here. Let me just ask one thing" Reggie said. I turn around and look at Reggie. "If your looking for a real man and not some snake chum sucker behind you I can show you a real good time then these good for nothing snakes" Reggie said.

I was pissed and fumming even more and I just let go because I couldn't hold back. "What did you say" I asked. Reggie smiled and walked towards me. "I said if you don't wanna spend your lonely nights with a snake come find a real man like me" Reggie said. Next thing I know I punched him in the face and knocked him out.

"Oops... my hand slipped" I said. I look up from Reggie and seen everyone shocked. "What? He was being an ass so had to put him in the doghouse" I said smiling. I then seen Sweetpea smiling at me. "Besides I've already found my man that's worth my heart" I said walking over to sweetpea. I then kiss him on the lips in front of everyone.

Guess the secrets have to come out eventually.

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bcoop: prom prep! 

y/n: stop taking pictures, hurry up and get ready! 

bcoop: @y/n sorry mom 🙄

alicecooper: @bcoop yes?

bcoop: not you, mom @alicecooper 

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vlodge: i’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress 

y/n: i think i can see cheryl right in the corner

queenb_cheryl: @y/n i think i’m waving at you! 

y/n: @queenb_cheryl aw, cute! 

reggiemantle: has anybody actually read the caption...or am i the only one concerned?

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vlodge: @queenb_cheryl looking at her prom queen @y/n

queenb_cheryl: 😳😳

y/n: i really am the luckiest girl in the world 

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y/n: do i want classic, or vintage, or plaid?

queenbee_cheryl: where's the mirror?

kevink: i think this tux is too baggy, too tight

bcoop: fit

valeriebrown: it makes me look weird!

vlodge: @bcoop you ruined it! 

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y/n: i am looking...respectfully 

bcoop: me too

vlodge: me too

tonitopazz: me too

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kevink: a night we can’t remember

reggiemantle: lets gooooooo

bcoop: i hate you so much @kevink 

kevink: @bcoop you loveeeee me

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y/n: the morning after the night before 

bcoop: how does she look so pretty after drinking that much? 

y/n: @bcoop i really don’t know (i think she’s still drunk) 

josie: tell her i hate her for looking like this, this early

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hey! so this was originally based on a request that had a word missed out of it, but i thought i’d post it anyway because i think it’s cute! enjoy! 

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Mistletoe

Summary:Cheryl Blossom/Reader ideas 4 (Meeting each others family for the first time) and 5( Holiday proposal), where Cheryl proposes under the mistletoe

”We have to do something big for the holidays.”

“We do?” You look around Pop’s expecting the rest of the Vixen’s to shout off ideas.

“Yes! It’s our first Christmas together that lines up with our five year anniversary!”

“This is the only time that will happen.”

“Exactly! So we have to make sure it’s the best Christmas ever!! So you better start thinking of ideas that we can do for the holidays.”

“Do they have to be realistic?”

“Well Ideally we should be able to do them this year, nothing extravagant like buying a new house or anything, I love the idea of a holiday home but not when we’re still moving.”

“I have an idea.” you offer and Cheryl nods, leaning forward clearly excited.

“We could go up to my parents; since it’s our five year anniversary, you could meet them, be an official member of the family and all that.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to take that step?” She asks, clearly nervous of your answer, you nod, grinning at her.

“To be honest I would rather have done this a couple of years ago, but better late than never.” You smile.

“If we’d done this sooner we could be farther along.”

“In what? The twelve step program of a relationship?” She laughs and you join in picturing sitting around a meeting talking about your relationship.

”My family can be an acquired taste.” You offer as a warning and Cheryl arches an eyebrow.

“Baby, you know who my family were.” She offers a thin smile and you nod.

“Your family is not you.”

“Not anymore, at least that’s how I like to think of it.” She huffs and you try to avoid the topic coming up again as you drive to your parents house.

