#i doodled this like last year sob dont pay too much attention to it

[smieska-draws]

Thats not very hot girl summer of you, queenie.

wish Queen Vanessa had been on the arctic cruise... would've been right up her alley.

[notafinalgirl]

Needed you P1

Needed you

AN:this is my first sweetpea fic and im still rely new to writing so please comment and tell me what you think!! im really scared to post this but im also really pround of it. Dont be afraid to tell me the truth i can take it hopefully lol. It takes place durring last years musical episode because if just had this idead with me for a really long time now. I defiantly think im going to do a part 2 let me know if I should.  please injoy if you are reading this I love you!

The annual Riverdale High musical was tonight. Of course it would be the night you couldn’t go do to your need to study and your unfailing need to procrastinate mixed with the fact that you didn’t want to face anyone just quite yet, taking a break from studding you instead think about the fact that the school was doing your favorite Stephen King novel Carrie. You pick up your phone a scroll through pictures of all your friends at the play dressed up in their costumes. After a while on our phone you decide to turn it off so you can finally focus on studying.

After about an hour of studding you slowly start to drift off to sleep, a loud knock woke you up from your sleep. Looking around you don’t see anything, that’s when you hear it again this time coming from the window. You get up and pull back the curtain to see none other than Sweetpea. You can tell something’s wrong just by the way he looks at you. He's got a big cut on his cheek and a blackish eye from the looks of it. You open your window and let him in. “What the hell Sweetpea?” “What are you doing?””Are okay?””What happened?” You bombard your friend with questions. He doesn’t even get a chance to answer as you’ve already left the room. Coming back with a first aid kit in hand you see he’s moved from the window to your bed. He is now just sitting on the edge but you can’t help but notice that little feeling in your stomach those darn butterflies.

Now that he is in the light you can see all the cuts better on his face better. When he fully turns to you can tell he is on the verge of crying. Sitting next to him you take his hand noticing the blood all over them, you open your first aid kit and slowly clean up his cut on his face. After what feels like forever he finally beaks the silence “Midge is dead.”

  You don’t even know what to say midge was your friend she would let you copy her notes when you were too busy doodling in your notebook to pay attention to the teacher. Yall would go sit in the lounge while yall talked and studied. You rarely spoke outside of school but that doesn’t make her any less of a friend. Tears start to weld up in your eyes “What-“

“Fangs is dead too” your stomach drop you feel like you couldn’t have possible heard him right you couldn’t have there is no way two of your good friends are dead. “He was shot Y/N outside of the sheriff’s station” “there was so much blood I didn’t know what to do” he let out with a sob.

  In all your year of knowing him you couldn’t once recall him crying. You put your hand on his and he turns back to you. Knowing you don’t have to ask anything else that he’ll tell you more when he’s ready. He finally continues he tells you all about how they found midges body and how everyone blamed fangs because of his secret relationship with her. He also told you how Fp got the phone call that fangs didn’t make it and how he got so angry he went to the school to trash it which explains the cuts on his hands. “I was walking down the street I don’t really know where exactly but I saw your light on and you and fang were good friends and I know you’d want to know and that you shouldn’t find out about this over the phone or where ever.” He finally stops rambling.

  “Thank you … I know it was hard for you to just tell me all of that.” You say as you take him in a hug. It’s a hug you both really needed you both just sat there in each other arms sobbing and letting it all out. You both finally let go looking at each other You probable looked like a mess with makeup running down your face and puffy eyes from crying but you couldn’t care less. He leaned over caressed your cheek while putting some of your hair behind your ear, he just left his hand on your neck while looking into your eyes and slowly leaning in.

  Felling is lips slowly but desperately against yours, you take in his taste and the way his lips are slightly chapped. You slowly pull away and just look at him, making eye contact again you lean back in only this time its needier then before like you both needed this, both of you are desperate for it for the touch of each other. You put your hands on his chest and pull at the bottom slightly. He takes if of breaking the kiss for only a second, taking off your shirt next before you lean back onto the bed allowing him to get on top of you kissing you deeply.

