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fanfics4all · 1 year

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My First Mistress

Request: Yes / No Hey...I always thought Cheryl blossom would make an excellent Dominatrix. Could you write something for a male reader where she becomes his dominatrix? Thank you for your time! Anon

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Cheryl Blossom x Male!Reader

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Warnings: SMUT!! The request should tell you what you’re about to read

Y/N: Your Name

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The first time I saw her was when she walked into the bar, long red hair, tight fitting red dress showing off all her assets, that image wouldn’t leave my mind. However, her incredible beauty wasn’t what attracted me to her, it was her attitude. She knew what she wanted and would take it by any means necessary. Throughout the night I couldn’t stop staring, but I was too shy to approach her. So I just sat and nursed my drink. She noticed my stares however, as she approached the seat next to me my heart skipped a beat.

“What’s your name, handsome?” She asked.

“I’m Y/N.” I answered and she smiled.

“The names Cheryl.” She said. From there the conversation flowed naturally, although I probably complimented her looks a bit too eagerly.

It was just before midnight when she suggested we go back to her place. Nervously and excitedly I jumped at the opportunity and we quickly found ourselves at her house. Our tongues fought against each other as we kissed deeply. She quickly took the lead.

“I need to know if you can satisfy me.” She said.

“W-What do you want?” I asked and she smirked.

“I want you to do whatever I ask you to do.” She whispered in my ear.

“Can you do that for me?” I asked and I nodded instantly. Her smirk grew and she led me over to a door. She opened it and revealed a windowless room in total darkness. She pushed me inside and flicked on the switch. It was a black and red room with only a bench with straps coming off it, and different toys lining the walls. She held my arms behind my back and I had no idea what she might do. I was a little scared, but that thrilled me more than anything.

“Wow…” I whispered in awe. She turned me and it was the sexiest sight of my life. She had taken off her dress and was now in black knee high leather boots, black silk panties, and a very tight black corset that made her breasts look incredible. Her fair skin couldn’t look more beautiful against her black clothing, and her red hair made the image almost unreal. She slapped me in the face, hard enough that it stung.

“Rule one, you don’t speak until spoken to.” She said.

“Yes.” I replied instantly. She slapped me again, in the exact same spot she had hit me before. The sweet sting made me even more turned on.

“Rule two, you will always address me as Mistress, unless I request something else. I will call you whatever the fuck I want. Bitch is a good start, don’t you agree?” She asked with a smirk.

“Yes Mistress.” I answered. She smiled and stroked my red cheek. I felt extremely grateful for the attention.

“Lie on the table, Bitch.” She ordered.

“Yes Mistress.” I felt the thrill of humiliation as I lied down. She leaned over me, her magnificent breasts only inches from my face. I wanted more than anything to touch them, lick them, to bury my unworthy face in them, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to be a good bitch.

“You must be the most pathetic little bitch I’ve ever met.” She said, squeezing my cheeks together with her thumb and forefinger.

“What a pathetic little cunt you are. Do you think you deserve me? Is that what you think?” She asked.

“No Mistress.” I mumbled through my pressed lips. Suddenly she grabbed my hair on the back of my head and forced my head around. I turned my body with it so I was face down.

“Let’s get you a proper look at you then, Bitch.” She wretched my shirt over my head. Next she yanked my shoes and socks off, and finally my jeans. I was left just in my boxers. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her glare digging into me.

“God, you’re disgusting, Bitch. I can’t believe I let a worthless cunt like you into my house.” She said. I loved every bit of every insult more than the most lavish praise from any other girl. She grabbed my hands, one at a time, securing them into the straps attached to the corners of the bench. She made sure they were tight and secure. She did the same with my feet and I could tell she was an expert, she did it so quickly. I loved the feeling of restriction, but I was surprised that the straps were long and I still had quite a lot of possible movement.

“Look up, Bitch and you’ll be sorry. A pathetic piece of shit like you is not allowed to look at me. You’re not worthy, are you?” She asked, while pushing my head into the bench.

“I am not worthy, Mistress.” I answered. I heard her kneel at the end of the table, between my spread legs, and heard rubbing.

“Oh God, my tits feel good today.” She teased. I heard her hands slide down her body, I could hear every little sound.

“Oh fuck, and my pussy!” I heard the soft, wet sound of fingers entering her pussy.

“This tight little cunt feels amazing!” She exclaimed loudly, fingers sliding in and out of the wetness. I had always loved watching girls masturbate and I couldn’t resist. That’s when I realized what she was doing. She was trying to make me look at her. I was a good little Bitch, and I would remain a good little Bitch.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck my sweet little pussy!” She moaned. The sound of fingering stopped briefly and she sucked hard on her fingers. Quickly she jammed them back in and fucked herself even harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh my little cunt!” She yelled. Blood rushed to my head, I felt panicked, torn between two desires. One, to remain obedient, and two to see my beautiful Mistress in ecstasy. I hardly noticed my hard cock painfully pressed into the bench.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh!” She was close to orgasming. I couldn’t help myself. I was just a pathetic little bitch, I had to see her. I turned and I knew I’d made the right choice. Her nipples were so hard and on instinct I had to suck it. I pulled hard against my restraints, willing them to break, fuck the consequences. I looked down and her fingers had pushed against her panties and two of them were pushed deep into her perfect pussy, while the other was pressed hard on her clit. She knelt back, eyes closed, and her moaning got higher pitched. I could smell the wonderful aroma of her glorious pussy. She opened her eyes and saw me. I turned my head back to the bench straight away, but she stopped masturbating.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.

“You stupid little cunt!” She grabbed me tightly around my neck.

“I warned you, you stupid little fucking bitch.” She growled. I felt like she might not let go of my throat.

“I gave you one fucking instruction.” She growled in my ear.

“Sorry Mistress! Sorry for being a naughty, pathetic, useless little Bitch!” I said.

“Sorry won’t fucking cut it, Bitch. You not only broke the rules, you tried to cover it up! I saw you look away. You stupid little Bitch. You are going to learn that actions have consequences,” I love that she said that. I wanted to feel her anger. She undid my leg straps, pulled down my boxers and threw them onto the back of my head.

“You can’t wear men’s underwear, you dumb bitch. From now on, you’ll wear my panties.” She said.

“Yes mistress.” I responded. She pulled her black silk panties off and pulled them up my legs, as high as they would go so the front bound my balls and dick tightly, the back rubbed against my asshole.

“You look more like a Whore than a Bitch like that.” She said.

“I was going to play with your stupid little cock, but you can forget that now.” She said as she turned me over and looked disdainfully at my stupid little cock. She got up and grabbed some red furry cuffs. She undid the arm restraints and I immediately offered her my hands. She pushed my legs back until my knees were near my chin, then grabbed my arms forwards and fastened the handcuffs in front of my knees. She then grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and tied them into the restraints my arms had been in. As she did, I slipped back, leaving my ass spread and my little hole totally exposed. I knew then what she had in store for me. She ducked out of my vision and returned with a smooth red strap on, maybe a five inch dildo. It was a little smaller than my cock. I’ve never had more than a tip of a finger up my ass before and this was sure to give me the pain I needed. She straddled the bench, over my face. The view of her directly above me was so sexy. I threw my head back submissively, but she grabbed my head and yanked it forward. She pushed her strap on towards my mouth and I opened my mouth for her. She slowly pushed her cock towards my mouth.

“I wanted to break you in slowly, Whore. I wanted to give you the great feeling of have this cock stuck up your ass while I felt that little prick of yours.” She said, calmly. My heart sank, I needed to be fucked. I needed it so badly! Her cock went in my mouth and I sucked. I’d never sucked a cock before, so I had no idea if I was any good. I tried hard, I was a Whore after all.

“But I need to be strict with you, I need an obedient Whore.” She slapped me gently to prove her point.

“Will you disobey me again, Whore?” She asked politely. I shook my head quickly and she slapped me harder.

“You didn’t say ‘Mistress’.” She said sternly. I couldn’t talk though!

“I guess that wasn’t fair, you do have a cock in your mouth… Well, life isn’t fair. Not for little Whores.” She said. That’s true. Whatever Mistress wanted, she’d get.

“I don’t have to treat you good when you’re good. So when you’re bad, like before, when you think your pathetic eyes are worthy of my body while I pleasure myself, you will be treated very, very bad.” She said and jammed the cock right down my throat. I gagged and she smiled. She left it in for a second, then fully pulled it out.

“Is that fair, Bitch?” She asked.

“Yes Mistress, I’ve been a bad little whore.” I answered and her smile grew. She got up once again and returned with two crocodile clips linked by a chain, a ball gag, and was still wearing that smooth red strap on… except this one was at least twice the size of the one she had on before. It was bigger than the biggest cock I’ve seen in porn! I looked at it and my eyes widened in fear.

“Good Whore, I agree.” She said with an evil smirk. She first crouched on top of me and pulled out the crocodile clips.

“I would say this isn’t going to hurt, but I’d be lying.” She said sweetly.

“Do you want these on your tits?” She asked.

“Yes Mistress.” I answered.

“I’m not convinced.” She said with a smirk and I knew she wanted me to beg.

