Riverdale's Queen Cheryl News

(A/N) hey look y’all wanted more choni i am merely delivering what the masses want. also i’m drunk. hi

Read it on ao3

Pairing: Toni Topaz x Cheryl Blossom

Word Count: 1,817

Rating: M

Warnings: a little smoochin’, a lotta gay overused tropes

Summary: “This is childish,” Cheryl says before taking a slow sip of her stupidly strong mixed drink. “Scared I’ll dare you to kiss me, Bombshell?” Toni taunts, drinking her beer with a smirk. Cheryl rolls her eyes. “Scared I’ll kiss you and you’ll be begging for more.”

OR: Toni and Cheryl are at a party. Things happen.

So, to be honest, Cheryl doesn’t quite hate Toni Topaz as much as she’d initially thought. The bitch was irritating, yeah, and seemed to love teasing Cheryl. That much hasn’t changed since their somewhat friendship began. (Not that she’s complaining; she loves her banter with Toni just as much as she loves their sort of serious deep emotional conversations about their lives.)

Jughead, Betty, Kevin, Archie, and Veronica are, naturally, ALL OVER their sudden alliance as soon as Cheryl sits down with them at lunch. Well, sat down next to Toni at the end of the table, where there was hardly any room to begin with. This lack of room resulted in her sort of sitting on Toni’s lap, and maybe Cheryl kind of liked the pink blush that darkened her cheeks.

It started with odd glance across the room or the flash of a grin caught in the corner of his eye.  The bitching across the halls all but stopped, something was up.

Then the incident, that sent Kevin’s gay-dar into overdrive, happened…

Lunch had been its perfectly normal clique orientated ritual ; Kevin was sat with bughead and varchie dealing with their usual drama filled lives when none other than the Cheryl blossom decided to take a seat at the table, despite it being a rarity this was not outside of the Redheaded queen of drama’s usual behaviour. Then it got weird.    

“and what might we have done to be graced with a visit from non other than Cheryl blossom herself ?” veronica had questioned a tad sarcastically  before popping a grape In her mouth,

“nothing in particular my vixen friend,” Kevin almost spat out his food,this was weird.

“wait,” Jughead had scoffed “that was it ? no bitchy comeback or sarcastic reply?”

“Nope” she had SMILED popping the p, what was happening?

“well this is new,” betty had added optimistically, quirking an eyebrow.

After that the group had carried on their previous conversation (something about Archie wanting to work on his music , Kevin wasn’t really paying attention at this point) with Cheryl adding to it here and there, something was definitely off.  Then it happened.

A light smile adorned her face as she watched someone walk by and a blush started to creep up her neck as she completely zoned out of the conversation.  

“ugh, I my spoons bent,” miss lodge had complained sliding out of her seat, “ I’ll have to get a new one.”

“ A bit like me…” Cheryl had smiled loud enough for the whole group to hear eyes still fixed on the person. Crash! Kevin whipped round to see Toni Topaz bent over her fallen food tray having walked into a pole, Grinning like a 5 year old.

The fuck was happening?

It was only when Jughead’s loud “what?” stopped Cheryl smiling at toni that she looked back towards the group her face paling, “oh um got to go toodles, ” and with that she was off.

“Well that was strange…”

Kevin was on a mission. It was 5th period, English.  Kevin was two rows behind his target- Toni Topaz.  Something was up with her and it was his job as an honorary gay to find  out what…

Toni walked out of English a slight skip in her step, she couldn’t stop grinning as she rounded the corner and ducked into the janitors closest.

And  then there she was, fiery red hair,  eyes dragging up Toni’s

form, lips twisting into a  small smile when she met the smaller girls gaze.  “ why hello cha cha,” she stepped closer with each word,

“what can I do for…” her breath was gentle against her lips “you?”  

Toni felt  a cocky Smirk spread over her face as she watched the redheads velvet eyes glance down at her lips and search her face with need before delving into hers, “well miss bombshell,” she leant forward and whispered, breath hot against Cheryl’s ear, “there is only one thing I would like you to do….” Cheryl’s breathing was unsteady as Toni met her gaze,  “me.” Her pupils spread like blots of ink.  

It was an earth shattering kiss that made Toni’s knee’s weak with anticipation. They’re lips moulded together perfectly as she backed her up against the wall.   Nipping at her bottom lip and Chastely kissing her before trailing kisses along her knife edged jaw line; seeking out her pulse point as Cheryl weaved her fingers into the her hair. Breath hitching when Cheryl let out a satisfied moan As Toni sucked and nipped feverishly at her neck.

“oh my god!”  Kevin yelped from behind them as pushed the open the door and slammed it closed again.

“oh shit” Cheryl hissed “what if he says something?”

