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itsnotyouithink · 2 years

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RAINY DAYS

fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary; you told cheryl you would be there for her whenever she needed someone. so when she shows up on your doorstep soaked in rainwater with the argument that you were the problem because of the way you made her feel, you couldn’t help but listen.

warnings; mentions of parent arguments (?), mentions of being poisoned, angst and fluff

a/n: kinda new theme ig

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It was a rainy day in Riverdale and while there was chaos in the streets and on peoples doorsteps with mysterious tapes, you were wrapped up in a blanket on your couch watching one of your favorite movies. When suddenly, there was a knock on your door which quickly made you pause your movie.

You opened the door, Cheryl Blossom on her front step with tears streaming down her fair cheeks and her hair soaked to the sides of her face. “You said if I ever needed help, you would be there. So, I need help and I’m here.” The redhead gulped, her hands playing with the end of her expensive skirt unknowingly.

You raised your brows, a light nod as you stepped back from the wooden door, letting the girl in. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

Cheryl told her exactly what was wrong. It was you. You were the problem that constantly replayed in her mind like her favorite record. Because in all honesty, you were her favorite everything. In the cruel town of Riverdale, you were that face she relied on to make her smile, laugh and enjoy the happy moments she was given. And lately, in every happy moment she was given, you were in it.

“Me?” Your eyebrow made a slight crinkle in confusion. “I’m the problem?”

You were confused. Like, majorly confused. You and Cheryl had a close friendship that started when you transferred to Riverdale High in the middle of the year when the Black Hood attacks first started. But now, it was your senior year in high school and the Black Hood felt like a past nightmare. Even through the trauma Penelope Blossom put you through last year, trapping you in the woods to play a sick game, that ended with you almost dying from poison, the friendship you and Cheryl had just kept getting stronger.

There was a time where Vixens practice had ended and it was just the two of you in the locker room. You were in a bra and underwear while Cheryl was almost completely dressed. You saw her glance at you when you had your back minimally turned, her gaze lowering until you turned around to your locker again for your skirt and shirt. When you turned, she blocked her face with her locker and you didn’t think much about it — you changed in front of each other all the time so it wasn’t particularly unknown.

Unknowingly to you, Cheryl’s cheeks were flustered and her eyes squeezed shut as she quietly gulped to herself as two main thoughts were rushing through her head. One; her best friend was gorgeous. Two; she thought of her best friend the way she thought about Toni that time in the diner where they held hands and the Serpent told her she was sensational.

It was when Cheryl and Toni broke up when things started to get intense and awkward for the both of you. It was the time when you had started noticing certain things about Cheryl that you couldn’t get out of your head.

“. . . These are signs that you have a crush on Cheryl, Y/N.” Veronica lightly smiled at you. She patted your back when the two of you were behind the bar as you mindlessly watched Cheryl dance on La Bonne Nuit’s dance floor with another girl. “It’s senior year and you have nothing to loose. I say go for it.”

The thing was, you did have something to loose.

The Blossoms weren’t the most loved in town and were deemed the Devil’s family. Ghosts and zombies were rumored to walk the halls of Thistlehouse and Thornhill. Your parents didn’t exactly like Cheryl all that much — mostly because of her mother. However, your little sister loved her to pieces.

When she played dress up with your innocent 7-year old sister, that’s when you said to yourself, “Holy shit, I’m infatuated with Cheryl Blossom.”

You were also scared about the redheads ex-girlfriend, Toni Topaz. You were never close to Toni and only kept a few conversations with her in the time you spent at school. But you did know that Toni was a sweetheart — until it came to the people she loved. And Cheryl, was someone she loved and still continued to love.

You never got the full story but the rumor traveling through Riverdale High was that Cheryl was the one to breakup with Toni, which was a surprise to you when Cheryl would go on and on about how amazing her girlfriend was. The only thing you knew for a fact, was that Toni Topaz glared at you every time you walked down the halls but you brushed that off with the theory of it just being because you and her ex-girlfriend were best friends.