“Please Mistress, please clamp my tits. I’m just a Whore and I need it!” I begged

“Okay, Whore.” She said and clipped it onto my right nipple first. I exhaled in shock at the pain. It hurt a lot, but I really wanted to other one on. She placed the other one and I realized I really enjoyed it. It was real pain. I wanted more. I wanted my ass fucked.

“I’m far too nice to you.” She said.

“I really want to fuck you and for it to hurt, but sadly I feel a little affection for you, you stupid little Whore. I’m going to lube you up before I fuck you.” She said and reached for the lube. She applied a big glob of it to my exposed asshole. She buried a finger in and my asshole was stretched slightly by her soft lubed finger. It felt amazing and I wanted more.

“Looks good.” She said, admiring my ass. I felt proud at her words.

“But it’s the wrong color.” She said with a frown. I furrowed my brow, until I felt the sharp pain on my left ass-cheek. She held up her horse whip to me and smirked. She hit the other cheek and then right down the middle, perfectly onto my lubed up hole. I bit my lip hard and squealed in pleasure. She whipped each cheek hard. The pain rushed up to join the constantly pulsing of my clamped nipples. It was a wonderful mix of pain. I threw my head back and sighed with each stroke. Finally she stopped and admired her work.

“Much better.” She smiled.

“Now to claim this Whore hole for myself.” She said and excitement washed over me.

“But first, you need to beg.” She said and I looked up. Her huge cock pressed just centimeters from my hole.

“Please Mistress, fuck me.” I begged and she slapped me.

“That’s all you can do? I want you to fucking beg, you dumb Whore. Fucking beg!” She hissed.

“Oh please Mistress, I love you Mistress! Please fuck my dirty undeserving little Whore asshole! You’re my fucking Queen and I’m nothing but you’re little Bitch slave. I’m completely unworthy of your magnificent cock, but please fuckme. Ruin me, destroy my pathetic little ass. Make me yours forever. Please stick your huge cock up my tiny little asshole!” I begged. She tried to conceal her smile, but she couldn’t fully.

“My God, you are the most pathetic little Whore in the world. I can’t listen to anymore of your shit.” She said and picked up the ball gag. She stuffed it into my mouth and locked it around the back of my head. I laid back helplessly as she loomed over me. She placed both her hands on my throat, but she didn’t choke me. She pressed her cock slowly against my asshole. She looked deep and aggressively into my eyes and I whimpered through my gag. She tightened her grip on my throat slightly. The first stab on pain came as the full width of the dildo started to stretch my hole fully. Oh God… this was just too much! The pain was so intense, but the pleasure that followed was even greater. She thrusted further and further inside me, every bit of the inside of my ass was being stroked and pummeled.

“Oh you’re a good little Whore, aren’t you?” She asked and I could only mumble ‘Yes Mistress’ into the gag. I looked up at my Mistress with pure love and lust. Her wonderful breasts bounced with every thrust, her fierce red hair flicked behind her, her stunning eyes focused on her little Whore in wonderful agony. The dildo felt even bigger up my ass than it had looked. The pain and the bondage, it was the perfect combination. My cock felt like it was about to explode as she pushed even deeper inside me. Then suddenly, she stopped. She looked me up and down, her eyes stopped on my twitching cock. She slowly placed her hand on it and pulled down as she thrust. With a second pull, my cum sprayed over me, onto my chest and face. I couldn’t believe how well my Mistress was treating me, letting her Whore cum all over himself. She undid my gag and I instantly started thanking her.

“Thank you! Thank you so much Mistress! That was the best- Ah!” I was cut off by pain as my nipple clamps were taken off, which was as painful if not more than putting them on. Then my handcuffs were released and I saw my wrists had deep red marks around them. My arms fell limply to my side.

“Thank you so much, you are so good to your Whore. Thank you for fucking me so hard, for hurting me, I needed it. I want to be a good Whore for you. I love you Mistress.” I said and meant every word. She said nothing and just smiled, her cock still up my ass. She hadn’t gone in all the way, I noticed. It felt like her cock was all the way inside me. She slowly slid out of me and it was the best feeling of all, pure pleasure. She knelt before me, triumphant. I was still laying back with my feet high in the air with the straps still around them. She released them and I collapsed, limp.

“You better not ever take those panties off. I want to see you wearing them next time.” She said and then walked out the door. She left me to gather my things and leave. I had to go back home and pretend I was a strong man that the world thought I was, but I wasn’t. I was Cheryl's little Whore now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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onegayastronaut · 1 year

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Hey there! I was wondering if I could get one of those famous ship thingies you do for Gossip Girl, Riverdale and The Vampire Diaries?

I’m a lesbian who loves to play videos games and watch movies. I would rather stay in instead of going out and I love a good cuddle. My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff and I always seem to fall for the villain or characters with baggage. I’m equal parts awkward and cute, with a small splash funny.

Thank you! 🥰

Blaire has always enjoyed tearing people down, and she tried to do that with you when you first met. However, that got old for her really quickly, and she invited you to go out with her just to see what kind of person you are. She ended up falling for you really quickly, and is now very protective of you. If anyone tries to mess with you, she’ll make sure to dish out all the blackmail material she has on the person so they’ll never show their face around town again. She enjoys watching you play video games and will constantly buy you presents just because she missed you.

Cheryl has always been a tough nut to crack, but after spending multiple nights together drinking milkshakes together at Pop’s, she finally started opening up to you. She likes the fact that you’re a little bit awkward, and she has no has no issue filling in any awkward pauses. Cheryl loves being cuddled, but she’ll make it clear that the fact that she likes being held will never be made public.

Katherine thought you were the cutest person she’s ever seen, and will flirt with you whenever she sees you. Damon and Stefan are pretty much your overprotective older brothers, and will warn her to take care of you and not harm you. They didn’t need to do that anyway because Katherine would never dream about harming you. She loves holding you every night when you get home from work/school, and will always make sure you’re doing okay.

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Mini Masterlist ETC. Edition

Welcome to my Mini Masterlist... ETC. Edition. These are the fics that didn't really have enough space to be in their own masterlist. Don't worry little one offs, this is your home now! If you haven't seen the main masterlist (it has little portals to the other minis), here is the link. Like always everything is x reader, unless stated otherwise. Get comfortable, cozy if you will, and find something you like. Hope you enjoy!

You Miss Me. (Cersei Lannister)

Nice To Meet You (Cheryl Blossom)

All I Want Is You (Cheryl Blossom) 🎄

Her First & Her Future (Maddy Perez)

Notice Me (Maddy Perez)

Punish (Maddy Perez)

She’s Not That Bad (Madison Montgomery)

Me or Him (Max Mayfield)

I’m Always Around (Megan Fox)

I’m Not Going (Nancy Wheeler)

Date Me Instead (Nancy Wheeler)

What Did I Agree To? (Quinn Fabray)

Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better (Quinn Fabray) Pt1 & Pt2

I Know You (Wonder Woman)

I Don't Care About The War (Bellatrix Lestrange)

But They Love You (Hermione Granger)

My Brother is an Asshole (Luna Lovegood)

Falling Fast (Wednesday Addams)

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black-dragon1998 · 2 years

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Two blonds

Summary: two new blonds enter the picture and the plot continues. Sorry this isn’t plot more of me getting back into wrighting.

autor’s note: sorry it took so long for me to post the new chapter. let me know what you think.

part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6

Of all the people Fury could have sent to accompany Wanda, Maria, Val, Pepper. No, it had to be Carol. Now was probably the time to get nervous cause if Carol knew, so would your mom. Those two had no secrets for each other, and Carol was kind of sap if it came to your mom.

More than once, you had found them in a compromising position. You had also seen more of both women than you would ever want from parental figures.

On the other hand, you also knew that Carol would be the most lenient with you when she heard the whole story. You did, however, play the role of the scolded teenager like everybody else would do if they were called to the principal. So you avoided eye contact when she tried to make it.

People looking in on the scene saw a parent picking up their kid.

When she stopped right in front of you, you only saw the black of her combat boots. You looked up at her from under your lashes, hoping to gain some leverage over her. Carol was much softer to you than your mother, and you could get away with way more than with your mother. The look in her eyes told you something different.

Instead of the bright blue eyes, you were met by a cold stare. Is this what she looked like for rookies who started at shield?

"I am very disappointed in you (Y/N). Maybe Natasha and I have been too lenient with you and letting you live here alone. You just wait until your mother hears of this." Carol says in her most severe Captain Danvers voice. Okay, now you definitely felled like those recruits on their first day.

"come on!" without another word, Carol turns on her heels and walks away. You follow three paces behind her with your eyes glued to the ground. When you walk through the hall, you have the feeling like everybody is watching you. Mor, like everybody, is watching Carol and her aura those screams badass.

People seemed to have gathered outside, but for a whole different reason. Everybody seemed to have swarmed around Carol's restored vintage mustang. The car was a gift from you to Carol a couple of years ago when she and your mom 'official' came together.

Carol walks over to Wanda, who stood just outside the swarm of people, for a quick conversation. This allows Cheryl to lunge herself at you. The last the redhead had seen of you was when you were led to the principal's office, and then a stoic looking blond had walked into the school. For some reason, the blond screamed military, and for some reason, that explained a whole lot of things about you.

