they get their electricity back. cheryl talks to her parents. major shit going down.

ayoo! i'm back with chapter three. i'm deleting the "cute things" remark on the story summary cuz shit's about to get down and it aint even cute.

anywhozers. smut warning. hee hee enjoy

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There are many things that could make Toni Topaz smile. She is also convinced that she really isn't a hard person to please, growing up with absolutely nothing. In fact, she could name three simple things off the top of her head.

Number three. Photography.

Photography is something she's passionate about. There's something so magical about having the power to freeze time in just one click. Not to mention the art. Toni loves art. She loves how it makes her feel. Free. Unadulterated. Her heart rejoices at the thought of capturing moments, mostly of people she loved. Her friends. And there comes the second thing that makes Toni happy.

The serpents have been her family ever since both her parents died when she was still very young. Being a serpent wasn't something that she thought she would have to be, but is something that is her. She was born to be one. Her parents had been serpents, according to what her grandpa told her. And so it only fits that she was one. And she used to think there was nothing more meant to be for her.

That is until she met Cheryl. Cheryl Blossom, now Cheryl Topaz. Toni still marvels at the fact that her wife was willing to give up her last name for hers.

So no, nothing was more made for her in this world than Cheryl Topaz. Her wife, who is currently dancing around their apartment in nothing but her flannel and underwear, swaying her hips gently to the soft music playing in the background. She had gotten their lights cut back on this morning, since Sweet Pea gave her five hundred dollars from selling her camera.

Toni licks her lips, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of her wife clutching a spatula, using it as a mic to mouth the lyrics of Frank Ocean's Thinkin 'Bout You.

And now she understands what Jason meant about the exhaustion and fatigue leaving the body.

So she likes watching her wife. She's got a hot wife, sue her.

She glances down to the curve of her hips, the way they would move at every sway. The tight red set of underwear hugging the redhead's voluptuous ass. God, she loved that ass.

The redhead danced for a while until she noticed Toni hovering in the doorway. She stopped moving altogether, her face flushing into a deep shade of red that almost matched her hair.

"Baby, what are you doing? How long have you been standing there?" Cheryl steps closer to her nonetheless.

Toni wraps her arms around her wife's waist, her hand tracing the material of her own flannel shirt before leaning in, capturing Cheryl's bottom lip between her own. The brunette moans the moment their lips touched. "You...look good...in my clothes." She says in between sensual pecks. Her hands trailed downwards, cupping one of her most favorite parts of her wife's body. "Or should I say, my clothes look good on you."

"How did you come up with the money to get our lights back on?" Cheryl asks, planting soft kisses on Toni's jaw.

Her jaw tightens. "Sold some stuff I didn't need."

She could feel Cheryl sag against her as she pulls back a little bit. "I don't want you selling your stuff, Toni." She glares at her, her lips moving into a pout.

"Okay, not fair that I'm getting...I'm getting the pout right now." The brunette points a finger to her face playfully. "You sold some of your clothes after we moved in together."

"Those are clothes that I don't even like and don't even wear anymore. They're just a waste of space." Cheryl pouted even more.

"See. Same." Toni dove into the redhead's neck, like she always does whenever she needed to silence her wife. "What are you making?"

Cheryl groans when Toni sunk her teeth on a particular spot in her neck. "M-Mac and cheese."

"You don't wanna eat out?"

"Mmm...maybe I do." Cheryl tugs on the belt hoops of her jeans to pull her closer, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth, before actually snapping the button open with such ease.

Toni pulls back from their heating up make out session. "I'm serious. We can go eat out. I got a couple of hundred bucks from selling some stuff I didn't need. We can call Sweet Pea and Ronnie, make it a double date night?"

Cheryl pauses and Toni could feel the cogs turning inside her wife's head. "I don't want that, babe. I'm happy just to stay in with you."

"I can hear you computing in your head. Don't do that, baby. Please don't worry about it. We've got money for the rest of the bills, and for your textbooks."

"I—That's good, baby. But I really just want to stay in tonight. I promise. We can go out tomorrow, maybe?"

Toni palms her wife's cheek. "Okay."