You were completely wrong.

“Yes, Y/N. You are the problem!” Cheryl shouted, catching you off-guard. You were home alone, making her escalated voice practically echo through your bedroom. The redhead squeezed her eyes shut, before taking a deep breath. She knew you didn’t like when someone yelled towards you or aggressively shouted because of the past with your parents and there arguments. “I can’t have these type of thoughts towards you because you’re my best friend but, it’s you. And you make all of my happiest moments feel like a euphoric event and my lowest points more bearable . . . because you’re there for me.”

You were in the middle of your bedroom, standing in front of your best friend speechless. She took a step towards you. “You are,” she took a breath, “the most gorgeous and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And I think about the small things you do daily like some sappy, broken record. Like, the way you love music so much that you write your favorite song lyrics in the corner of the worksheets we get in class, or how you’re the best older sister to S/N. I’m stupid that I hadn’t connected the dots sooner.”

She talked quickly and breathlessly, her hands moving with every word. “A—and, I don’t know why I’m here practically spilling my guts but, I just wanted you to know.” She got quieter as the last sentence left her red colored lips.

You two were close in proximity. You stood there in silence, everything she confessed registering in your head. The small things. “I saw you look at me in the locker room.” Your voice small and quiet, “And during the football game against Stonewall, I couldn’t help but think the way you looked at me during Cherry Bomb was something other than platonic.” You looked up towards the ceiling for a second while quietly gulping under Cheryl’s gaze. You two were so close that the redhead could pull you by your hips and kiss your worries away.

You looked at her and sighed, “I don’t want to sound like a self-absorbed bitch or something but when the rumors of you and Toni breaking up after the football game surfaced . . . I just couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because . . .” You didn’t finish your sentence, fearful you would be wrong and make an embarrassment out of yourself.

“You were right.” She whispered softly, her hands gripping you waist and pressing you into her while your hands caught yourself against her chest. “I couldn’t think of another woman while dating Toni. It was morally wrong so, I had to because I knew that you would be on my mind for the rest of eternity.”

You glanced down and let out a breath, your cheeks heating up while butterflies flew in your stomach. You looked up to find Cheryl already looking towards you. Her right hand leaving you waist and lightly placed on your cheek.

Your lips were gently placed on hers in a long, sweet kiss that was filled with love as the two of you grinned into each press your lips took. Your arms wrapped behind her neck as you pressed yourself into her. When the two of you separated you smiled and pecked her semi-swollen lips. “I’m going to get you a pair of pajamas because you’ve already made a trail of rainwater to my room.”

It was in that moment where nothing truly matter besides the two of you in your room under the comfort of blankets, television reruns and the sound of gentle kisses with love-filled and meaningful words as the two of you cuddled into each other on your bed. Not the revenge Toni Topaz would seek when the two of you would walk through the halls hand-in-hand that coming Monday, or the thoughts of your parents disapproval.

Just the two of you. In your own world. Against all evil.

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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d i n n e r | riverdale ; sweetpea

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

↪ summary

---a family dinner with the Blossom family is always more about appearances than anything. You invite Sweetpea, the Serpent you've been tutoring and secretly have fallen in love with and all hell breaks loose.. Pt 1 of 2

↪ pairing / fandom

--- Blossom!fem!reader x Sweetpea - Riverdale ; this reader is more characterized with red hair and brown eyes as well as female parts.

↪ warnings

--- reader is the 'invisible' younger sister of Cheryl and Jason and thus, will be heavily characterized (possibly the first OC on this blog if/when I write this fic I have in mind just so nobody gets in a tizzy or anything). Story is canon divergent, set after Jason's death. Blossom family and all their toxic glory for obvious reasons. Sexual tension if you squint and a very public declaration of her feelings for Sweetpea which are returned by him. two parter. reader has confidence issues as a result of her family and the way they treat her (ignoring her, neglect, they only give a crap when appearances need to be upkept) + is hinted at being far less outgoing and a little more withdrawn than Cheryl.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. huge hug to my bestie @tbmunson because we both needed this, tbh.

