#riverdale cheryl

[cheryl-lindonaa]

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Archie: okay time to look in the suggestion box…Y/N why did you write change Cheryl’s name to Cherry?

Y/N: cause she’s sweet as one

Cheryl: aww I love you too baby

She hugs them tightly from behind…

Y/N: also Cherry Blossom makes more sense that Cheryl Blossom

Cheryl:

Archie: you know they’re not wrong

[peeptheaesthetic]

Riverdale hate watcher from day one, kinda sad to see it end.

[blogginthewind]

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?”

[zeustya]

❛ ✦ / 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗲・ 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 ✦ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐟𝐩'𝐬 ✧ ៸៸ 𝙱𝚈 𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰 . 𖣗 ⤸ ﹫ᴢᴇᴜsᴛʏᴀ ⸝⸝ ˖ ੭ ! ❪ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝗈𝗋 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲/𝘂𝘀𝗲 ﹏۵٠｡

[ihaveadarkness]

Cheryl Blossom ~ Riverdale season 6

[20-08-99]

I need to know what shade Cheryl’s lipstick is on season 7!!!!!

[jordancallowayswife]

😩😭y'all I am a literal simp over this man lol

[crimson-lilly]

~ Wardrobe Appreciation: Cheryl Blossom ~

Outfits: Cheryl Blossom 6x01

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madelaine petsch icons

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[ronniespep]

GUYS??

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LESBIANSSSSSSSS

[bigpimpingwhore]

They shouldn’t have sang “the end of the world” by Rob Dickinson in the final episode of riverdale season 6.

Cheryl is literally saving the fucking world give her a Madonna solo like she deserves and let her sing “4 Minutes” because that is so much more fitting no matter how grave the situation.

[zeustya]

❛ ✦ / 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗲・ 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 ✦ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐟𝐩'𝐬 ✧ ៸៸ 𝙱𝚈 𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰 . 𖣗 ⤸ ﹫ᴢᴇᴜsᴛʏᴀ ⸝⸝ ˖ ੭ ! ❪ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝗈𝗋 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲/𝘂𝘀𝗲 ﹏۵٠｡

[20-08-99]

Are the Riverdale writers trying to end the series with the cringiest cringe the world has ever seen?