She claps her hands at the mistletoe, refusing to step through the door until you kiss her. Your parents laugh at that grinning and pulling her into a hug and giving her a tour of the house. While you know it’s not as grand as Thronhill, and Cheryl has clearly been in other houses in Riverdale. Her excitement about everything in the house and the Christmas decorations don’t feel ingenuine, just like a child seeing them for the first time.

”So I’m pretty sure my parents are in love with you and trying to figure out how to adopt you.”

“Well who wouldn’t be!” She grins and then leans forward to kiss you.

“Everyone who meets me loves me.” She offers a smile and you huff pretending to pout.

“I thought I was the only one who fell in love with you!” You laugh, pretending to flop on the couch.

“You’re not but you’re the only one who I love back.”

“My parents wanted help with the gingerbread houses, have you ever done that?” She shakes her head and while you’re decorating the houses she explains how her parents would order them in, already made, perfect replicas of Thornhill down to the little gingerbread Blossoms that stood outside the house.

You’d made a joke that there was plenty of red icing but her dress and  hair might all meld into one if she was going to ice herself. Instead she suggests you both ice gingerbreads of each other

“Cheryl, seriously, it’s just mistletoe!” You laugh as she tugs you outside, you’d given each other your christmas presents already, Cheryl had gotten you matching dresses, which she insisted you both wore for the rest of the day and you’d gotten her a necklace and bracelet set.

“I want to show you it again!!”

“I’ve seen it for years; it’s just the same plastic mistletoe from when I was younger!”

“No, look!” She points, pouting a little and tilting your head up so you’re staring at the plastic leaves.

“Cheryl!” You try to jump forward when she steps back and seems to fall into the snow outside

“Y/N, will you marry me?” “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You both say, laughing a little at the realization of what you’ve just been asked.

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Cheryl: I don't want to look like a princess, I want to look like a formally evil Queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good.

Y/N: You read too much.

Cheryl: You're damn right I do.

[a-mistymoss]

Dating Cheryl Blossom A.K.A Cheryl Bombshell might include...

Sharing a bed:

You and Cheryl argue about who gets to be big or little spoon

Usually Cheryl wins of course but on some nights she’ll let you be the big spoon

She insists on letting you wear her pajamas

Her bed smells exactly like how you would expect it to, it’s just like her cherry-cinnamon scented perfume that she wears everyday.

If Penelope is home she will make a bed for you on the floor out of paranoia so you don’t get caught, she doesn’t want to lose you because of her “hideous mother”

Some nights Cheryl will have nightmares about Jason, her mother, her dad, conversion therapy, Nick St Clair, etc.

Of course you’re always there to comfort her

By the time you wake up Cheryl is already dressed and ready to start the day

Often times you’re woken up to her rubbing your back and kissing your cheek

“Good morning, mon chérie.”

~Moss 🍃

[thequeenofneverland1]

Two Women, One Path Choni x Reader

Plot: this fake social media will be a Series and no Cheryl and toni are not dating it's about Y/n going to a party and she meets Toni topaz. Y/n ends up falling for Toni but Toni doesn't know the Y/n is dating someone else. Y/n Realizes that she loves both Toni and Cheryl. but she doesn't want to break ether of their hearts. she wants to be with both of them. so she only has one path will toni and cheryl find out about each other? what will Y/n do? Or what will they do?

[fandomnerd9602]

could you do a Male reader x Cheryl blossom?

Cheryl has dreams where she is very happy with the reader, being a beautiful place when she wakes up, she realizes that she is in love with her best friend the reader, she decides to talk to him and admits, blushing, what she feels, the reader admits that she is also very In love with her but he was afraid that she would reject him, they kiss and start dating.

Cheryl runs up to Y/N at their locker…

Y/N: hey

Cheryl: hey…I love you

Y/N: w-what?

Cheryl: it took this weird dream I had but now I know how much I love you. I just hope that-

Y/N pulls her into a kiss…

Y/N: I love you too

Cheryl blushes as brightly as her hair…

[vampwxrld]

𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

for those who are just need a little bit of Cheryl and stuff in their life.