"How was work?" Cheryl casually pulls back, making her way to the stove to check on the mac n cheese. It's literally the only thing that she can cook. Growing up with a chef to cook for her, Cheryl struggled a little adjusting to having to cook not just her own meals, but also Toni's. But she's learning, slowly getting the hang of it. She's good.

"Same. My idiot boss is still an asshole, still having me fetch his coffee like I'm his secretary or something." Toni sighs pulling out a chair from the breakfast bar. She puts two fingers on her temple, circling it firmly. "Ugh, my head hurts."

Cheryl turns the stove off first, before turning around to face her. "I'm sorry baby. You look mighty tired." She sat on her lap. "Let me make it better." Her breath ghosted Toni's neck. "...I know a very effective way to naturally get rid of a headache…"

Toni's eyes widen at her wife lowering down to sit on her knees. A mixture of love and lust could be seen through the redhead's eyes. Still dazed, Toni lifts herself up to help Cheryl get her jeans off, followed by her underwear.

She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand as Cheryl licks and kisses her inner thigh. "Please, baby."

"Shh...no need to beg. I'm doing this for you. As a reward." And just as Toni was about to raise the question, "for being the best wife in the world."

"That's y—ah! Fuck." Toni's hand immediately grips through red hair, holding in on one bunch to avoid getting it stuck in her face. "Christ Cheryl, that feels so good…" She says just as her wife's tongue swirls through the spot.

Cheryl dips her head even more, her tongue rashly exploring the Toni's insides. She's enjoying how Toni's hips would buck up and writhe off the chair everytime she alternates between sucking her clit and licking her entrance.

"So good, babe." Toni whimpers, biting her bottom lip so hard she could already taste iron, but god, she doesn't care. "More...N-Need more, baby girl."

Then, Toni lets out something that sounds like a cross between a groan and a moan as Cheryl inserted her middle and ring finger in her. The angle is sort of weird, but it still didn't fail to make Toni's head spin. The pounding in her head immediately replaced by stars, floating stars.

Cheryl kept on pumping in and out of her, her tongue never leaving her clit and it wasn't long until the brunette is a trembling mess above her. She sped up her actions, releasing her clit for the first time in what felt like ages, and moans, actually fucking moans filthily, opening her mouth as she feels Toni's walls getting tighter and tighter by the second.

The redhead's lips curved into a smirk. Her wife is close, she could feel it. She connects her tongue to Toni's clit again, before pulling it between her lips. Which was apparently the right thing to do because Toni loses it.

A string of incoherent curse words falling from Toni's mouth, as well her back arching up from the chair indicated a much needed release.

Cheryl raises her head after placing one last kiss on Toni, her face wet of sweat, Toni and her own saliva. She wipes it with the back of her hand before Toni was pulling her up for a kiss.

"That was wild. Thanks, babe."

Cheryl winks at her. "No problem, cutie." She says sweetly, before turning on her heels and making her way to the stove to finish dinner.

Toni was left gaping. She loves her wife so fucking much, god she literally would take a bullet for her right there, right then.

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Cheryl swipes her face with her arm. It's a little hot for April and she definitely made the wrong choice of clothing. In her defense, these were the only ones left that are cool enough for the weather. All her clothes are back at Thornhill and the rest she put online to sell to help with their finances. It wasn't fair that Toni gets to be the only one earning for them. She had to help.

She had just finished class and was waiting for a taxi when she noticed a man in a dark suit, standing by his car. She hugs her book tighter. She could recognize Felix anywhere. God, her parents are lunatics.

You have to be so fucking loose in the mind to even think that sending accomplices to spy on her will suddenly sweep her off her feet.

Cheryl crosses the road, her jaw clenched. That's it. This is where she draws the line.

"Felix." She calls, catching the attention of her father's favorite capo.

"Madame Blossom." He straightens his suit. "I—"

"Ah ah! Save it." She gestures an imaginary zipper. "I know why you're here. Take me to them."

"Excuse me, maam?"

"My nutsy parents. You work for them, right? And you're here to keep an eye on me and get information. So I'm gonna go and talk to them myself."

There was a staring competition between them. Before she noticed him squirming under the redhead's gaze. Bingo.

"Now, you vulture!"

He clears his throat before opening the door for her. "Yes, Miss Blossom."