"are you okay? Are you hurt in any way? What happened?" Cheryl's questions are being fired at you in quick succession that it almost feels like she is rambling.

"I'm okay, Red. They gave me a two-week suspension and called one of my moms." You explain that you might as well uphold the lie if your mom was coming home, and it would be suspicious otherwise. Even with that, Cheryl didn't seem keen on letting go, and you might have taken advantage to get some more hugs. You would have to miss her for at least a week.

"Also, I'm going to be gone for a while. Some trouble at home that needs my attention." That information makes Cheryl let go of you and stares at you in disbelief, and even what looked like a pout.

"how long?" her question wasn't anything more than a whisper, and she sounded so small.

"not longer than a week, I promise. In the meantime, Wanda will drive you to school, and if home becomes too much, know you are always welcome at mine even if I'm not there." You reassure her while pulling her into another hug, giving her temple a little peck. After that, you tear yourself away from her and walk toward Carol. Who is fighting not to let her stoic masker crack. On the way, you make eye contact with Wanda, who gives you an understanding not.

With a heavy sigh, you sink into the passenger seat of Carol's car, making a point of not looking at your classmates. Part is keeping up appearances, and interest is not wanting to look at Cheryl's heartbroken face. It has never been so hard to leave on a mission in the past.

Getting two weeks from the drama that was Riverdale high seems like a relief but having to leave Cheryl behind seemed like torture in your mind,

Carol seemed to pick up on your mood halfway toward the house, and she had to admit you looked kind of like her when Natasha was away on a mission, even if anybody who would point it out would get a fist to the gut.

"Hey, kid, come up. It's not like you leave her forever, and when your mom is back, you can introduce her to your little girlfriend." Carol teases, seeing the blush appear on your cheeks. It was good to see you act like a normal teenager. Sometimes people forget you were still that, a kid trying to figure out who they are. So it was refreshing to see you, crush over a pretty girl.

"sheisntmygirlfriend." You mumble under your breath, turning even redder.

"what was that? I didn't quite hear that." Carol teases, nudging you with her shoulder.

"she isn't my girlfriend." You repeat a little louder.

"yet." Carol counters.

You were tapping your finger on the steering wheel as you waited. 'Sweet American Pie' playing in the background. When Carol gave you the location of your mom's extraction, you had hoped it would be a little more remote, and instead, it was in some dark alley that smelled of fish.

Luckily for you, you didn't have to wait long. The moment the door handle moved, you had your gun from under your seat and pointed at whoever opened it. Blond hair moved as they aimed their own gun at you?

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nightskeleton232 · 1 year

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🍒Cheryl Blossom icons🍒

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statticscribbles · 1 year

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Soulmate

Summary: This was a commission!! (Commission rules here!) Cheryl Blossom/Reader/Toni Topaz; soulmate AU

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“Dymon, get up! You’re going to be late for school!” You knew that staying up till five am reading the newest update for your favorite webcomic wasn’t a good idea but you couldn’t think of anything else to do, trying to avoid the panic that had been bubbling since yesterday’s pep rally. You’d been good at covering your mark. It wasn’t strange for people to cover them or have them uncovered. It was common for the popular kids to show of their marks; Cheryl Blossom always had cute little flower doodles and hearts around it; drawn by herself.

When it had been revealed her mark was the same as Toni Topaz’s notorious Serpent from the southside; no one had shut up about it for weeks. Which means you knew if they found out your symbol, a kiss print and a snake twineing around it, was the same you knew it would take a month for it to die down. If anyone believed you.

You weren’t hated at school; you stood at 4 foot 11 inches; which meant no one saw you as a threat; you introverted and quiet personality however marked you as easy prey; which in high school was basically a recipe for being bullied. The Serpents never bothered you; it was mostly the other bulldogs or northsiders that bullied you; they were never fond of differences and you were blending into the background for the wrong reasons; at least to them. You were always surprised none of them went for the obvious jabs; that you wore oversized clothes to hide something; that you were so quiet cause you weren’t smart enough to speak. That your glasses were because you were trying to be cool and fit in; not that you needed them to see. The bullying wasn’t physical; the most that happened was someone shouldered you in the hallway; it was mostly that you were ignored, occasionally their were mean names tossed around insults but it was a little easy to brush them off; none of the Bulldogs actually knew you.

“Dymon!!!”

“Coming down now!!” You shout before anyone else has the chance to accuse you of being late. You know that just because nothing happened yesterday doesn’t mean something will. You’d been nervous; the big end of season game was coming up; which meant there was going to be a huge pep rally. Which meant that all the bulldogs were going to have larger heads than they normally did; which meant you needed to keep yours down.

You tuck your hands into your sweater; black like the rest of your clothes. You know you’re stretching it out, the sleeves are too short; the curse of a late growth spurt.

You keep your mark hidden; it’s safer; you know everyone would just tease you for it and you’re waiting for someone to remember where they’ve seen it. It doesn’t take long for Chuck to see it; for his eyes to light up in the way you know means he knows exactly who your soulmates are.

Cheryl Blossom is wearing her signature lipstick and death glare. You're surprised it's not directed at you; you were currently on the ground, blocking her path. Chuck had shoved you down, claiming you’d faked your soulmate mark. He’d only seen it because you’d been late and the sweater you had grabbed was too short in the sleeves to cover your hand; where the mark rested on your palm. Bright red, a warning beacon to everyone you’re starting to think.

Toni and Cheryl help you up, glaring at Chuck before they pull you into an empty classroom and shut the door.

“Dymon; you should have said something..”

“You know my name?”

“Yeah you come into the comic shop on the southside all the time.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask where you got your boots.” Cheryl gestures down to the combat boots you always wear; you know she’s nodding to the spikes on them.

“Oh I took a couple of chokers and laced them through.” You shrug a little trying to downplay it but Cheryl looks pleased.

“So you’re not mad?”

“I’m a little annoyed you never said anything sooner. You clearly knew it was us when we got together last year right? You should have said something.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to be with me..”

“You’re our soulmate; there’s no one we’d rather be with. And we can announce it at the pep rally; if you’re okay with it.”

“Really?”

“Yes we want everyone to know you’re ours; that you’re with us; why would we want to hide you; you complete us.”

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ncsdlr · 5 months

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The Lodge Lodge Activities

Riverdale

Warnings: None really, just a bunch of rough vanilla sex, and fluff at the end, overstimulation too.

Pairings: Sub!Cheryl Blossom x Top!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1287

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Then Cheryl stopped. There she sat unmoving in your lap, panting roughly as if oxygen was scarce. Her legs felt as if they were near numb, but the thought of another mind-blowing orgasm given by you to her gave her enough strength to continue. That energy though was overpowered by her inability to think and her exhaustion. Only when your hands gripped her hips and guided her to rock on your thick cock slightly did she come to, whining in your ear as the sensation further stimulated her already-tired body and certainly-overstimulated pussy, this being a result of having sex with you for longer hours than she could count in one hand.

"Oh, my baby. Are you tired, Cheryl? Can you not keep up anymore even though you still need more?" Your mockery, for sure was not helping her. Oh, but being the devil's human form you are, you used your strength to forcefully bounce Cheryl on your dick. The aforementioned woman's screams echoed throughout the room you resided in, undoubtedly pouring through the considerably thin walls.

The tears on Cheryl's face were abundant, not once stopping due to the pleasurable overstimulation she felt. God, she was loving every second of this, more so when you brought your fingers to her clit and played with it. You were just the kind of lover she needed: you're giving, selfless, kind, affirmative, and best of all; you're so damn good in bed. You handled her so well. Your sexual desires bordered between sadistic and soft as a feather, and she loved it.

With a sharp cry sent to the heavens, the coil residing in the pit of Cheryl's stomach snapped quickly, unexpectedly drenching you and the sheets you sat on. It was then that you cooed at her, fooling her into thinking all was done and that she may finally rest.

"Oh, you're so beautiful, Cheryl. It's like you were hand-crafted by goddess Aphrodite herself. You just look so delectable like this; fucked out with no chance of recovery. Absolutely adorable."

A squeak left Cheryl when she felt you twisting both your bodies around so that her face was firmly pressed against the soft sheets of your shared king-sized bed, bent over in such an embarrassing position to Riverdale High's most popular Queen bee. Her heart started racing again when you plowed yourself back into her, the feeling of your cock repeatedly brushing against all of her most sensitive spots sending her into overdrive, a blabbering mess.

"Oh, please, please." She choked, "I'm yours, please, I'm yours!" You bit your tongue to avoid chuckling at Cheryl. You really didn't want to be too mean to your lover. It wouldn't be ideal. Yes, you are a sadistic piece of shit, but you're still a nice person. For sure. Even more so when you toyed with Cheryl's clit again. You love how good she looks when she feels all the pleasure she deserves. Her glazed eyes, her parted mouth that leaked of drool, her flushed cheeks, the marks on her gorgeous body. You love everything about her.

