Female characters x Reader (You)

Cheryl Blossom - Vanilla and Cherries.

The beat of the loud music came from the speaker echoed the entire place caused you a sharp pain of dizziness inside your head.

You were barely paying attention at what's happening around you.

It was a blur.

You saw some movements, jumping and dancing, flashes of yellow and the smell of vanilla and cherries.

You inhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself and trying to focus. You can feel the soreness at the back of your throat, so you hope to ease it with a cool water as you slowly grab the bottle beside you.

Your hands were shaking.

Cheryl's loud voice beside you caused you to flinch, holding back a groan when another of sharp pain shot right inside your head.

Cheryl sighed loudly, "This is hopeless." She crossed her arms on her chest, "Start again!" She hollered, frowning while watching the girls take their place to start another routine. "Look at them," she shook her head, "What do you think, Y/N/N?" She turned her head at you, asking for your input.

Her postures relaxed slightly, uncrossing her arms slowly when she finally take a good look at you and realized your unusual silence, "Hey," she put a hand on your shoulder in concern.

People wouldn't believe the sight if it weren't for the fact that you are one of those people that Cheryl Blossom does not despise. You're her best friend and favorite person beside her twin brother, she cared for you.

You're one of the reason she was still here, fighting after everything that had happened to her with you as her anchor. You accepted her as she is, though there was a few fights about her character.

You gulped before looking at her, forcing a smile. "They are good. Just need to fix their tempo and improve a little bit more, Cher." You weren't paying attention and didn't really understand what you were saying, it was like an automatic respond.

Cheryl scooted closer to you and wrapped her arm around your back, "Y/N/N, you're quiet than usual. What's wrong?" She stroke your clothed arm softly.

"Nothing's wrong, Cher. I'm just tired, I guess." You shrugged slowly, careful enough to not show any pain on your expression.

There was another thud when some of the girls bumped into each other, making another mistake from their routine causing Cheryl to sigh loudly - bringing her attention away from you. "I didn't have to look to know that was another failure from all of you hopeless creatures." She rolled her eyes.

You breathed out gently, "Cher." You mumbled in protest at the choice of her words and slowly making your way forward.

You told them you wanted to demonstrate, to show them the right way of the team's routine - ordering some of the girl to help you.

Your body were heavy, it was like there was something holding you back, ready to pull you down.

"Y/N, you're burning up." Betty's eyes widened in concern when she took her place to help you, rubbing your shoulder worriedly.

Veronica shared the same concern when she cupped your neck and placed her hand on the skin to feel the temperature.

Cheryl's eyes twitched at the over friendly gestures as she watched you with her arms crossed, not happy at the sight.

She was always overprotective over you. She had to share you with the other girls and she doesn't like it. Cheryl Blossom does not share.

You waved their concern away with a smile, "I'm fine. Come on, you wouldn't want to spend another hour on practice, would you?"