@volturiwolf

You spot the giant of a South Sider easily and you make your way straight over to the pool tables, tapping his shoulder impatiently until he turns to face you.

Sweetpea throws down his pool stick and whirls around and this puts him body to body with you. Dark brows knit together and he studies you in confusion. “What do you want, hm?” he questions as he steps closer, the space between your two bodies filled as he towers over you and he smirks. “Aren’t you a little lost, red?”

“Nope.” you answer quietly as you will your heart down out of your throat. Over in a corner, someone tries to start a fight and you tense up, eyes darting in the direction of the commotion. Sweetpea picks up on your tension and he nods to a door at the side of the Wyrm that leads into an alleyway. When you don’t seem to pick up on his nod, he grabs you by the arm roughly and wrangles you out the door and once the door is closed behind you both, he steps up to you and before he can stop himself, one of his rough,massive hands is lingering at your hip. He studies you intently for a second or two. “You came all this way… Cat’s got your tongue now, red?”

“I need you to come with me.” your words tumble out in a rush and Sweetpea laughs before he can stop himself. And he’s pointing at himself, an amused smirk is forming. “You want me… to come over to the North Side with you, red? Am I hearing that right? For what reason, huh?”

This is where you trip and stumble over your words because honestly, behind Sweetpea being the one person you suspect would scare your mother Penelope Blossom and behind the fact that Sweetpea kind of owes you.. Something, you’ve been letting him cheat off your classwork and you’ve been ‘tutoring him’ for weeks now, well… There’s the bigger fact that you may or may not be falling for the rough around the edges Serpent.

“Try that again. Breathe this time.” Sweetpea is teasing you now, the smirk on his face even bigger. You give him a dirty look and roll your eyes but you go quiet and take a deep breath and you start from the beginning. “As you know, my family has their maple ceremony today.. And Mother is trying to force me into some bizarre triangle with my sister and Archie that I’d really rather… Not. I mean not that Archie’s a bad guy, he’s just not…” you trail off and roll your eyes at yourself because what you want to say is that Archie Andrews isn’t the boy standing in front of you right now but you know you can’t say it. “If you do this one itty bitty favor for me, I’ll…” you tap your chin thoughtfully and smile a little. “I’ll do your homework for the rest of the year.”

Sweetpea snickers to himself and rubs his chin. “Lemme get this straight… You want me.. To go to this stupid ceremony with you. I’m not..” he trails off because internally, his brain is screaming at him to accept and tell you that you don’t have to do anything. This is a ‘dream’ scenario for him as of late. See, he’s gotten a crush on you -he’d rather die before admitting it, but the fact remains.

“You can come as you are. I don’t care what any of them think, they can all kiss my ass. Just… come with me, please? Look, I know I’m not my…” you go quiet because Sweetpea is studying you intently. Biting his lip and this draws you into another one of your silly little dazes and gets you all distracted because all you can think about is how much you just want to kiss him. Hold his hand. Take care of the guy, honestly because someone needs to.

The sappy thought has you tensing just a little more. And he’s pacing in front of you, dragging thick fingers through jet colored hair as he grumbles to himself and tries to puzzle out exactly why in the hell you’re asking him to attend some stupid maple ceremony when you could ask literally anyone else in Riverdale. He’s also wondering why it is you always seem to think that your older sister Cheryl is better than you somehow because honestly, she isn’t.

And maybe it’s that look in your eyes when you were about to say that you weren’t her, maybe it’s his crush on you, maybe it’s a bit of both, but he winds up chuckling quietly. “I can come just like this, huh? You realize that your parents are gonna take one look at me and have me thrown out, right?”