Toni smoothed down her girlfriends top  “he’ll be fine we’ll just tell him the truth, he’ll understand.”  She gave Cheryl one final peck before venturing into the hallway to find Kevin and drag him into the closest.  

“I mean I’ve had my suspicions but I never thought you’d actually” he smiled stumbling slightly over his words as he gestured to them. Cheryl had her arm protectively wrapped round Toni’s waist.

“How did? When?”  

“Two weeks ago,” Toni smiled “we didn’t want anyone to know because well..”  

“my mother is an unaccepting prostitute who has no concept of love.” Cheryl finished.  

“so this closest became our little meet up after school,” The small girl gestured, “ so you just come in here to hook up?” he grinned

“well not exactly it started out because we would wait in here so we wouldn’t be seen leaving together…because that would be Sapphic” Cheryl reddened slightly at Toni’s words, “than it got a little more …heated.”

Just a little choni one shot picking up from the diner scene from 2x14 

Cheryl furiously wipes at the tears welling in her eyes with her free hand. She can’t believe she just told sapphic serpent Toni Topaz the one secret she’s been keeping for almost five years. Sapphic, maybe that’s why she told her, Cheryl laughs sourly to herself. She takes a moment to gather her composure before snipping away with as much spite her voice can muster which isn’t much at the moment, to be honest. “Don’t expect this to be a regular thing, you just caught me at an emotional time.” She primps and preens, cleaning the smudged mascara, wiping away the lone tear stain that fell down her cheek, all in an effort to save face. This was not signature Cheryl Bombshell behavior, and she refused to let one evening of insecurity destroy the fierce, stone cold personality she spent years building up. All for what? Cause she’s feeling lonely. Get over it. Cheryl Blossom, top of Riverdale High’s social ladder can’t be bothered to feel such things. She’s the ‘it’ girl, the queen bee. People in her position aren’t supposed to be sad and lonely, they are the ones surrounded by followers, people who want to be her, to date her, however superficial it may be.  Cheryl may have spent the whole evening with Toni, but that didn’t make them friends. Blossom’s don’t associate with snakes. Although, Cheryl wonders why now she’s so attached to the family name when she was so eager to be stript of it just the other week. A defense mechanism perhaps, after the way she opened up so quickly, so earnestly, so willingly. Five years she Cheryl had kept that secret. Half the people who knew were dead, leaving only herself and her mother. Lord knows Mrs. Blossom wasn’t going to be spreading this gossip. She had been so careful for five years, and all it took was one evening with some Southside serpent to unveil her deepest darkest memory. Cheryl felt uneasy thinking about what this fact meant. The truth, her truth was out there, in the hands of a snake. All the internal musings and the physical reactions screaming to tread lightly, rebuild the walls, made Cheryl jump into defense mode. “Don’t expect this to be a regular thing, you just caught me at an emotional time.” Her voice, though missing its usual bite, never wavered. Strong enunciated words that cut the air between them. “I wouldn’t expect any less.” Toni pulls back, arms up in mock surrender. The way she reacts catches Cheryl off guard. Much like in the restroom earlier that morning, Toni seemed unphased by Cheryl’s venom, immune to the power of her hard stare and cutthroat dialogue.  Cheryl merely swallows hard in response, her composure once again cracking under Toni’s kind gaze. “Good.” Any further attempt at words would only give way to the dam of emotions rushing through her head.  “Let me ask you this though, while you are in this emotional state,” Toni begins, slowly inching closer to Cheryl, “why do you feel the need to shut everyone out? Including yourself."  She adds those two words softly, having a good idea of the kind of internal struggle Cheryl must be having with herself regarding this information. She had been there herself once. It was so blunt, Cheryl wasn’t used to getting spoken to like that, in a way that was both direct and stern, but also held so much empathy. Few people ever dared speak to Cheryl like that, Veronica and Josie for example. However, both of them lacked the balance between straight shooter and caring friend that Toni expressed in literally every word she’s spoken to her this evening.  'You’re sensational’ rings in Cheryl’s ears, those two words echoing like a mantra in her mind. A word she’s never heard anyone describe her as before. Sensational, producing a startling effect, strong reaction, or intense interest. What makes Toni so interested in Cheryl in the first place? Could she tell she had a secret to hide? Her gaydar somehow sensing there was more to Cheryl’s story than she let on. And why does she care that she’s closed off? She wants nothing more than to angrily throw these questions Toni’s way, but the soft ringing of 'you’re not loveless, you’re not deviant’ stops her. If she could just believe those words for a moment… "I’m scared.” A whisper. The truth. Two words that show more vulnerability than she’s allowed all evening. Cheryl inhales deeply, the feeling of wet tears rolling down her face, and Toni’s warm hand once again wrapped around her own is all she can focus on.  It’s a precarious moment between the two of them. Sitting in the middle of the counter at Pop’s diner, surrounded by students and families enjoying their dinner. Cheryl feels both isolated and encompassed from the weight of her words. The contact between them acting as an axis between her own burden, and Toni’s liberation. A transfer of power in process. Cheryl takes a few moments to regulate her physical reactions, steady her breathing, relax her shoulders, unclench her jaw. A wave of relief washes down her spine allowing her to sit up straighter. Meanwhile Toni is silent and patient. Her thumb slowly gliding over Cheryl’s knuckles. Her gentle gaze fixated on Cheryl’s eyes, waiting for contact.  Two more words leave Cheryl’s mouth in that moment, and she’s shocked to hear them, by the look on Toni's face more so than she is, “help me."  Is it a question or a command? It’s hard to say. Inflection teetering in the edge, the crack in Cheryl’s voice merely adding to the confusion. Two words that reveal more about Cheryl as a person, than perhaps the whole story she just told. Help me. Cheryl was not one to ask for help from anyone, a strong independent woman who saw others as unnecessary obstacles, or so everyone would think. Little did they know about the scared and lonely girl she really was deep down inside. Those two words proved just that.  