— 𝓒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝓑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌

— 𝓣𝐎𝐍𝐈 𝓣𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐙

—𝓥𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝓛𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄

— 𝓙𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝓙𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

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Pick and Choose - Love For The Dismissive

Riverdale

Warnings: angsty as fuck, dismissive reader, persistent Cheryl, hopeless Toni, WE LOVE CHONI, happy ending, all things considered,

Pairings: Cheryl Blossom x fem!reader

Word Count: 1798

AN: I forgot to post this here😢

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Cheryl and Toni just broke up. The famous Choni is now just Cheryl and Toni. It broke hearts left and right, namely the River Vixens, Cheryl's "inner circle", and the serpents. Both women grieved in different ways. Toni drank an unnecessary amount of alcohol within the day, while Cheryl was being more of a menace than usual. 

It was only three weeks after their break-up when Cheryl approached you. Well, more like pestered you. You were the type of person to not give two shits about nearly everything. Your focus remained on your studies and Harvard. So when Cheryl Blossom spoke to you for the first time since freshmen year, you knew it could only be trouble. 

If you were being completely honest, you were indifferent to the whole shebang. You've never paid attention to Cheryl before, nor cared about daily updates about the hottest tea in the school that Cheryl would tell you about. It was fun at first, but now it was getting quite irritating. You enjoyed your solitude greatly, so to have Cheryl sticking to you, was definitely taking a toll on you. 

It started with getting distracted during class. You nearly even fell asleep during one because of how late you had to stay up the previous night just to entertain Cheryl enough to tire her out. Your mind was overtaken by the things Cheryl would talk to you about. Especially the part where she saw Betty and Archie kissing while they were both in good relationships. 

You don't know why it bothered you so much, but when you came to school, you were already expecting Cheryl to be by your locker, leaving you no time to plot an escape plan for the day. It seemed Cheryl never ran out of things to talk to you about, and boy was it tiring as fuck. 

Then came the day when Cheryl "confessed" her feelings for you. She claimed that she has liked you for longer than she could even remember and that all she wanted was for you to give her a chance. When you rejected her, you can swear you saw the anger build up within her, but to your surprise, her voice was calm and almost teasing. 

You half-expected your dynamic with Cheryl to change, and it did, for the most part. She still stuck around you, the story-telling an unending tale, but now the redhead was being touchy. Her hands would grip your biceps whenever the two of you walked the halls. When all was silent between the two of you, Cheryl would rest her head on your shoulder while holding your hand. to add to that, Cheryl also bought you gifts, and she would give them to you throughout the day randomly. Every single day, she had a gift ready to give you. So much so that it worried you she would run out of money because of it.

Cheryl would get you flowers, chocolates, and your favorite food, and she even got you a necklace and a promise ring. Once, she took you out for shopping and when you muttered about finding something cute, not knowing Cheryl heard you, she bought it and surprised you with it when the both of you got to her Thistle house. She would do all of these sweet things for you daily, and, honestly, you couldn't lie and say it didn't make you feel wanted. It was nice to finally feel like this after so much grief and agony.

Right now, you were sitting in the library reading a book while Cheryl sat on your lap, cuddling the life out of you. You tried your best to ignore the woman, but she proved to be a very persistent person. 

"Please, Y/N, I beg thee. Give me a chance," She begged the millionth time this week. "I promise to treat you so well. My love for you will be the most exquisite thing you shall ever experience."It was quite rewarding to hear the Cheryl Bombshell beg for you, but it, honestly, was starting to bother the people who were trying to do the same thing you were. 

"Will you hush? People are getting disturbed by your futile efforts to have me." You relayed, "Besides, I refuse to allow myself to become your rebound.