[chxronica]

anywho heres my new cheronica fic lmao 

words: like a little over 1800

pairing: cheryl x veronic (cheronica for life of course)

summary: legit just that soulmate au where you write something on your skin and the other person can see it

a/n: legit it dont know where this came from but i may or may not continue and you can find it on ao3 here

Cheryl looks sadly as she glances over her body. It had officially been seventeen years without a single mark on her body from her soulmate. Seventeen years without any hope of knowing someone out there will love her no matter what, even with every bit of broken she was.

Growing up she had always thought that just maybe her soulmate’s parents had rules about communicating to his soulmate. After all her parents had rules and other parents in this town also had rules, but for most part parents let their children start communicating around sixteen. Yet there was still no word from her soulmate. None. Absolutely nothing.

Climbing out of bed Cheryl stumbles into the bathroom to take a shower. She wasn't going to let this get her down on her birthday. She strips out of her slightly crumpled pajamas and turns the water on.

She stares at herself in the mirror scanning her body for even the slightest mark, something to show she had a soulmate. She finds nothing, or that was until she turned around and she spotted the messy handwriting on her shoulder. Examining it closely she frowns as she figures out what it say, “She loves me not you.”

Standing there in shock Cheryl's eyes only focus on the “She” part of the message yet to take in the rest of it. Her soulmate was a girl. A woman. Someone of the same gender. “This can't be happening, there's no way that he’s a girl.” She continues to stare at the messy writing and tries to read the rest.

“And she'll never love me.” She didn't believe that her soulmate was a woman but she could so easily believe that her soulmate will never love her back.

Cheryl steps into the shower turning the water from freezing to burning. She knows she can't do anything to erase the words from her back but she can try. She can try and remove yet another reminder that she isn't love and that she will never be loved.

The steaming water burns as it hits her body, but she doesn't pay attention as she tries to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the hot water. Despite her efforts she gives up and lets the tears out as she sobs in the shower. Of all the days this could happen it has to be the day that she's suppose to be the happiest on.

Cheryl gives up entirely and leans against the shower wall and slowly slides down until her forehead meets her knees. This isn't the first time that Cheryl has broken down in the shower but this time it feels like everything inside her snapped, instead of the usual small bits of her coming down.

Managing to calm herself down Cheryl stands back up and turns off the scolding hot water. She stands there for a few minutes letting the water drip of her bright red skin. It takes the cold air finally hitting her to pull her out of staring into emptiness.

She grabs a towel and wraps it around herself, the words briefly showing themselves in the mirror as she does so. Not wanting to see them anymore Cheryl quickly makes her way back to her room. She doesn't have to worry about the mirror in her room that was currently covered up.

Roughly closing the bathroom door behind her Cheryl lets her towel drop as she walks over to her closet. She smiles for the first time that morning as she looks at the outfit she had picked out the night before.

She slips into the outfit and uncovers the mirror in her room, admiring herself. Just because someone finally confirmed the she’ll never be loved does not mean that she's going to let it get her down the whole day. She was an expert in suppressing emotions after all, this was just the same thing.

There's a knock on her door and almost immediately after Cheryl allows them to come in. She only does this for one person, Jason, and she always knows it him from his knock.

“I knew that when I woke up to an outfit on my door it was you and your matching outfits.” He smiles at her and sits on his sister's bed.

Cheryl shrugs slightly and gives him a small smile. “Twins on their birthday aren't complete without matching outfits.” She quotes their Nana who had been matching their outfits on their birthday since they were young.

“She hasn't picked out outfits for years.” Jason lightly shoves her as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Sighing Cheryl glares at her twin. “Appreciate the tradition, JJ.”

“If I must.” He stands up and offers a hand go sister so that they can walk down to breakfast together. Cheryl takes his hand and they walks down the stairs to be confronted by their Nana.

“Always matching you two,” Nana Rose says gleefully and Cheryl grins at her and hen glares at Jason. Even blind Nana could always when they were matching or where they were going.

“We have to keep the tradition going.” Cheryl grins grows. Her Nana and JJ were they only ones who could make her smile this big without her forcing herself to.

“I can tell. Now, you two go eat before you're late for school.”