Toni closes the remaining space between them, which at this point wasn’t much, sitting up against Cheryl, thighs and shoulders pressed together. She cautiously wraps an arm around Cheryl’s waist and waits for the reaction. Anyone’s first guess is an outburst, Cheryl violently distancing herself from the girl spewing obscenities like 'keep your sapphic serpent hands off me’ but she reacts in the last way people would expect.  Cheryl leans her head on Toni’s shoulder and draws at the hand resting on her hip. If it weren’t for the fact they were still sitting on stools, Cheryl would have fully turned into the embrace, needing a hug right now more than anything, but she’ll take whatever contact she can get at this point.  It’s quiet. Nothing but the muffled sounds of the other diner patrons mulling in the background. Cheryl appreciates the silence, wanting to revel in Toni’s company rather than begin an intense therapy session. They sit for what feels like hours, holding on to each other, no words passed between them. In reality, only a few minutes fall off the clock, but it’s enough.  Toni breaks the silence accidentally, by slurping the rest of her milkshake. Cheryl raises her head, giving Toni a meek glare, to which Toni quietly mouths "sorry."  Cheryl rolls her tongue across her bottom lip, words caught, and she’s not sure if she should voice them. "You know, you’re not so bad…for a serpent.” Cheryl adds as an afterthought, still trying to hold herself on a higher power position despite the low she’s been riding on through this evening.  “That’s almost a compliment.” Toni teases, lightening the mood around them. “You should be so lucky to receive such high praise from the queen of Riverdale.” Cheryl mocks along. Playing up her pretentious nature by fanning herself. Toni steals a fry from Cheryl’s plate, as hers were already eaten, and points it in Cheryl’s direction using it like a wand for emphasis. “Not so fast, queen of North side sure. But where I’m from,” referring to the south side, “I run things.” “I thought Jughead was your fearless leader.” Cheryl counters. “Pfft so he thinks. I’m the one really in control of those boys.” Toni alludes to her gang of misfits, which includes Fangs and Sweetpea. Cheryl’s almost impressed. “So, we have more in common than you’d think.” She muses with a small grin, tongue caught between her teeth. Toni finally takes a bite of the fry she’s been waving around. She mulls over Cheryl’s words. She’s not sure if she intended them to be so, dare she think, flirtatious, but given the context of their earlier conversation, Toni entertains the thought for a moment. “Seems like it.” She steals another fry, narrowly escaping Cheryl’s unappreciative swat. With all the heaviness out of the air, the two continue to enjoy their meal in each other’s company. Laughter ringing out every now and then. They end up staying and talking for hours, the crowd thinning around them until they were the only two left in the diner.  “We’re about to close up ladies, anything I can do for you before you go?” The friendly voice of Pop Tate pulls them out of their conversation. They look around and notice the empty tables for the first time. Cheryl’s almost embarrassed about the situation, but internally she’s elated that someone actively chose to spend that much time with her. She can’t remember the last time she went out with a friend, maybe that’s because Cheryl didn’t really have any. Sure, there was Josie, and even Veronica at times, but they both exist within other tighter knit relationships, Josie with the pussycats, though less so as of late, she did happen to be spending an awful lot of time with Reggie, and did she see her with Kevin earlier? And Veronica had Betty, Archie, and even Jughead. They exist without her.  Since Jason’s death, Cheryl hasn’t really had anyone to just hang out with. It’s like the only time anyone comes around is in the aftermath if a tragedy. They came around after hearing about Jason’s death, they surround her after Nick St. Clair tries to rape her, they even save her from herself when she tries to commit suicide, but where are they when there isn’t some outright tragedy to stir their concern? Why doesn’t anyone want to just be with Cheryl in the regular old, mundane moments?  The real question Cheryl should be pondering right now rather, was why did Toni want to spend those uneventful times with her? When Toni first spoke to her in the bathroom this morning, she didn’t know Cheryl’s tragic backstory. At the movies, she didn’t ask her to join her out of pity, despite Cheryl revealing some rather sad information. No, she actually wanted to spend time with Cheryl.  “Should we call it a night?"  Cheryl asks timidly. It’s late, but she doesn’t want the night to end. They obviously have to leave here, so maybe it is best to pack it up and go home.  Toni slumps back on her stool. "I guess we should.” There’s a sadness to her tone that Cheryl doesn’t pick up on. It seems she didn’t want the night to end just yet either. They gather up their things, pay their tabs, and exit the diner, the bell behind them loudly ringing in the quiet night. Toni walks with Cheryl to her car. “Here give me your phone.” She commands Cheryl holding her hand out. Cheryl does as she’s told, silently eyeing Toni the whole time. Toni enters her number in the new contact screen. “Seriously a snake.” Cheryl laughs heartily upon seeing the snake emoji at the end of Toni’s name.  “What I figured you were onto that sort of thing.” Toni shrugs laughing along. “Cheryl Bombshell”  She was definitely going to add the cherry and bomb emojis behind Cheryl’s name in her phone, just you wait. “We should do this again sometime. That is of you’re ever willing to associate with a serpent.” Toni suggests, understanding the conflict of social hierarchy. Cheryl hums and pretends to mull it over, not wanting to seem too eager, but the wide smile never leaves her face. “I think that can be arranged."  They stand in an awkward silence for a moment, both unsure of how to say goodbye. "Drive safe.” Toni speaks up pointing to the car behind Cheryl.  Cheryl turns around, “oh right, you too.” She opens her door, though not moving to get in. “Thanks for tonight.” Cheryl speaks in earnest.  “Anytime.” Toni nods. “I’d hug you, but I’m not sure–” and before she can continue that thought, Cheryl cuts her off by wrapping her arms around Toni’s shoulders and burying her face in her neck. Toni reciprocates the action, wrapping her arms around Cheryl’s waist.  Cheryl clings to Toni’s shirt longer than she probably should, but Toni doesn’t think anything of it, understanding that Cheryl needs this. When they break apart, Toni throws a wink Cheryl’s way. “Don’t forget to text me so I’ve got your number too.” She points to the phone in Cheryl’s hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow."  And with those words, Cheryl nods and sinks into her car. She doesn’t even wait till she gets home to type out a message. ’I’m thinking, lunch tomorrow, I just might be able to make time for a snake.’ She puts the phone down and starts the car, not expecting a response right yet, but just before she can put the car in reverse, her phone buzzes.