Cheryl gasped rather dramatically at your deduction of her emotions, "How dare you think so little of my love for you. My love is of the highest price and you shall be grateful for me giving it to you for free! I swear on Thornhill that my love for you is genuine. Believe me, Y/N, my feelings for you are true and my words are trustworthy."

You visibly cringed at Cheryl's raised voice, buried traumatic experiences rising to the surface like they were undead. Heads turned to you and Cheryl, including the librarian's, and that caused you to make the most unthought-of answer to ever exist.

"Fine, fine, I accept!" You whisper shouted, already regretting your choices in life. "Just be quiet."

"Oh, my Y/N, I knew you would come to your senses! Because of this, we must celebrate such a special occasion. Our first date being official." Cheryl spoke with the fakest bright smile you had ever seen. It made you want to roll your eyes. You had not the time for her shenanigans.

Cheryl stood, extending her hand to you, "Come, come my love. We must relocate for this special moment." You merely obeyed silently, taking your book with you.

Throughout your way to wherever Cheryl was taking you, you noticed Cheryl texting on her phone a lot. It's not like you were suspicious, you were just curious. I mean, what could be so interesting that would take her attention away from this "special moment"? It, truly, is only a matter of time. You only rolled your eyes, opting to just let your mind take you away while Cheryl led you somewhere you cared not to know.

When you finally zoned back into the present time, you noticed how you have now moved to Veronica's underground speakeasy. The whole place was mainly empty, the only people occupying the space being you, Cheryl, and a Bartender. Said bartender approached the two of you and led you to the only table in the speakeasy. 

Hmm.

It looked romantic, you had to give Cheryl that, but the thought of this being just a big ploy was still very persistent in your mind. The both of you sat down and you were immediately served with food that looked to be above your daily budget in a week combined. You internally inhaled deeply at this, honestly terrified that you might be the one paying for all that was being brought to your table.

You so could not afford this. Unlike Cheryl, you weren't born to a well-off family. In fact, all you knew was that you grew up in a very uncaring orphanage. Sure, you and the kids there looked out for each other, but you still were not as close to them as they were with each other. 

"My dear, I hope I got your meal right. You are allergic to peanuts, correct?" 

You perked up, "Yes, very."

"I thought so." Cheryl smiled at you and started eating, and you took that as your queue to start eating too. Until she spoke again, "So since we are now official, it would bring me great joy to know more about you."

You swallowed, "Okay?" You really had no idea what to say to that or how to respond. "What do you want me to do?"

"Why, spill the beans, of course! I mean, you don't expect us to just dine here in silence, right?" Her sass. Ugh, her sass.

"Kind of, yes. Well, I grew up in an orphanage and when I turned sixteen, they threw me out. I've been working at Pop's ever since just to get by." You didn't want to get into the nitty-gritty details of your tragic life. Even though you knew that there definitely would not be any judgment, you still wanted to keep all of those to yourself, no matter how many times the school counselor told you that it would help to relay that kind of stuff to someone you knew you could trust. 

"Oh, dear/ I'm so sorry to hear that." Cheryl grabbed your hand, "I hope you know that it can only get better from here. Keep strong, my love, you will have my full support throughout all of this pain."

And the cycle repeated. Cheryl would buy you gifts, take you on dates, be clingy with you, and tell you how much she appreciates you. It shocked you to see just how soft Cheryl truly was. This made you wonder if this was how Cheryl was with Toni. They always seemed like an unfinished chapter. Sometimes you wondered if Cheryl still had feelings for Toni. I mean, of course, she did. They made each other better, they fit each other like a glove, and they are like each other's missing puzzle pieces. They completed each other. It seemed impossible for them to be wholly over. 

As you read your book, finally in the comfort of your own home all alone one afternoon, it seemed your book was uninteresting. This disturbed you greatly considering how you saved up for this book for most of four weeks. You felt oddly dull, and this made you mark your book and toss it across your bed in frustration as the last sentence made absolutely no sense to you. You slid your body down your bed, sighing heavily when none of the activities you thought of doing seemed to interest you. 