"Cumming, cumming. I'm cumming so hard!" Cheryl warned, fisting the sheets as her orgasm built up faster and faster with every second that passed. And then so suddenly, her whole lower half tensed, and her legs shook with a force that might as well have caused an earthquake. Her orgasm jetted out of her, her juices squirting all over which was within its range. You stilled and stopped moving.

You shushed her, cooing into her naturally red hair in an attempt to calm her. Cheryl's head fell forward, landing on the sheets below her. There, she smelled her own sweat, it smelled of sweet raspberries and mangoes, blending in with the tropical essence of her shampoo.

"It's okay, it's over now. You can rest." The both of you were breathing rather heavily, the adrenaline fading out quickly as a calm silence fell over you. The sound of your breathing matching did wonders in calming her more than your still-gruff voice did.

Gently as you could, you pulled out of your woman, discarding your favorite strap-on to use on her and leaving it on the floor to be cleaned when you awoke. You walked on stiff legs to the bathroom to grab a clean damp cloth, walking back over to a close-to-unconscious Cheryl Blossom and wiping her down. You enjoyed the serenity of cleaning Cheryl. It grounded you greatly.

*****

Come morning time, both you and Cheryl were still very naked in the "Lodge Lodge" cabin Veronica and Archie invited you to. Upon Cheryl's wake, she remembered the vulnerability she showed you. She was so damn proud of herself for finally being able to love you with no shame. You were so proud of her too. The way she stood up for you to her mother warmed your heart, and that was the moment you knew that Cheryl was your endgame. Cheryl knew it too, and it was only a matter of time until she would kneel on one knee in front of you where you first met.

Cheryl turned around in your arms to face your calm face, your even breathing fanning over her face. Her fingers traced your cheekbones as she reminisced the softest moments she spent with you. She loves you so much and she could only hope that you knew it. Cheryl watched the flutter of your eyes and looked into them deeply.

"Good morning, darling, Y/N." She whispered, and you hummed in acknowledgment, smiling as you gave your lover a once-over. She looks so beautiful. The sun was shining in Cheryl's eyes in a way that made them look entrancing. You were caught in her forest and you hoped she knew you were hers forever. It took you a while to finally speak, but when you did, it made Cheryl's heart jump.

"Good morning, my Cheryl. You look beautiful." You smiled.

"You're such a charmer, my love." Cheryl sat up, "Come, come. I'm certain the lowly people below us are anticipating our grand arrival." You obeyed her, chuckling as you next spoke, "Must you speak like royalty at all times, my dear?"

Cheryl turned to you just as she opened the door, "Oh, darling, I am royalty." She smirked.

"You're my royalty." The two of you shared a sweet kiss before you both headed down for whatever breakfast you could find. When the two of you arrived, Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and Archie turned to you, staring the both of you down and eyeing the marks scattered across Cheryl's smooth neck.

"It seems someone had fun last night." Teased Veronica, causing Cheryl to roll her eyes at the hypocrisy. You, on the other hand, only moved to assist Betty in cooking with a silly smile.

"Shut your mouth, you hypocrite. It's not like we didn't hear you and Archie going at it as well. We literally had to suffer through all of that, so it's only fair that we have our own little fun." Cheryl surprised you with a chaste kiss on your cheek as she spoke, the action making you falter in the slightest bit. The six pairs only laughed, minus Cheryl who was busy showing everyone how much she loves you with kisses where she could reach.

You wished to live in this moment forever. This was something you could get used to. And you soon would. When Cheryl went through with her plans months later, you squealed out a yes and kissed her passionately just as she deserved. The short story is that the two of you had known each other for eons and now, you got your happy ending with two kids running around as two little Cheryls. -------------------

It appears I'm writing for other characters now too.

#riverdale #cheryl blossom x reader #gxg #x reader #fanfiction #this shit aint real #this is just my imagination #cheryl blossom #CHERYL BOMBSHELL

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itsnotyouithink · 1 year

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HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

not my gif!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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— Madelaine Petsch + Maxence Danet-Fauvel | crackship.

Requested by Anonymous

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Cheryl Blossom x Male Kingsman reader

The reader has a date with his girlfriend Cheryl in pops after a mission, but is interrupted by chuck and his gang insulating the couple, the reader gets angry and decides to teach them a lesson by reciting Galahad words: manners maketh man

Y/N: come on, love. we shall find a better establishment

Chuck: what? you think just because you dress so fancy that makes your gal less of a b***ch?!

Y/N freezes...

Cheryl: baby lets go.

Y/N: like an old friend once told me.

Y/N locks the door.

Y/N: Manners. Maketh. Man.

Chuck: oh really? what bulls**t is that-?

CRASH! Chuck gets a glass thrown directly at his head... the rest of his gang stare in shock.

Y/N: so we going to stand around mouth agape? or are we gonna fight?

Cheryl fans herself, so hot for Y/N...

#riverdale #riverdale cw #riverdale imagine #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom #madelaine petsch imagine #madelaine petsch #madelaine petsch x reader #kingsman #source: kingsman the secret service #kingsman the secret service

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 months

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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.

#Cheryl Blossom x male reader #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom imagines #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #Cheryl Blossom fluff #riverdale imagine #riverdale x male reader

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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Can you make a part 2 of the Unrequited Love ||Cheryl Blossom fic where the reader becomes depressed and closed off barely showing up at school or something

Unrequired Love | Cheryl Blossom | Part ii

Summary: Y/N deals with the fall out of her actions on Monday.

Warning: None

Requested: Yes, Unfortunately(?) I have had this part already written and posted on my Wattpad account so it doesn't really fit the request but her is part II.

Monday morning you were prepared for the worst. Knowing there would be no way to fight back with the battalion of student that would be throwing you hateful looks, in fact you would be lucky if that's all they would throw. But what could you do you were in no way a victim to in this story, you were the villain.

You had sent a girl off to the slaughter for your own selfish reasons. Not knowing or even caring if the ones she loved and loved her would ever see her again. Not thinking of how devastated Cheryl would be to learn of the demise of her first real love.

The hour in a half of sitting in your car in front of the school building did nothing to calm the raging storm inside your chest or loosen the noose you felt righting around your throat.

With one final deep breath you grab the handle and swing the car door open, step out and start marching towards the double doors with a look of false confidence on your face. Your heart jumps as you felt the cold handle of the entrance but you ouch it back yanking the door open and stepping into the crowded halls.

Making your way quickly down the hall to your locker trying to go unnoticed by your fellow peers and you were doing a good job of it until you felt both your arms being hooked to other human beings.

Your eyes travel up your arm to the face of the person you were now linked to and find a river vixen, turning your head you find another on the other arm.

"We heard about what you did." The one on your right started. "Honestly it was genius." she beamed with one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen in your life.

"Genius?" You asked so shocked a what she had just said you were 75% sure you were hearing things.

"Why of course, its about time someone sent a message to those slimy snakes." The one on the left cut in. "I mean southsiders are killing each other any ways what's the harm in giving them a little push every once in a while?" She explained.

"Don't worry the northside has you covered. #RiverdaleStrong." She said just as the bell signaled for fist period.

Breaking the link and splitting ways you make your way to your first period.

Although you were relieved that you weren't being ran from town by and angry mob with torches and pitch forks their words didn't give you the comfort you were sure they had intended. In fact they made you feel the exact opposite. You never minded that the southside student had started to attend riverdale, you were one of the ones that was all for this change it never made much sense to you that there be two schools in a town as small as riverdale,

Things didn't get any better once you arrived to first period English class, for the second time that day if felt as though your heart was going to leap out of your throat and all to the floor in front of you. As usual Cheryl was sitting in her usual seat in the middle of the classroom the seat to her left was occupied by Toni and the seat to her right was empty as it always was before you arrived.

Noticing your presence Toni stopped whatever conversation it was that she and Cheryl was having, Cheryl not long after following her gaze. You eyes locked together for no longer than a second before you broke it quickly walking father into the class. As you neared closer the you usual desk Cheryl hesitantly opened her mouth, only yo have you keep your steady pace and walk swiftly by her and to a desk that until now he's remained empty that you would not make yours. You felt her strong gaze on you the whole time, even after you had taken your seat and prepared for the class to begin. Despite being under her unwavering surveillance you kept your eyes glued to your desk, making it seem as though you were suddenly interested in the different grain design of your new desk top. Thankfully she was forced to turn around when the teacher walked into the room starting the lesson.

By the end of first period you had come to the concussion the what ever higher power controlled the corse of your life had some kind of vendetta against you. Because not only did you have a big project to do but you have been partnered with non other than Cheryl, granted it might have been all those time in the past when you and Cheryl had tried to raise hell when you weren't selected to be together to the point where teachers would just partner you together in order to avoid an argument.

Unlike everyone else in the class you had bolted out instead of trying to work out a schedule with you partner. You headed to you locker, putting in the combination quickly before reaching in and pulling out a highlighter starting to mark up the outline the teacher had passed out. Moments later you felt a presence next to you knowing exactly who it was you didn't bother to look up.

"So Y/N/N," Cheryl started. "I was thinking we could knock this out tonight like usual and then maybe a cheesy romcom marathon for the rest of the night." Cheryl suggested with one of her brightest smile that would normally have you weak in the knees, but now you needed to stay strong.

