Shot Down (AU)
Summary: Your family and the Blossom’s have had a dispute lasting centuries. But when you fall for the daughter, Cheryl, things need to be taken care of.
A/N: These AU’s are so good wtf. Thank you anon :)
Pairing: Cheryl x reader
Warnings: Love is love, murder
The air was warm at midnight, under the lamppost near Pop’s. You stood in a trenchcoat, with the collar popped up, shielding the back of your head. Being part of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale meant people wanted money, and business. As cars rolled by, your shoulders tensed. Then, hands were between your blades, putting pressure on the tight muscles. You turned your head to see Cheryl Blossom in the same attire.
You let out a deep breath and pulled her into a kiss. You two had a forbidden love, being from prestigious families. Your families had been cut throat all your lives, threatening each other. As you two pulled away, you took her hand and walked into the forest, taking off your coats. You two held hands as you reached Sweetwater. The moon shone on the frozen over lake, and it was beautiful. Cheryl put a hand on your back and slowly led you to the ice. She took a shy step on the ice, testing the stability, then fully stepped on.
She turned around to you, holding a hand out. You shook your head, hesitant, before she grabbed your hand and yanked you on. Cheryl started laughing as you two slipped on the ice, hand in hand. As you two got to the other side of the ice, you noticed a light coming from the woods. It turned into two, then three, then multiple lights you couldn’t count. Cheryl turned to you, backing up to the other side of the woods.
You two split up. Weaving, bobbing, dodging trees and patches of ice. Trying to stay clear of the lights. Heavy panting was leaving clouds of fog in trails as you ran. Heavy footsteps followed in heat, and you turned around to face the light.
That night was the last time Cheryl saw you. At school, she stared at your locker longingly. She called your phone hundreds of times. And the worst thing of it all was she couldn’t say anything. With the mutual hatred, if Cheryl even spoke your name, her parents would disown her.
This went on for weeks. Panic attacks struck her every night. She searched the woods high and low. Your parents sent out missing person flyers. Then, one tragic day, Jughead Jones approached Cheryl in the hallway.
“Hey, you need to come with me.”
Before she could make a snappy remark, Jughead held up a hand for her to pause.
“It’s regarding… (Y/N).”
And like that, Cheryl took his hand, looking him in the eye.
“Bring me wherever the hell you need me.”
In the Blue and Gold room, the sad breakfast club sat on couches, an empty cushion in the middle. A laptop was in front of them on a coffee table. They looked up, tear stained faces. Veronica couldn’t even meet her eyes before letting out a choked sob. Cheryl felt her heart sink far down, so far she didn’t know she could feel this new arisen anxiety.
Jughead let his arm point to the seat, and Cheryl ran to it. She flopped down and stared at the blank screen, hands clenched into tight fists on her lap. Archie let out a heavy sigh, and leaned forward, starting the video.
It started off just muffled screams. The light came on abruptly. You were beaten and bloodied in a chair, gagged by cloth and tied to the wooden chair. The door opened to see Cheryl’s dad, holding a gun. He paced the room, tapped the gun in the palm of his hand.
“You know, I never would’ve expected my daughter and you… a (Y/L/N), having a fling. It’s disgusting and it’d ruin my family’s reputation. And you knew it. You loved knowing the fact it’d tear us down. So why? Why stay quiet? Answer me!”
Cheryl’s dad ran forward, ripping the gag from your mouth, and holding the gun to your forehead. You let out rough coughs of pain, and looked him in the eye.
“I am in love with your daughter.”
Her father slowly brought his thumb up to cock the gun, quickly tilting it down and pulling the trigger, shooting your thigh. You screamed loud, rough, and agitatedly. Hot tears fell down your face and her dad ripped the gag from your neck and shoved it back in your mouth.
He turned around, pacing the room and talking to himself. He fumbled with the gun, checked the bullets, then abruptly stopped. He turned on his heel, cocked the gun once more, and brought it between your eyes. With a signature Blossom glare, he pulled the trigger.
Cheryl pushed herself back into the couch, gasping, coughing, crying. Her knuckles were white, and the nails digging into her palm made herself bleed. She let out labored breathing and she could barely hear anyone saying her name. Cheryl shook, slowly lowering her head. Everything was muffled, blurry, incomprehensible. She whispered to herself in a quiet voice.
“I love you too.”