You'd been feeling like this for three weeks and you did not understand it at all. it was like there was this weight dragging you back, making it feel like time was at a standstill. So, you just lay there, unmoving in the silence. At some point, you found yourself talking to yourself out loud yet you made no move to stop. you simply took note of the fact that you were likely going crazy. 

"I mean, it's not like it's my fault. I just don't want her." You sighed, "I mean, I do, but I don't know. it's like I want to let her in, but some part of me is saying a hard no. It's pretty stupid honestly."

It went on like that for... you don't know how long. The last thing you remember saying before coming back to the world was "This is just my defense mechanism." Now upon returning to your conscious body, you robotically sat up and went to the kitchen to fish for something to chew on. God, you were starving. To your luck, you found bread and peanut butter in your pantry. 

I guess you're going on a diet.

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Betty//one more girl who brings out the better in you

Request: Hey can I request a Betty Cooper where you like her but she she doesn't like you because she's likes jughead or Archie but she realize that she likes you back but it's too late because you are already dating Cheryl or Veronica thanks

hey! hello angst! big time angst! so much angst your going to hate me by the end but quite frankly, i don’t care! (okay, i do care, and i’m very sorry). enjoy! 

She’s too late. Of course she is. 

The way you stare at Cheryl, a shy smile on your face as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. And that laugh, a mix of anxiety and excitement, she can’t hear it, a thick layer of glass keeping the two of you apart. But she see’s your shoulders shaking as you spin from side to side in the worn leather chair, and then you throw your head back as you legs swing underneath you, and Cheryl’s pointed red fingers reach out and grab your arm, her head resting against your shoulder as she laughs at her own joke. 

Betty can feel the jealousy rise in her chest, her fingernails digging small crescent shapes into the palm of her hands and a scowl settles on her lips as she watches the interaction play out before her. 

She feels weird, of course she does. I mean at this point she’s basically a stalker, watching her former best friend on her first date. And for a second she feels common sense claw at the corners of her mind, finally her conscience making an appearance and reminding her that this is wrong. 

She should just leave you alone. After all you did ask her too, but then she remembers the way she felt when finally she realised that after all these years, the only person that’s ever really mattered to her, that’s ever loved her for her, is you. 

She thought she finally got what she wanted, with Jughead standing on her doorstep, telling her just how happy she made him. But the only thing she could think about, was how everything he felt about her, she felt about you. 

But by then it was too late. Because you’d already given her a chance. And she’d watched you with a sympathetic smile as tears streamed down your face while you poured your heart out to her. And what did she do? She told you she didn’t feel the same, in fact, if she remembers correctly, she’s sure she may have laughed a little beforehand. 

And then she let you leave. 

She watched you walk out of her bedroom, tears still staining your cheeks and the only thing she did was mumble a small ‘sorry’. 

Yeah, now she is sorry. 

Because you’re happy. You’re beaming in fact and all because of her

Which just seems impossible to her, because it’s Cheryl Blossom, the biggest bitch in Riverdale. Her hobbies include bullying and bitching and trying to make everybody around her feel miserable.

Except for you it seems. 

Betty’s eyebrows knit as she watches the date unfold, acutely aware that if one of you are to turn around to glance out of the window, she is screwed, but she can’t seem to pull her eyes away from the obscure scene. 

You pull your sleeves over your hands, a nervous gesture she misses, just one of many. And Cheryl says something that makes you laugh and look at your lap, before looking back at her. 

Betty wonders how many subtle hints she’s missed. Times when you’ve giggled a little too hard at one of her jokes, or when you’ve called her beautiful with just a little too much truth to be a casual compliment. 

Her stomach turns at the thought and she quickly switches her attention back to the two of you, but the sight in front of her does nothing to help ease her, because you’re leaning in close, and she can see a blush on Cheryl’s cheeks as her breath hitches. 

Yeah, she’s a fucking idiot. 