“They won’t. They can’t. There will be too many of the other family members there, they’re always so worried about their precious stupid image.” you mumble. “Please? It’s just the one time, I swear. And you don’t.. You won’t owe me anything, I’ll owe you. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

Sweetpea steps closer to you. Dangerously close. He’s gazing down at you, lost in thought. Drawn into the milk chocolate color of your eyes. “Oh, trust me, princess. I know I wouldn’t owe you anything. You make deals with the devil often?” he questions, the firm of his tone has you squeezing your thighs together just a little. Perhaps it’s not the best way to answer but before you can stop yourself, you’re shaking your head hard enough that your red curtain bangs are falling into your eyes and you’ve answered quietly, “Only you, Sweetpea. I-I.. I promise.” you stammer a little because you’re both nervous and desperate for him to see what you’ve been doing terrible at hiding for months now.

You can’t keep pretending you’re not attracted to the Serpent from the wrong side of the tracks or that there’s some magnets pull to him.

“Please?” you ask quietly, big brown eyes fixing on him as you give a pleading look. Eyes that he knows already are his undoing because when you look at him, he feels all these different things at once. And the amount of fights he’s gotten into for you -and over you, since your paths crossed over the summer, well… He knows he already considers you his, even if he’d rather die a thousand slow and painful deaths than own up to it in any way.

But this thing you’re asking him to do seems really important and it’s not like he has anything better to do today, his mother’s out of town again, she’s gone a lot more lately… And he does enjoy pissing off North Siders, especially ones of prominence like the rest of the Blossom family.

“Okay, alright. Fine.” Sweetpea pretends to be annoyed but on the inside, his heart is about to beat right out of his chest. “We gotta go to this stupid thing now or can I finish my pool game? I was winning and I need the money, Red.”

“You can finish. I’ll stay and watch. Nobody really wants me at the ceremony, they just want me at the dinner.” you mutter. He looks angry for a split second but you sigh and give a weak shrug. “My sister and brother… They were the favorites.”

The words have him clenching his fist just a little and when you’re not paying any attention, he stares at you. You’re probably the only decent member of the Blossom family, naturally the rest of them would hate you. He knows that Jason didn’t, Jason looked out for you because he’s seen Jason fight a South Sider or two when he was still alive because they were trying to scare you by being overly gross and aggressive on a drop-off night.

He hurries through the rest of the pool game and as soon as his winnings are in the pocket of his leather jacket, he makes his way over to where you stand, waiting by the door and he chuckles, flashing a cocky smirk. “Let’s get this show on the road, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“If you want this to seem real, princess.. You might wanna work on being less nervous around me. You do want to piss them off, right?”

You knit your brows together in confusion. “No, I..”

“You what, princess?” he’s leaning in closer.

“I didn’t wanna sit there alone.” you admit in a whisper quiet tone. “At least when you’re around to argue with, I don’t feel so invisible.”

Your words have his breath catching in his throat and he’s glad you aren’t looking so you can’t see the slightly stunned expression on his face.

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“There you are! Get upstairs and get dressed.” Penelope Blossom rarely uses a kind tone with any of her children but when it comes to you, her tone is even less kind than with your older sister and deceased older brother.

Penelope’s gaze settles on Sweetpea and she wrinkles her nose in disdain. To his credit, Sweetpea is unbothered. “Who the hell are you?”

“He’s with me, Mother. He’s my date for the dinner.”

“Nonsense. You’ll be escorted by Archie Andrews. We’ve discussed this. You and your sister will be escorted by Archie.”

“No.” you can feel your nails beginning to leave crescents in your palm.

“I’ll have him taken care of. Run along and get dressed now.” Penelope Blossom gives you a smirk.

“You’re not going to do anything, Mother!”

It’s the first time Sweetpea has ever heard you get loud and he’s watching the mother-daughter standoff with thinly veiled interest now because considering that you asked him to come along because for some reason, you’d rather be around him than alone, well… He’s more than a little curious.