You glance up noticing Toni standing close behind before looking back to your paper.

"Or we could do a facial night I know how much you love when we do that." She tries again.

After a few more moments of silence you cap you highlighter and place it back in you locker. Taking your outline and putting it in Cheryl's hands and taking hers which was peaking out of her bag.

"We can meet after school to go over the details of the project the highlighted lines are your responsibility, I'll take of the rest. Well meet once a week until the due the due date." You said all while switching out your book is for your next class. " if you have any questions or anything you can relay them to me in class." Closing your locker you turn and start to walk in the opposite direction.

Most of he day went by smoothly.despite having multiple classes together you managed to avoid Cheryl and the rest of the serpents. Until now when you were approached by Toni, Jughead and Sweet Pea.

"What do you want?" You asked trying not to show how scared you actually were.

"We just wanna talk." Jughead answered.

"We'll I'm not really in the mood for this particular conversation, but when I am you'll be the first to know, Okay?" You replied attempting to push past the trio.

You felt a hand grip your upper arm and look back to see Toni, hand firmly planted on you body.

"Look you put out a hit on me the least you could do is listen to what we have to say." She said removing her hand from your arm and taking a step back.

"Oh she could do a lot less." A slightly familiar voice cuts in, not far way from your gathering you see the two girl that you have 'talked' to this morning accompanied by some bulldog including their captain Reggie Mantle.

"We don't want any trouble we were just here to tell Y/N, that all is forgiven between us." Toni said now directed at you.

"Whatever message received little snake." A bulldog replied. "Now you can all slither away.

After a few moments of glaring at each other the serpents finally walked away.

"Don't worry we have you back." Reggie said walking up to you.

"Yeah thanks." You mumbled watching Toni until she turned the corner leaving your sight.

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Five Moments That Explain Your Friendship With Cheryl Blossom

Summary: You are Cheryl Blossom's best friends. Five moments that show exactly what you mean to one another. Platonic!Cherylxreader, slight Sweet Pea x reader and brief Choni mentions.

Warning: Mentions of homophobic parents, internalized homophobia, emeto-warning, vomit and nausea warning

Five Moments that Explained Your Friendship with Cheryl Blossom

One. You never even considered whether you wanted to be a River Vixen. Cheryl Blossom was the captain and your best friend. Attendance was mandatory. Resistance was futile. You loved your best friend though even you had to admit that she was a bit…self-involved.

“Obviously I’ll be doing a solo. I’ve got the maddest skills on the squad,” Cheryl explained to Veronica, who questioned her solo choices yet again. Veronica Lodge was a self-claimed reformed mean girl and while she was actually incredibly kind, she was almost a bit…self-involved. “You had a solo last week. Betty has one. A tiny one, of course. Y/N has the biggest solo. Would you like to challenge her to a dance-off?”

Veronica looked in your direction. You shrugged and smiled. Your mother owned Riverdale’s dance studio and you were a company dancer, which required a fifteen-hour-a-week practice minimum. Being the owner's daughter made it closer to twenty-five. Truthfully, you didn’t care much about the solo. Being a River Vixen was fun and significantly less stressful than the dance competition and your goal wasn’t to be the best. If Veronica wanted to challenge you, you wouldn’t take it to heart. You stretched, touching your hands to your toes. When you came back up, you leaped into the arm and did a toe touch, something you had never seen Ronnie do. Okay, maybe you minded a little. Veronica put her hands in the hair, conceding.

“That’s what I thought, Veronica,” Cheryl said with a smirk. Your best friend turned to you. “Now, why don’t we start off by showing the girls what a real dancer can do?”

You smiled and stepped into the center of the room.

Two. Cheryl loved you always, even when you had the occasional spat. Because she loved you, she always worried about you. Your mother wore you ragged with your practice hours, you were a River Vixen (Okay. That one was for her.), and you were in the senior math class. You were chronically stressed. When she handed you a ginger tea that morning, your first sign of impending illness or burnout, she noticed the bags under your eyes.

“Mon Amie, I believe you need to slow down. A sick day perhaps?” You laughed and Cheryl rolled her eyes. She reached for your forehead but you swatted her hand away. You were momentarily distracted as Sweet Pea walked down the hall. Cheryl was sure her eyes had disappeared based on how far back they rolled into her head. She took the opportunity to touch your forehead. It wasn’t warm but she knew it might be coming. You were known for your stomach aches, usually due to stress or exhaustion.

“I’m just a little nauseous. Stomach ache, you know.” Cheryl raised her eyebrows and you sighed heavily. “If it’s not better by lunch…”

“Nurses’ Office, obvi.”

Cheryl loved you enough to only say “I told you so” twice when she had to hold back your hair as you vomited during third period. She didn’t even hesitate to waltz out of the classroom when you charged out, completely ignoring whatever Mrs. Kerwin had to say about it. Riverdale was held together at its very core by Blossom Maple Syrup. There was no way Cheryl would be serving detention for helping her sick best friend. But it was for you, only you and her beloved Toni, whose hair she would ever hold back.

Three. But Cheryl was only repaying a debt from a few months prior. Reggie Mantle’s parents had gone out of town and he had thrown a party. It was wild, of course, and you planned to spend the night sipping the soda that was used for mixers and no alcohol. Cheryl did no such thing.

You gripped your best friend’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom. Her lipstick was smudged and the strap of her tank top was falling off her shoulder. She was gorgeous, but a mess. “Cheryl, you can’t just flop into Archie Andrew’s lap. He’s dating Valerie. You know that.”

“Not for looong.” Cheryl smiled brightly. She was definitely drunk and even now she was sipping from a red solo cup. Something Sober Cheryl would never do in a room so close to a toilet. “He has red hair and I have red hair. His family though kind of poor is like the one family in Riverdale that mine doesn’t hate. So I have to have him.”

“Like ninety minutes ago you were making out with Moose.” Cheryl shrugged and reached for the doorknob. You grabbed her by her shoulders before she could. “He’s dating Midge. Since like the seventh grade. We like Midge. She’s a River Vixen. She’s our friend, Cher. Why would you do that?”

“I like boys.” Cheryl’s eyes started to water. Her hands reached for the necklace at the base of her neck. It was a cherry blossom but instead of being an expensive gold or a giant diamond, it was modest. It had been a gift from Heather, whom Cheryl was close with in middle school. “I like boys.”

“Oh, Cher,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. She never said a word about Heather but you had always had your suspicions. And you knew Cheryl’s mother. Penelope was Cheryl’s greatest and most unnecessary critic. Cheryl pulled back with a jerk.

“I’m going to vomit,” she said, dropping her drink to the floor. As the drink spilled, so did Cheryl and you could do nothing but hold back her hair.

Four. Her breakup with Toni gutted her. You knew that. Cheryl pretended not to care but each night she called you crying, under the guise of having just watched a sad movie. You’d slept over three times that week just because of those calls. When you found Toni in the bathroom, she paused.

“I don’t want to fight,” Toni said, giving you the once over. The hours of dancing had given you a lot of muscles but Toni was tough too.

“I don’t want to fight,” you answered. Toni seemed to lower her guard but only a little. “I just…I know you love her.”

Toni’s eyes shown with tears and she nodded. You smiled and hugged her. When you pulled back, you said “So please work this out. She’s miserable without you.”

As Toni went to leave, you spoke again. “Oh and babe? To be clear, I think you’re great. But I am team Cheryl. All day. Every day. So if you ever actually do something horrid?”

“Hell hath no fury,” Toni finished. You smiled.

Five. There was never anyone good enough for you but when you chose Sweet Pea, Cheryl had to make a few things clear, even if you’d be furious. Luckily, your new fling was good friends with Cheryl’s love. Best friends dating best friends was a good combination. The double dates would be endless. Still, Cheryl wasn’t going to go easy on him.

“Babe, go easy,” Toni cautioned as the girls sat down across from Sweet Pea. Without a word, Fangs stood from the table and left.

“Sweet Pea, let’s chat,” Cheryl said to an unenthused and nervous Sweet Pea.

“About?”

“You are dating my best friend. My best friend. I don’t need to remind you that the “river” in Riverdale runs with maple syrup, do I?” Cheryl waited but Sweet Pea didn’t say anything. His expression, angry and defiant, made it clear she got her point across. “Now, I like you. Sort of. Toni likes you and mon amour has impeccable taste, obv. And you do seem to properly adore my bestie. But let me make one thing clear.

“My father murdered my brother - my other half over drugs and maple syrup. My mumsie is a homophobic monster who pushed my Nana down the stairs and once dated Riverdale’s best-known serial killer. I am the sole caretaker of my Nana. Through all of this? There was Y/N. I have very little family left, Serpent. You better believe that I will do everything in my power - my unforgiving power to protect it. Understood?”

Before Sweet Pea could answer, Cheryl’s agenda flipped as though someone hit a switch. “Now, darling Tee-Tee and boyfriend of bestie, shall we plan our first double date? I’m thinking something grande. Perhaps with sparkling dresses, sparkling champagne, and the most sparkling of company?”

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ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon!