You’re leaning in and she feels her own breath hitch. The sight of your closed eyes, soft lips going to kiss another girl. You look so nervous, and she can see the steady shake in your hand, a habit that’s grown as you have. But she can also see the excitement, the quick rise and fall of your chest as Cheryl’s red lips ghost against yours. 

But then something stops her, and your eyes snap open. Worried that you’ve done something wrong before you’ve even been given the chance. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you look up at the red head, your eyes wide with concern. 

But she’s not looking at you. No, she’s looking outside, her eyes narrow as she stares at the familiar blonde stood alone in the dark. 

Yeah, Betty’s an idiot. A big one. 

A bright red blush creeps up her neck and spreads over he cheeks as her and Cheryl make eye contact, and in a feeble attempt to make things less awkward, she offers a small wave to her. 

But then her eyes wander over to you, and her hand quickly drops. Because tears are filling your eyes and she’s never seen you look so upset. She’s already broken you’re heart once, and here she is again, doing it again. 

You and Cheryl share a look. One of Cheryl’s eyebrows raised as she stares down at you and Betty feels anger rising in her chest at the way she’s looking at you. You shrug back at your date, and then an awkward silence settles between the two of you. Cheryl staring at you expectantly, but you’re just looking at her. 

Cheryl scoffs and grabs her bag, sending one last sneer at Betty before she storms off, and now it’s just you, sitting alone. You force a smile at the blonde, but it slips off your face as soon as it appears and before she knows it you’ve spun around in your seat, your chin resting against your palms as you finish off what’s left of your milkshake. 

There’s two options here. 

She can either walk away from you, leave you live your life and move on. She can say goodbye to the years of laughter, heartbreak, comfort and the occasional fight. 

Or she can try and fix what she broke. And if she’s being honest, right now she isn’t sure which option is the hardest. 

But she’s already broken your heart once. She doesn’t know if she could live with herself if she did it again. 

So despite every single part of her body telling her to run the other way, she forces herself into the warm diner. The bell above the door ringing, alerting the few people inside of her arrival, but the one person that really matters doesn’t even flinch at the noise. 

“Hi.” She says shakily and you raise your head. You freeze for a second, and Betty can just see you squeeze your eyes shut for a second before you slowly spin to face her. 

It’s silent between the two of you. Your head is spinning and Betty’s isn’t much better. She’s got about a million thoughts running through her head at the minute, all of them leading back to one thing...you. 

You take a deep breath and try to steady you’re own breath and will the hammering of your heart against your chest to calm down. Your eyes finally meet hers, and Betty lets out a breath. 

“...hi.”  

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Summary: Cheryl/Reader- Cheryl’s surprised she’s never seen you wear red; she asks you to and she understands why you never wear it.

You can’t help the excuses that fall from your lips. Cheryl had said it as a joke and you had laughed her off claiming there was no way you’d be caught dead in her signature colour.

Red was hers, and hers alone, you reminded her; it was her hair, her lips, her spider brooches. Lesser known outside the walls of Thornhill and Thistlehouse it was what tethered her to Jason, you didn’t want to say that, and you didn’t want to take that connection away from her. You’d seen the pictures in the halls, the photo albums, both twins beaming for the cameras or portraits, clad in almost blinding red outfits. Any and all shades of red seemed to seep from the house, from the memories. When Cheryl passes by Jason’s room, pushing the door farther closed you’re shocked to see it is deep gold’s and blues. She laughs about how much he loved Riverdale high. You know enough to hush the almost sob with a kiss. Jason did not love Riverdale High as much as he hated his blood.

You don’t make a sound when she sneaks up behind you in the hall hand wrapping around your shoulders. You’re used to the almost constant affection, she hums into your ear mumbling about how she wants to throw a party, how she wants everyone in Riverdale colours. You don’t explain how the only thing you have is your cheer uniform. She laughs off the suggestion of a shopping trip.