And lately you have been acting more… Sweet towards him. You’ve opened up to him more, he knows that some of the things you’ve let slip during your tutoring sessions are not things you’ve likely ever told anyone else.

It’s the first time anyone’s ever felt better or safer with him present. It’s the first time he’s been wanted for any real reason. Even his own mother goes to lengths to avoid him for the most part, she always tells him he reminds her too much of a father she says he’ll never know.

“Your daughter wants me here. I’m not leavin.”

“Oh? You think so, young man? I’ll have Mr. Keller on the phone and we’ll just see about that.”

“What’s the hold up?” Cheryl stands in the doorway, cozied up to Archie and you glance from your mother to your sister and then over at Sweetpea. Your mother rolls her eyes. “Your sister is being difficult, as usual.”

Cheryl’s gaze settles on you and she glances from you to Sweetpea, concern filling her eyes. “Why is there a Serpent in our house?”

“Because he’s here with me.”

Cheryl’s mouth falls open but she’s quick to close it and smirk at Sweetpea. “What have you done to my sister? How have you wormed your way in, hm?”

Sweetpea starts to speak up but you beat him to it. “He hasn’t.” you smile up at him as you fall into place at his side and lean into him. “I like him. He’s sweet. I wanted him to be here today.”

Cheryl snorts in disbelief.

Archie shuffles his feet uncomfortably and when your father catches sight of Sweetpea, all hell breaks loose.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave now.” Sweetpea grumbles to himself as he turns to walk out the door and maybe it’s the fact that you’re just sick to death of all of them and they’ve managed to chase away the only boy you’ve ever really cared about at all, maybe it’s the fact that you do care about him and you’re desperate to show him and avoid losing him, either way.

“Everybody shut up! Now!” your shrill cry has all your immediate family pausing to look at you.

Seeing that you have the floor, you can’t stop yourself and years of bitterness and hurt, they all come pouring out of you. “None of you really care about me. We all know I was the mistake. Mother and father only had me to save their shitty marriage. They blame me because it didn’t work. I’m little more than the help to any of you, the only time I’m ‘family’ is when the rest of these narcissistic snobby assholes fly in for this STUPID waste of time ceremony and honestly, I wish I was the one who died and not Jason most of the time. I love him, alright? And if the choice comes down to all of you and that Serpent ‘scum’ as you call him, I’m choosing him. I’d rather have nothing and be alone or maybe I’ll be lucky enough to be happy with him than have everything and be stuck here with all of you where I know I’m not wanted.”

“You’re going to the convent.” your mother steps closer and she’s about to grab you by the arm but you snatch your arm away and glare at her in anger as you shake your head. “You won’t do it. If you do it, I’ll find a way to ruin you. Try me, mother. I dare you.”

“Monday morning, little lady.” your father threatens. He tries to grab you too but you step away and cluck your tongue in disgust. “And you, sir… How would your precious family feel to know that you steal from them, hm? How would you like everyone to know all your dirty little secrets? Because I’ll tell it, all of it.”

“I do care!” Cheryl insists, pleading. On the verge of tears because she sees this as you abandoning her, another loss to endure. “I love you. I just…” she stumbles over her words and you laugh as you shake your head. “Nobody has to do anything. Actually, I think what I’m going to do is go upstairs and pack my things. I’ll leave and then none of you will have to worry about ‘fitting me in’ anymore. Everybody wins. I can finally be happy and be myself alone or with the boy I really love and all of you don’t have to pretend to give a shit or squeeze me in when you want to look like the perfect little family. Either way, no matter what happens next, I just know I’m done with all of you and there’s nothing any of you can do or say to change my mind. All the threats in the world won’t scare me. You can do whatever you want to try and get even but I’m leaving.”

“You get back down here this instant young lady!”