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold. When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the father's feelings about it)

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea, Written from Sweet Pea's POV

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k

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ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was seeing red. His body was fuming with anger, his hands shaking as he raced through Riverdale. Everywhere his dark eyes looked, people were rioting. Cars were on fire, people were smashing windows, and fights were breaking out. He had never seen anything like it, but he could understand why it was happening. He had a burning rage within him. His chest ignited with a wrath that he had never felt before. He wanted to destroy everything within his path and cause those Northsiders the same pain he was feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They ripped his child away from him, and he would make them pay.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He decided to start with Riverdale High, where his troubles began. It was there that Midge was murdered, it was there that Fangs was arrested, and it was those people that hurt (Y/N) and took his child away. When he arrived, the front door was busted, and he could hear his fellow Serpents’ wild whoops and hollers as they destroyed the school.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents!” Sweet Pea shouted as he crossed the threshold of the school. His eyes glowed with vengeance as his voice resounded through the entrance hall, earning the attention of the Serpents on the school's first floor. A few bounded down the stairs, curious to hear what their unofficial leader had to say. Sweet Pea watched them crowd around him, their chests heaving with adrenaline and their mouths pulled into sick grins. His eyes slowly took them in, sneering as he spoke. "(Y/N) is in the hospital. Those Northside assholes hurt her tonight, and she lost the baby. My child is gone, Fangs could die, and the Northside is to blame! What are we gonna do about it?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he told the Serpents the news, they started to bounce with anticipation and their fists clenched with irritability. One of them turned and kicked a trash can, sending it barrelling down the hallway as trash flew out of it. A menacing grin stretched across Sweet Pea’s lips as he raised a fist, his hand forming the sign of the Serpents. "I said, what are we gonna do about it?!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s bring ’em hell!” A Serpent shouted, earning cries of agreement from the surrounding crowd.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hell, yeah!” Sweet Pea affirmed, watching as the Serpents around him raised their sign, eyes alight with a new type of fire. "Let’s burn Riverdale to the ground!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Serpents rallied with one another, shoving each other with a newfound intensity to their motives of destroying the town. Sweet Pea took off in a path of violence, pulling his switchblade from his pocket to slash through posters and throwing his fists through the glass in the classroom doors. He was on a rampage, blood boiling as he destroyed anything within reach. Punching lockers, kicking glass displays, dragging his switchblade through the walls. He was a hurricane of destruction, and he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Maniacal laughter fell from Sweet Pea’s lips, his eyes wild with a twisted type of glee as he ransacked the school. His body was still shaking with anger, but the act of wrecking one of the places that the Northsiders held so dearly was like a breath of fresh air. A misguided sense of clarity settled into his mind, telling him that this was helping him deal with the grief of losing his son. This had to help him. He didn’t know how else to handle it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The only sounds heard throughout the school were the Serpents shouting as they defaced anything in their paths. It was a beautiful sound to Sweet Pea. It was the sound of justice, rebellion, and revenge. This was what the Northside deserved. They deserved to watch their home burn, to watch it topple to the ground at the hands of those they spit and stepped on since the town’s founding. It was time for the Serpents to take back Riverdale, and Sweet Pea would be the leader of it all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea stabbed his switchblade into the wall, dragging it down with him as he descended the stairs, ready to rain hellfire down onto the next precious building that the Northside loved. The blade slashed through a poster of the original Riverdale High building, his lips curling into a grin as a furious yell escaped them. He threw a desk over, his determined steps never ceasing, even when Archie Andrews asked him to.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents, stop!” Archie shouted at the other end of the hall where Sweet Pea stood. Sweet Pea sneered, his eyes bright with a beastly type of glee as he strode down the hallway, eager to take his anger out on the redheaded Northsider.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He darkly chuckled, turning to address his fellow Serpents as he continued down the hallway, walking backward with his arms spread wide. "Well, fellas, looks like we found some Bulldogs to put down.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sneered as he faced the group of Northsiders again, eyes narrowed into a glare as the Andrews boy tried to defend his side of town. "Sweet Pea, I swear, Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs. It was Mrs. Klump.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Bull!” Sweet Pea spit, “I saw Mantle with the gun!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Then you also saw me tackle him before he got a shot off!” Archie countered, his voice raising defensively. "It was Midge’s mom. She’s down at the station.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah?” Sweet Pea’s brow twitched, taking the redhead’s resistance as a challenge. "And Fangs is still clinging to life. Did you know that (Y/N)'s at the hospital right now? You mangy mutts hurt her, and now you better pray to whoever the hell you think protects you because you people killed my kid.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea snarled, his lip curling with a horrible disdain directed toward the Bulldogs in front of him. The Northsiders were too stunned to speak, and Sweet Pea reveled in it. He glared at all of them, his jaw locked as he scornfully said, “And whether it was Reggie or Mrs. Klump who pulled the trigger or took my girl out, a Northsider put them there! You took our friend, our land, my son . . . And you’ll take everything if we give you the chance. So now you get to watch as we burn your school to the ground.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he spoke, Sweet Pea grabbed a trashcan and emptied it before hurling it into the trophy stand they stood beside, yelling in anguish before turning his fiery eyes to the Northside teens in front of him. They watched with wide eyes as they prepared to fight, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tightened their grips on the baseball bats in their hands. Sweet Pea smirked, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket. He held it by his side, his fist so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white before he flicked it open, letting the blade shine threateningly under the moonlight filtering through the windows. His eyes never left Archie’s, his gaze sharp enough to cut him as his jaw clenched. He was prepared to rumble like never before. He was going to take the Northside down, Bulldog by Bulldog. He would go through all of them with a smile to avenge his son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, he never got the chance to start. The front doors flew open to slam against the walls, earning the attention of the Serpents and the Bulldogs. Principal Weatherbee slowly entered, holding his own baseball bat over his shoulder as he looked over the teens before him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell do you boys think you’re doing to my school?” Principal Weatherbee shouted, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the teens. Sweet Pea shifted, his fingers dancing over the cool metal of his switchblade as he stared down at the old man. He didn’t care about getting in trouble, especially not with Weatherbee of all people. He hated Riverdale High even before this; he’d gladly be expelled for destroying the property.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎What he wouldn’t do, however, was be thrown into a holding cell while (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with losing their child, and he knew that was a possibility when Sheriff Minetta appeared beside Principal Weatherbee. His heart hammered in his chest, and he made the split-second decision to run.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scatter!” Sweet Pea shouted, turning and bolting down the hallway that he came from. He could hear several pairs of feet pounding on the linoleum flooring, but all he cared about was getting out of there. He never looked back. He just kept running. Even after he escaped the school, he ran. He didn’t know where he was going or if he’d circle back to get his bike, but he somehow wound up in front of the hospital again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like the sheriff’s station, the hospital had a growing crowd of people surrounding the building, but his large, intimidating frame allowed him to push his way to the front doors with ease. He immediately spotted (Y/N) and Toni at the reception desk. (Y/N) was signing papers, her hand shaking as she repeated her signature across so many lines that she lost count. Sweet Pea knew she was stressing over how she would pay for everything; that was a conversation they’d had several times. It wasn’t as if her parents had good insurance; no one on the Southside did.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if all his anger disappeared the longer he stared at (Y/N). Just a few paces away, her hand running tiredly through her hair as she leaned on the counter, Toni rubbing soothing circles into her back as she checked herself out of the hospital. He found that happening a lot; he wasn’t angry anymore when he was near her. She brought him back from the ledge, back from his destructive habits. She was his safe space. And he left her alone in her time of need.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea took a shuddering breath, shuffling a few steps closer to her. His hand shook as he gently placed it on her shoulder, his heart breaking when she flinched under his touch. (Y/N) whipped around with a gasp, hands clenched by her sides before she realized who it was. Sweet Pea carefully watched her. He noticed how her arms twitched as if she wanted to hug him, but she stopped herself, and he noticed how she started to nervously chew on the inside of her cheek. Her lip quivered, her chin wobbling slightly as she fought back tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea whispered, reaching for (Y/N)'s hand. His eyes stung with unshed tears, and he knew he was on the verge of losing it, especially if she turned him away. He let out a long breath of relief when she let him take her hand in his, and he immediately pulled her into him. His fingers wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as his other arm secured around her waist, his hand bunching the leather of her Serpent jacket. (Y/N) immediately started crying, staining his shirt with tears as her body shook horribly. Sweet Pea bowed his head, his face burrowing into her hair as he also began tearing up. "God, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) shake her head, the movement limited by his tight hold on her. Her hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to her. Sweet Pea sighed, raising his head so he could rest his chin on the top of her head. His eyes found Toni’s, and he mouthed a silent ‘thank you' as his arms tightened around (Y/N)’s body. Toni simply nodded, her face pulled into a tight, sad smile as her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably. Sweet Pea knew she didn’t do well with emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how out of her element she felt. Sweet Pea wasn't good at handling emotions either, but having (Y/N) in his arms made it easier.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I shouldn’t have left.” Sweet Pea said, his fingers gently scratching (Y/N)'s scalp before he pulled away from her, his fingers cupping her face so she could meet his eyes. The remnants of mascara streaming down her face and her bloodshot eyes made him sadly shake his head, his thumbs running over the dark streaks and clearing her skin of the mess. "I shouldn’t have left you. I just . . . I just needed to break something. Or, honestly, a lot of things.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hiccupped, her hands tracing invisible patterns over his torso as she shook her head. Her voice was quiet, sounding scratchy with exhaustion. "I know, I know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she sighed. Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, humming as he felt her relax into his body. He wrapped her in his arms again; he didn’t want to let her go. He’d gotten a lot of his anger out of his system, which didn’t mean he wasn’t any less furious, but he could ease his mind off of it the longer (Y/N) held onto him. He wanted to rip the Northside to shreds, but he could breathe and forget about it right now. He had his girl in his arms.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, wanting to keep even just a sliver of the somber peace they found themselves in. Instead, he simply held (Y/N) tighter, knowing that he was probably the only thing keeping her together right now. He shut his eyes, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head as he held her to his chest. He felt her arms tighten around him, her arms looping up so her hands could grasp the backs of his shoulders. She had stopped crying, but her body still trembled with silent tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I love you, Sweets.” (Y/N) finally said. Sweet Pea almost didn’t hear her; she was so quiet. "So much.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed, nodding as he pulled back once more to softly place his hands on the sides of her neck. Her eyes were glossy, but there weren’t any tears lining the waterlines. Yet, he knew that she wasn’t done crying. Their grieving process was going to be a long, long road. He rested his forehead on hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "I love you, too, baby.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) craned her neck up, letting her lips hover over his as she whispered, “We’ll get through this as long as you’re with me. I can’t do this alone, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You won’t be.” Sweet Pea was quick to assure her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I promise, (Y/N). I’ll always be by your side, always.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded, her eyes closing as she eliminated the distance between them. She sighed as she kissed Sweet Pea, her hands moving to his chest to grab the lapels of his Serpent jacket. Sweet Pea returned the kiss with fervor, pulling her impossibly close as he poured everything he felt that night into her. Love, betrayal, fear, anger. Sweet Pea let a small groan fall from his lips when he pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His thumb brushed across the high point of her cheek, tickling her lower lashes as he met her eyes again. He could see everything she felt swimming in her irises. Exhaustion, love, grief, everything that he was feeling. His chest tightened, and he shook his head again, his heart heavy with the realization that he had hurt her by leaving.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“God, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea said, his voice breaking as he felt a new wave of emotions wash over him. (Y/N) shushed him, her hand pushing his hair away from his forehead so she could see his eyes better.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shook her head, and Sweet Pea watched as her eyes danced between his before she spoke. "You’re here now, Sweets. That’s all that matters.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed and nodded, his hands running up and down her arms as he tried to push away what he was feeling. There were too many people around, and there was too much going on for him to lose his cool. Toni slowly stepped up to the couple, her hands playing with her phone as she glanced between Sweet Pea and (Y/N).