“Oh no my love, I know exactly what you’re going to wear.” She beams leaving you confused and with a bright red lipstick print on your cheek. “Red looks good on you.” She comments as she leaves. You leave it on until one of the teachers makes you wash it off.

You appear three hours before the party is meant to start hoping it’s enough to figure out what Cheryl has planned for your outfit. She meets you at the door, bringing to her room. You eye the red dress, it hangs on her wardrobe, the back cutout and draped with an almost sheer panel of red shimmering fabric. The front has a halter that crosses the straps, a deep maroon ribbon threaded through the shimmering red metallic eyelets. “Wow that’s beautiful, everyone’s going to love it-“ “On you.” She finishes grinning at you. “Cheryl, I can’t. It’s your-“ “It’s my colour and my dress and I want to see you in it. Please, for me?” You sigh nodding.

“Okay. For you.” She beams clapping her hands excitedly. “Once you put it on we can get started on hair and makeup!” You nod slipping behind the screen she has to change. You twirl in the dress as you finish lacing the ribbon through the eyelets. You peek around the screen watching her doing her makeup in the mirror. She coughs, having paused to watch you through the mirror. You blush and she laughs. “When I said I wanted to see you in red not what I meant love.” You duck your head nodding.

“Don’t laugh okay, I think I got the ribbon messed up so you’ll need to fix it and-“ You look up worriedly when she gasps, nervous that seeing you in her colour did exactly what you feared it would do. You stare, just as shocked at her face, you can see her flush, her ears tinting slightly pink as she looks at you. “Cheryl? Babe, are you-“ “Take it off.” She hisses and you scramble to undo the ribbon as she stands.

Evidently not fast enough as she steps forward almost pressing herself against you. Her fingers pushing yours away as she undoes the ribbon, she switches from the ribbon to the zipper her fingers leaving goose bumps against your skin as the zipper exposes it. “I’m sorry.” You watch her face, the pink tinge seems to have gone but she swallows almost nervous.

“No I am. It’s silly of me to-” She steps back and laughs a little, you pull on her arms, tugging her back to you. “It’s not silly, I get how much red means to you, I didn’t want to upset you by wearing it so-“ “Y/N, I’m not upset.” You blink at her, feeling her hands returning to undoing the ribbon more. “The opposite, I think I understand why you shouldn’t wear red.” You tilt your head at her, she steps closer, so she’s flush against you, her hands feather light as she pulls the straps off, one of her hands brushing the zipper so it’s fully undone. She tilts her head, fingers nudging your chin to bring your lips together. You only taste the signature maple flavor for a moment before her lips are against your neck, moving up to your jaw and then your ear.

“You shouldn’t wear red because all I want to do is rip it off you.” She mumbles into your hair and you only shiver once as the dress falls to the floor. Neither of you move, frozen staring at each other. “Cheryl.” You sigh, she pulls away from her position at your neck smirking at what you’re sure is a deep purple hickey.

“What?” She turns back towards the mirror, towards her makeup and you whine tugging her arm back, you underestimate how pliable she’s willing to be and you yelp only slightly as she tangles her arms around you kissing your lips and slowly starting to make out with you. She steps backwards, moving you with her; you straddle her as she sits on the seat she was on moments ago. She pulls back slightly smirking at you.

“You’re still wearing red.” She laughs a little and you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, face and chest flushed. Lipstick prints against your jaw and collarbones. “Well now what am I going to wear?” You question and she hums arching an eyebrow to glance at her closet. “Well I do enjoy you in this.” She smirks gesturing to the lingerie you’re wearing. “I can’t wear this down to your party.”

“Never said anything about wearing this down to the party.” She smirks hand pushing you back towards her so she can kiss you more, the smirk returns as you pull back slightly, you can feel her undoing the clasp of your bra and you halfheartedly scowl. “In fact, I much prefer this off. Let’s see what you look like with the bed sheet on.” She nods to the bed and you smile fondly as you drape yourself across it.

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