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Toni balances two trays in one go, the pounding in her head is back more than ever. She's been working for hours and her throat felt dry Pop Tate looks at her and winces. "You okay, Toni?"

Labor wasn't something new to her. She's been working ever since she was twelve. Her grandpa was someone that got sick a lot and most of her earnings during her teenage years pretty much went to hospital bills and his medication. And then she fell in love with photography and the rest of her labor went towards saving up for her camera. Well, the camera that she used to have.

She eyes Sweet Pea from his booth with Veronica. He's been watching her ever since her shift started. "Of course, Pop."

"You don't look too good. Maybe you should go home, take the rest of the afternoon off. I can manage here."

Toni took notice of the slight shake of her hands, making the glasses of milkshake lightly tremble. Toni you weak fool. "No, I'm good. I promise." She gives the old man a weak smile before walking cautiously to the tables. She managed putting down the orders, but Sweet Pea and Pop Tate weren't the only ones who noticed the wobble in her steps as she tries to get back to the counter.

God, her head is pounding like crazy. And she feels so hot, too hot which is weird considering it's only April. She tries to blink it out, what the fuck is happening? Her vision narrows down to Veronica yelling something at Sweet Pea before she feels like there's a massive earthquake happening.

And then there's a massive pressure on the side of her head, too much to keep her eyes open. Her knees gave in and she flails her arms before everything went to black.

"Toni!"

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Cheryl tries to rehearse the things that she's gonna say to her parents during the ride to Thornhill, her former home. It's been a good year ever since she's spoken to them properly, and her nerves are almost getting to her. But a line has to be drawn and it has to be drawn now before her lunatic parents cook up some evil scheme to hurt Toni. She just knows there is something up their sleeve, she is their daughter after all.

Felix opened the door for her and she swallows thickly looking up at the massive mansion that she used to call her home. Balling her fists, she walks directly to the one room she knows they will be. She's sure Felix has already told them she's coming.

Alright, hbic Cheryl. Let's go.

She held the large two doors of Clifford Blossom's office, taking a deep breath before pushing it forcefully.

"Cheryl." Penelope Blossom calls, pulling her reading glasses down to eye her daughter properly. "Prodigal daughter returns." She smirks and Cheryl responded with an eyeroll.

"It's nice to have you back, Pumpkin. What can we do for you?" Clifford asks sweetly, swaying his chair lightly as he leans back to give the same look Penelope is giving her.

"Save it, daddy. I'm not here to play Santa with you. I'm here to tell you that sending your…vulture capos to spy on me and Toni stops now."

"Well we wouldn't have to do it if you return our calls. You still have your phone with you, right? Or you sold it too?" Clifford asks.

"How—" It's pointless to even argue about it. Of course they know about her selling her things. She fists her own hair, letting out a groan in frustration.

"You look skinnier, dear." Penelope adds dramatically. "Does that wife of yours got a real job yet?"

"First of all, I weigh the same as I did before. And second, she does have a job, three to be exact. She's been providing very well for me." Cheryl says firmly.

"Miss Topaz needs to start taking things seriously. Being an all around...errand girl isn't a real job."

Cheryl shoots daggers to her mother. It was more of the way she said errand girl that pissed her off like it's some kind of job to be ashamed for. She's proud of Toni, who she is and what she does. She's tired of talking about this. Toni doesn't deserve this from them.

"Nobody asked for your opinion, mother." Cheryl rolls her eye again. "Toni's my wife. If you want to be in my life, like what you say in your...cryptic messages, then you need to get over your problem with my marriage."

Penelope stands straighter, taking slow steps towards Cheryl. "Cheryl Marjorie Blossom, roll your eyes at me like that again or I swear to you—"

"You'll what?" The young redhead interrupts, adrenaline seem to be running in her veins. "I'm not scared of you anymore, mother. You hold no power over me anymore."

But before her mother could actually raise a hand on her, Clifford gets on his feet, breaking the two women apart. He places a comforting hand on his wife's arm. "Now, now darlings." He leans in to whisper something on Penelope's ear. "Let me handle this."

Cheryl folds her arms in her chest, her face sporting a proud pout.

"I will stop sending Felix to go after you."