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know things are really tense right now, but Jughead needs us at the Wyrm,” Toni informed them, clearing her throat as she broke the bubble Sweet Pea and (Y/N) had created. Sweet Pea huffed, nodding as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and wove his fingers into the spaces between hers. Then, the trio set off, piling back into Lucinda’s car so they could head to the Whyte Wyrm.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead met them out front, waiting with the rest of the Serpents that he could round up before leading them inside. Sweet Pea kept (Y/N) close by, only letting go of her hand as they got out of the car, and the couple settled near the pool table, their safe space in the bar. If (Y/N) wasn’t around, Sweet Pea always found solace at the pool table, focusing intently on the game to keep his mind off whatever was troubling him. Toni headed to the bar, snatching up three shot glasses and filling them with the first liquor she could grab before joining Sweet Pea and (Y/N). (Y/N) declined, partly still from the habit of looking out for her baby and partly from knowing that the painkillers the doctor had given her and alcohol wouldn’t mix well.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea gratefully took the shot, throwing it back in a large gulp and letting out a sharp breath as he set the glass on the table behind him. He slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, keeping her close as they waited for Jughead to say something. (Y/N) settled further into Sweet Pea’s body, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. Sweet Pea’s fingers found hers around her waist, and he gripped them tightly, essentially locking her against his body as her head rested on his chest.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead paced the center of the room, chewing on his fingernails as he thought. Sweet Pea carefully watched him, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his nerves started to get the better of him. Jughead was nervous, and it was putting Sweet Pea on edge. He didn’t like how Jughead was acting.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got something to say, Jones?” Sweet Pea asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the smaller boy. Jughead glanced his way, his shoulders tense. Sweet Pea sighed, trying to act nonchalant as he rolled his eyes. "Spit it out, man.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sighed, a hand running down his face in exhaustion. His fingers gripped his jaw, his eyes downcast as he prepared to speak. Sweet Pea’s shoulders straightened, knowing this would be a colossal information bomb. His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, and his body shifted slightly as Jughead began to speak.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies have been released,” Jughead announced, pausing to let the information sink in. Whispers erupted around the bar, each Serpent now suddenly on edge. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)'s spine straighten against his chest, letting a small amount of space take residence between their bodies. Sweet Pea scowled, and his heart hammered in his chest, but he fought with himself to remain centered. He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, not anymore tonight. Jughead held a hand up, silencing the murmuring around him. "They’re attacking Pop’s as we speak. Now, I’ve called my dad, and -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand and taking a step away from her. He felt (Y/N) reach out for him, he heard her quietly ask him to stop talking, but his protective streak pushed away his want to listen to her. So instead, he took a menacing step closer to Jughead, “No, we’ve gotta do something. We can’t let them just storm back into town like they own the place, okay? We can’t allow that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re not doing anything, Sweet Pea.” Jughead sternly said, pointing a finger in his direction as he raised a brow at him. "We’re going to lay low, okay?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea scoffed, rolling his eyes as he squared his shoulders, preparing to go head-to-head with Jughead over the matter. "You’re really just gonna make us sit here and do nothing? No, not me. I can’t just sit here -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead rushed Sweet Pea, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and forcing him into the column behind him. Sweet Pea grimaced as his back made contact with the post, but he kept the pain off his face. Instead, he glared at Jughead, shaking his head as the Jones boy tried to intimidate him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t have a choice, Sweet Pea. You’re staying put.” Jughead shoved against him again, and this time, Sweet Pea retaliated and pushed Jughead off him. Sweet Pea’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he gathered himself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You said it yourself. The Ghoulies are back!” Sweet Pea shouted, standing to his full height and stepping toward Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead shook his head, turning away from Sweet Pea. "We will deal with them. As soon as my dad gets back -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, so you’re not our leader, all of a sudden?” Sweet Pea countered, eyes narrowed as he pointed at Jughead. He watched Jughead’s face fall at his words, which only emboldened him. "Oh, no, that’s right. You’re just the guy that got Fangs shot! You’re just the guy that got my son killed!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Watch it,” Jughead warned, but Sweet Pea barrelled over his words.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And now, Fangs might die! And the Ghoulies are out for our blood because of the drag race you started.” Sweet Pea menacingly said, his finger on Jughead’s chest before he shoved him back. Jughead had planted his feet so he couldn’t stumble backward, but the action did throw his shoulders back.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead fell silent, and in the quiet, Sweet Pea glanced toward (Y/N). Her eyes were focused on the floor, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep her reaction to Sweet Pea’s harsh words inside. Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, his angry stance disappearing instantly when he realized how crass he’d been with his words. Jughead sighed, bringing Sweet Pea’s attention back to him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“An hour. That’s all I’m asking for, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt his walls building back up, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Jughead. He needed space; he needed time away from everyone. He marched toward the back door, fist pounding on the post Jughead had pinned him to as he passed it. He heard the shocked whispers and exclamations at his revelation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The Ghoulies coming back was just the icing on the cake, another thing he had to worry about. Another thing he had to protect (Y/N) from. He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a deep breath of the crisp April air. His back collapsed against the brick wall before his shoulders slumped forward as he braced his hands on his knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea closed his eyes and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for being so cruel in how he spoke about (Y/N)'s miscarriage. He knew he hurt her. He knew his unexpected words ripped open the incredibly fresh wound of losing their unborn child. God, why did he have to do that? Why was he always saying the wrong thing?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door opened and softly shut beside him, a stark contrast to his entrance into the alley. He knew immediately who it was, even if she hadn’t spoken yet. Even as a Serpent, (Y/N) was always so much more gentle than anyone he knew. She was too good to be a Serpent, but it was her right to be one. The Serpents raised her; she wouldn’t be where she was today if it weren’t for them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now, Sweets, but I think you should apologize to Jug.” (Y/N) softly said. Sweet Pea sighed, and his head hung lower, shame rolling through his body. Just another emotion he had to pack away for the night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea steeled himself, letting his shoulders straighten, so his entire back rested on the brick behind him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his eyes wander toward the sky. He could see Orion's Belt, one of the only constellations he knew. Of course, he wouldn’t know any of them if it weren’t for his first date with (Y/N). She had convinced him to go stargazing, laying out an old, tattered blanket on the edge of Sweetwater River with their Serpent jackets as pillows as she pointed out all the different constellations. Sweet Pea’s head lolled on his shoulder, eyes immediately finding (Y/N)'s. She was leaning against the brick with one shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered up at him through wet lashes. She had been crying, and Sweet Pea started spiraling into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea dryly chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to her, mimicking her stance. "I should apologize to you first.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, nodding as she bit her lips. She reached out and took Sweet Pea’s hand, her hand so small compared to his. "While I would appreciate an apology, Jug is our honorary leader. He’s under a lot of stress right now. We all are, and you lashing out at him isn’t helping. He comes first right now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea immediately said, shaking his head as he stood up off the wall. He stepped closer to (Y/N), his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he urged her to meet his eyes. "You’ll always come first for me, (Y/N). Baby, I hurt you, and I am so fucking sorry. God, I’m sorry.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stared up at him, her eyes still rimmed with redness from the emotions of the night’s events. The corners of her eyes were starting to become irritated, a sign that she had been wiping her tears far too often. Sweet Pea’s face softened, and his eyes dropped to her neck, where a single chain hung. One of his rings was looped around it, a sign that she was forever his. He wanted her to wear it on her finger, but the drastic difference in the sizes of their hands wouldn’t easily allow that, so they opted for her to wear it around her neck. Regardless, however she wore it, it was still a symbol that she was it for him. He just hoped that he was it for her, that he was the one she would spend her life with.