Female characters x Reader (You)

Cheryl Blossom - Not alone.

Pairings; Cheryl Blossom x Reader.

Warning; suicide attempt.

This is my first time trying this kind of writing. I didn't write things like this because I was afraid of mispeaking or caused any misunderstandig about sensitive topics (english is not my first language, that's why), I write mostly fluff or angst but I wanted to try if I could make it. I hope it was okay.

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The sight of the famous redhead in her cheerleading uniform brought a cheeky grin on your face, waving your goodbye to Archie before jogging up to her, throwing your arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, Red!" You casually greeted her while smiling at the rest of the girls when they walked passed you, winking playfully at Veronica when you met her eyes.

She smiled and you both started laughing when Archie came up to her from behind in a possesive embrace, glaring at you playfully.

"Ew, Y/N, gross!" Cheryl's voice brought your attention back to your favorite redhead. She threw your sweaty arm off her shoulder, her face scrunched up in disgust.

You faked a sad expression on your face, "Red, can't you be like V? Let me love you~" you sang playfully.

Cheryl packed up her things and rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to let your gross sweaty arms around me, Y/N/N." She threw her towel at you. "Towels existed for a reason. Wipe them off."

You made a face, "I'm not gonna wipe my body and face with your used towel, Blossom." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"What do you take me for?" She glared. "Go shower will ya. You smell." She scrunched her nose while she made her way around you, leaving you behind.

You faked a gasp, "Ouch, Blossom. I'm your best friend. How could you hurt me like that." You ran after her. "As if you're not smelly." You sniffed her playfully and blinked, "What the hell?"

Cheryl smirked, glancing at your frowning face. "I don't smell, Y/L/N."

"More reason to hug you then."

"Hell no."

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The news spread like a wildfire in Riveldale High, the usual HBIC was nowhere to be seen. It was heartbreaking when she acted like she was fine all the time when you knew she was not.

You had searched for her all over the school, despite of how close you two were, you hadn't seen her for weeks. It felt like such a long time without you bothering her like usual.

With you busy with the football team and some club thingy you had joined, and her with the Vixens, it was hard for you both best friends to hangout. You had a few classes with her and most of the time, the interaction you had with her was a few grins, smiles and glances.

You felt bad that you weren't there with her when she needed you the most. No one, beside Jason, had known her for the real Cheryl Blossom.

Despite the HBIC exterior of hers, you knew of her real mask behind all that and had always sworn to yourself to protect her at the beginning of your friendships.

But you failed.

You finally saw her at her locker, her red hair fall flawlessly against her back. You jogged towards the girl, holding your bag straps tightly against your shoulder.

"Cheryl." You paused, eyes meeting the girls behind her and raised your eyebrows silently, nudging them with your chin to leave you both alone.

You rolled your eyes when they giggled, leaving you both in front of her locker.