Toni Topaz lights up on the screen: Sounds like a date Miss Bombshell

The three dots signaling Toni was typing again show up under the text bubble, and Cheryl can feel the nerves rising with every passing second.

Relax, I mean it sounds like a plan, poor choice of words…unless you’re into it ;P  kidding, but I had a really nice time tonight, hoping we can be friends?

Think about it, when’s the last time we saw Cheryl with Gia and Tina (or whatever her minions names were) or even her with Josie? I think it’s safe to assume aside from her brother, Cheryl never really had any true friends. As much as she’s cold and cruel to the core four, you can tell she sees the friendship they all have and she’s insanely jealous, and she wants nothing more than to be a part of that. Then comes the events at Sweetwater River where they save her, and Cheryl must think, if only for a moment that things would change, they are finally gonna be her friends. But no, they all leave her to go to the jubalee instead. Imagine how devastated Cheryl must have been on that moment. No wonder she went crazy and torched Thornhill. She’s desperate for love and to be cared for, and the only time she can seem to get that attention is when tragedy happens. (Susiside attempt, rape attempt, etc.)

her brother and only friend is fucking dead

why? because her dad fucking KILLED him 

and then her dad commited suicide (???) which she possibly had to witness 

her mom continued to favor her dead murderous dad over cheryls wellbeing 

dick st clair tried to rape her if u didnt think her life was already traumatizing enough 

she survived a suicide attempt ?? not to mention her mom basically TOLD her to kill herself 

You do not realize it until they are out of your reach. You realize that you are in love with them when you can’t see them. When you miss them all the time. When your heart feels like it’s broken, yet you haven’t dated yet. When you can’t stop thinking of them. When you smile because of them. When what you look forward to every day is seeing them. When their hugs are the best damn things in this world. When a single kiss makes you feel like you are flying. When your heart never slows its rapid beating around them. When you hate seeing them cry. When you get super jealous but not suspicious. When there is nothing that they could do to make you not love them. When their flaws are what you love most. When you just want them to be happy. Because I’m your eyes no matter what they deserve to be happy. Even if they aren’t with you.