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you are.” (Y/N) said, her fingers squeezing his as she sighed. "And, yeah, I’m pissed as hell at you, but you coming back to me is more important. I hope you know that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he struggled to grasp how mature (Y/N) was acting about everything. God, if he were her, he’d be giving her the silent treatment into the next century. He knew that anything he said next would be matched with a wise statement, conveying how much she loved him with such pretty words. Sweet Pea reached out and pulled her closer to him by her waist, the cool leather of her jacket feeling like ice against his hot skin before he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. (Y/N) sighed against his mouth, the hand not holding his wrapping around his head to weave into his hair. She hummed, her eyes shut as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. A small smile danced on her lips, the first one that Sweet Pea had seen all night, and he felt his lips twitch to return it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, now that that’s settled, let’s go apologize to Jug, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes peering up at him with nothing but love.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned, throwing his head back in faux anguish. "You’re really gonna make me apologize to Jones? C’mon, baby, stop bein’ mean to me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, biting her lip as she watched the playful boy she knew return. Everything had been so emotional, so serious, and Sweet Pea was grateful for this small break from it all. (Y/N) always knew how to make him feel better, even if his mood was to come back two minutes later. The couple reentered the Wyrm, (Y/N) intent on having Sweet Pea apologize to Jughead, but he was nowhere to be found. A part of Sweet Pea was relieved; he wasn’t sure he had it in him to apologize for wanting to defend and avenge his lost son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead got the hour he wanted from Sweet Pea because it was near that long before he returned to the Whyte Wyrm, this time with Toni and Cheryl Blossom in tow. Sweet Pea hadn’t even noticed that Toni had left the Wyrm. (Y/N) had settled onto the pool table, sitting on the edge as Sweet Pea circled it with his pool cue in hand, but his movements ceased when Jughead threw open the doors with a newfound determination in his steps. Sweet Pea warily glanced toward (Y/N), rounding the table to stand beside her as his hand found its home on her thigh. (Y/N) immediately placed her hand over his, and Sweet Pea knew that Jughead’s anxious entrance had her throwing up her defenses. Something terrible had happened.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead found his way to the middle of the bar, again taking center stage as he prepared to drop even more news on the Serpents waiting for his command. Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched slightly as Jughead paced, and it never relaxed as Jughead spoke.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies aren’t the only ones on the loose tonight,” Jughead announced, beginning his speech. Out of the corner of his eye, Sweet Pea saw (Y/N) turn her face toward him, her brows furrowed in questioning and a silent plea for him to keep his anger in check. His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to the Jones boy. Jughead had paused, looking at the Serpents around him. "Penny Peabody has made a return to Riverdale, and she captured Toni. I was only able to get her back on one condition: We rumble with the Ghoulies at dawn, or we ship out, and they get Sunnyside. She wants the Southside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead could hardly finish his sentence before an uproar started throughout the small crowd of Serpents. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)’s hand tighten over his, and he could see her body stiffen with fear. He had to admit that Jughead’s words sent a wave of panic down his spine, but he covered it with a hardened stare directed at the Jones boy. Sweet Pea’s eyes swept over the Serpents surrounding him, and he knew he had to speak up. They were tired of folding at other people's hands; they had to fight. They had to protect what was theirs. They’d already lost so much, they couldn’t just hand Penny Peabody the Southside like wounded puppies.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea opened his mouth to speak, but Jughead decided to voice his opinion on Penny’s ultimatum before anyone could get a word out. "Now, we don’t need anyone else getting hurt, not after tonight. I don’t see another way to avoid that, so I vote that we try to stall her until we can -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, just as he had done earlier. He knew the power of his voice, how much that one word could instill fear in others, and he watched as Jughead’s eyes flew to him in questioning. Sweet Pea gave (Y/N)’s leg one last squeeze before he stepped away from her and into the small circle Jughead stood in. "It’s time we end the Ghoulie scourge and that traitor, Penny Peabody, permanently.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead had backed up, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Sweet Pea attempt to rally the troops. His eyes narrowed at the tall Serpent, “Sweet Pea, two hours ago, your fight was with Reggie Mantle. Now you want us to go to war over territory that we don’t even control anymore? This is Hiram Lodge’s problem, not ours.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, you’re just gonna hand over Sunnyside Trailer Park, our home, to Penny and the Ghoulies?” Toni spoke up, standing from her seat beside Cheryl to join Sweet Pea’s opposition against their honorary leader.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Toni, I don’t want us to die. A rumble with the Ghoulies right now? It’s a suicide run.” Jughead said, taking long strides to stand before her. Sweet Pea’s fists clenched by his sides, his hand itching to reach for his switchblade, but he knew he couldn’t threaten Jughead. Serpent Law wouldn’t allow it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s better than a coward’s death.” Sweet Pea lowly said, opting to fight with his words over his switchblade. "Don’t we have to defend ourselves?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Calm yourself -- “ Jughead began, invading Sweet Pea’s space with a finger pointed in his face. Sweet Pea snarled, eager to use his fists in place of his words if it came to it, but the Serpent King seemingly materialized out of the shadows, ending the skirmish between Sweet Pea and Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s enough!” FP Jones’ voice sounded, his tone loud and resounding in the small space of the Whyte Wyrm. Sweet Pea’s head flew over his shoulder, piercing eyes finding FP as he entered the circle in which Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Toni were facing off. His face was solemn as he looked at the Serpents around him, and Sweet Pea felt his heart drop. FP was the Serpent King for so many reasons, one being that he could hide his emotions as if it were second nature. But, Sweet Pea could see it in his eyes as he took slow, calculated steps into the middle of the Serpents. Something was wrong.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP sighed, his eyes meeting Jughead’s as he spoke. "I just got a call from the Sheriff’s office. Fangs, uh . . . “ FP trailed off, sharply inhaling as he shook his head. "He didn’t make it. He’s gone.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s shoulders slumped, and his gaze immediately fell on (Y/N). She looked pale as a ghost, and he knew she was blaming herself. If her jumbled words earlier that night weren’t proof enough of that, her glassy eyes and shaky hand covering her mouth as her head shook were a dead giveaway. Sweet Pea thickly swallowed, immediately disregarding all ill feelings toward Jughead as he crossed the small space and joined (Y/N), holding her tightly against his side as Jughead asked his father for confirmation that Fangs really was dead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP nodded, stepping closer to his son with a new fire in his eyes. "And we will mourn him, hell yeah, we will. But first, we will honor him.” Sweet Pea let his eyes meet Jughead’s, a silent agreement to put their differing views behind them to follow FP’s command. (Y/N) let quiet sobs rack through her body, her face buried in Sweet Pea’s chest as FP continued to speak. "From what I just heard, it sounds like we need to put it to a vote. All those against going to war with the Ghoulies?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A deafening silence settled over the Serpents, each filled with such fury toward Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s son’s deaths that they wouldn’t even dare think of anything other than vengeance. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) grip the fabric of his shirt in her fists, but she found it within herself to face the Serpents. He watched as her face darkened, her teeth grinding as her eyes narrowed. He could practically see as her grief morphed into something much more sinister and twisted than he felt as he trashed the school. Sweet Pea had never seen such a furious expression on someone’s face, but he felt inspired by it. He wanted to match it, to feel what she felt as they burned Riverdale to the ground.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And all those for giving them hell on the battlefield tomorrow?” FP offered the other solution, his arm raising as his hand formed the sign of the Serpents. One by one, every Serpent in the room mirrored his stance. (Y/N)’s hand was the first one up, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms. She was going to do some incredible damage tomorrow, and something in Sweet Pea churned with fear, but the instinct that kept him alive, that core feeling always lingering beneath the surface, told him that he was going to do the same. They lost their son in one of the most brutal ways possible, and they would do anything to avenge him.

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