“Careful, mother.. I may be the quiet one but I know enough to ruin everything… Do you really want that?” you snap back before shoving through a throng of people gathered to watch the scene as it unfolds. You’re rushing out the door and you’re just hoping that you haven’t spent too much time making a scene, that you can stop Sweetpea before he leaves and you don’t have another chance to get everything out in the open, -if it’s not already too late.

You’re halfway to the door of the mansion and Sweetpea steps out in front of you. He’s staring down at you in shock because he’s still trying to process what you’ve just said and everything you’ve done. “You.. Did you mean any of that, princess? Or was this just a ruse to make them angry so you could leave?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Sweetpea.” you mumble the words quietly, you don’t dare to look up at him and somehow, your breath hangs in your throat. He clears his throat and continues to stare. “You’re really gonna walk out of here and leave all this behind, red?”

“Mhm.”

“C’mon. If I hurry, I can get back for the last round of the tournament they started before we left.” Sweetpea slips an arm around you and you let him lead you out the front doors of your parents mansion.

And as you go, it feels as if the weight of a thousand lifetimes has been lifted off your shoulder.

Once the two of you are outside and next to his motorcycle, he steps closer to you, one of his hands on either of your hips. “You know what you did in there, right?”

“Yeah, I finally told my family to fuck out of my life.” you mumble and he shakes his head. You tilt yours, looking up at him in confusion.

“You just pledged yourself to a Serpent, little red. You sure you wanna do this? Ya know I don’t have shit… Right?” Sweetpea steps closer, gazing down at your lips hungrily. “You chose me… Nothing.. Over all of this.. Them? You sure this isn’t something you’re gonna regret, princess?”

His heart is about to beat out of his chest.

It takes you just long enough to answer that he’s telling himself you’re about to change your mind and go back inside, play the good little daughter. He’s surprised when you don’t.

“I don’t love them. They don’t love me. Look, if you.. If you don’t want me around..” you bite your lip and take a deep breath, “Just take me to the train station or something. I have money to get away. I’m sorry you got dragged into this, I just got so sick of hearing the way they were talking about you and threatening me. And of course their first solution is to send me to some fucking convent, it’s easier on them to pretend I don’t exist this way.. I.. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just… You make me feel safe, okay? I.. I feel less alone with you? I’m.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” you’re tripping over your words and squirming, your feet shuffling against the snowy covered flagstone in front of the mansion.

You’re starting to walk away because you think it’ll be better than making Sweetpea do anything more than he’s already done because he’s already done more than anyone else has just by agreeing to show up, but he catches up to you, grabbing your waist from behind to turn you so that you face him.

“Will you stop doing that?”

“What?”

“Apologizing because you exist. You always do it and honestly, it bothers me, alright? Look..” Sweetpea steps up to you, his arms around your waist awkwardly just so you can’t take off again because he doesn’t want you just vanishing on him too and he’s starting to realize that maybe it’s more he feels than just the strong desire to get you pinned beneath him and moaning his name over and over. Because he’s always fighting anybody who even looks at you lately. And he’s always got to be around you, the little tutoring sessions in the secrecy of the library are something he looks forward to now instead of dreading them.

It hits him and he takes a shaky breath, “Fuck.” he mumbles as the realization forms. He’s fallen for you at some point along the way. He doesn’t want you to vanish. If you’re going to do this, he’d rather have you with him than lose you -and the chance to make a move, for good.

His hand tangles in your hair and he’s leaning down a little, his mouth on a collision course with your own. Your mouths crash together clumsy and awkward, but it’s sweet. It’s the first real thing that he’s felt in a while and as his tongue drags over the shape of your lips and slips between them to dominate yours, he mutters in awe, “I don’t wanna lose you too, okay? You’re gonna come back with me.”

“O-okay.” you mutter quietly as your mouth falls open and you melt against him completely. “Can we just go now? Please?”

“Anything you want, princess.” Sweetpea mumbles, picking you up to sit you on the back of his motorcycle.

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