Cheryl drags Jason into the dining room not expecting her parents to be there. She frowns as Penelope and Clifford grin up at Jason and wish him a happy birthday telling him they had the cooks make his favourite.

Her frown grows as she looks at the meat filled breakfast and then she looks back up. “You know that I'm a vegetarian right?”

Clifford looks up from the newspaper he had went back to reading. “Honey stop making stuff up to get attention on your brothers big day.”

Cheryl groans and glares angrily at her father but chooses not to say anything. Jason gives her a sympathetic smile and offers her his eggs so that she could at least eat something.

“Thank you,” she replies softly as she pokes her eggs with a fork. She just has to remember that you have to eat at least once a day and that she can't keep starving herself.

What must be only thirty minutes feels like hours to Cheryl as they eat breakfast, her parents constantly checking up on Jason but ignoring every word that she says. The thing is Cheryl is use to it but it still stings a little more whenever this happens.

Excusing herself from the table Cheryl grabs her bag and heads out to the car. She fiddles with her phone replying to a few text from her ‘minions’ as she waits for Jason. When Jason gets into the car he offers her a smile but Cheryl just looks the other direction.

The car ride is spent in silence as Cheryl's mind begins to wonder toward the incident from this morning. She forces herself to focus on something but she still doesn't want to talk so Jason it out of the picture.

Grabbing a pen from her purse she begins to doodle on her forearm. If her soulmate was going to treat her like shit he, no she, should at least know there's another person connected to her.

Once at school Cheryl caps the pen and pulls her sleeve over the doodles. She gets out of the car and plasters on her cold smile as she harshly closes the door behind her. In all honesty it felt like one of those movie montages that you see in all the high school drama with the misfit group of people. And sure enough, just like the movies, there's Betty and her gang glaring, or what she assumes is their version of it, at her.

Chuckling Cheryl gives them a polite little waves and continues on her way, not paying attention to the new girl with them. She struts down the hall and into her first period class making sure everyone knew that she has arrived at school.

During class Cheryl pulls up her sleeve not paying attention to whatever her English teacher was droning on about the author's meaning this time. She continues her previous doodle, a burning bush, until she notices something. A neatly written out message. “I am so so so sorry about whatever Charles wrote.”

Cheryl glares at the writing and pushes the point of her into the notebook in front of her. Her soulmate can act like they don't know what this Charles wrote but she won't but it. “Apology not accepted.” She writes out in the neat cursive she had been using for years.

She doesn't wait for a reply but instead rolls her sleeve back down and tries to pay attention to the whatever the teacher was trying to say. It didn't really matter whether the orange house scheme meant anything. Giving up on that distraction she keeps her ears open for any new gossip.

She hears an especially juicy bit of gossip and it takes her until lunch to collect all the information she needs. Cheryl scans the lunch table for the new raven haired girl she has heard so much about. She grins and makes her way towards the group of misfits sitting at one of the table.

Cheryl takes a seat in front of the girl and sweeps her ginger hair to the side. She gives the girl a sweet smile as she does so. “You must be Veronica Lodge I've heard so much about you.”

Veronica gives her a funny look and nods her head looking at the blonde headed bimbo, Betty Cooper. “Don't worry they're all good things...mostly,” she continues realising that no one else is going to talk.

Veronica nods again and Betty jumps into the conversation. “Just says whatever you're going to say.”

Cheryl gives her a obvious fake smile and then focus her attention back to Veronica. “As I was saying you should come to tryouts for the River Vixens.”

“Only if Betty can come too.” Veronica is quick to answer and Cheryl shoot a disgusted look at the blonde.

“The bimbo can come too.” Cheryl rolls her eyes and stands up from the table, noticing a small doodle on Veronica’s wrist. One that looks exactly like the one she had been working on earlier.

“But I can't guarantee she'll make the team.” Cheryl gives one last smile before leaving them group behind. Now, that she knows who her soulmate is doesn't mean that she has to tell her. In fact, she can have a little fun with what's to come.

“Veronica Lodge you broke the wrong girl’s heart.” Cheryl grins mischievously and sits down across from Jason at the table he was already sat at.