Cheryl raises a taunting eyebrow at the man.

"If...you come home."

"Are you crazy? No!" Cheryl exclaims, her face contorting into a look of disgust. "I'm not leaving my wife!"

"I'm not saying Miss Topaz isn't to come with you, dear." Clifford says, trying to stay as calm as possible. "Look, pumpkin we just want you want you to come home." He clears his throat, and honestly, he looks like he's going to shit his pants just trying to get the words out. "We're...we're sorry for judging your marriage and Miss Topaz."

Cheryl scoffs at her father's words. "First of all, daddy, don't call me pumpkin. I'm not five. I'm twenty two years old! Capable of making my own decisions! She didn't force me or talk me or deceive me into getting married like you claim. When she proposed, I said yes. And we got married. It was a mutual decision."

Clifford nods hesitantly.

"And second, you can start being sorry by calling my wife by her own name. You've been calling her Miss Topaz for what? Five years now? We've been together for that long, daddy! You need to respect her!"

"I know, I know." Clifford steps closer to her, his eyes never meeting hers as he places both of his hands on Cheryl's arm. "I'm sorry, pum—Cheryl. Toni can come with you. Just come home."

Cheryl lets out a puff, directing her attention to her mother who is avoiding her gaze. "Why? Why now?"

Clifford takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut impatiently. But before actual words were spoken, Cheryl's phone rang in her pockets. Raising an eyebrow at them, she holds a finger.

It's Veronica.

"V."

"Cher, you need to come here. Toni, something's happened."

The second she heard the words 'Toni' 'something' and 'happened' altogether, her hypothetical heart stops beating in her chest. No.

"What?" Was all she could say.

And then she hears someone yelling at Veronica, who sounded a lot like her wife. "Veronica, I'm fine! Cheryl's at the university. There's no need to bother her!" She hears distinctly.

"We're at Riverdale General. She collapsed at work earlier. The doctors said she's very dehydrated. She's conscious now and being a real pain in the ass. So please get here and collect your wife."

"I'm on my way." She says immediately, putting her phone down.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" Clifford asks, reaching for her arm again.

"Toni...she's...she's at the hospital. I—I need to go." The redhead paces.

"Okay, okay relax. We'll all go."

"Clifford." Penelope starts.

"We're all going, Penelope." The patriarch said firmly, silencing the protesting woman. He rounds his table, retrieving a key from the drawer. "Let's go."

"Wait daddy." Cheryl halts.

"We can talk about this more later. Right now, you need to get to Mi—Toni. Your wife."

Cheryl nods, letting Clifford Blossom lead her to the car.

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Toni groans for the fifth time in the past hour. "Listen, I'm okay. I was just feeling a little bit under the weather earlier. And you said so yourself, I was just dehydrated. I had my water. I'm fine now. So can you please, please tell the doctor to get my discharge papers." She tells the nurse fixing her IV.

Veronica rubs her face with her hand, leaning to snuggle closer to Sweet Pea while releasing a sigh. She loves Toni, and loves how Sweet Pea adores the tiny brunette but her head is starting to ache at her friend's own hard-headedness. She gave up on telling Toni to shut up half an hour ago and they've been in the ER for an hour now.

"Fuck." The brunette mutters under her breath.

Then the curtains open all at once revealing a very worried Cheryl Blossom. "Toni!" Oh thank god.

"Veronica…" She says through gritted teeth.

"Your wife needed to know." Veronica shrugs.

"But I'm fine! I swear, babe. They're overreacting." Toni stops mid sentence as she notices the two people hovering behind her wife. "Cher, what are they doing here?"

The redhead reaches for Toni's face. "What happened?" She asks, disregarding her wife's question as she looks at the gauze on Toni's forehead.

"I just felt a little dizzy earlier. And I hit my head on a table." She answers. "What are your parents doing here?" She tries again.

"I paid them a little visit regarding the Felix situation. Toni! What were you doing?" The redhead presses their foreheads together lightly. "Don't scare me like that again."

Toni winces when Cheryl pressed a little tighter.

"I'm sorry, baby." The redhead comments, eyeing the bandage on her forehead. "Did they have to stitch you up?"

"I—I honestly don't know." Toni's gaze fell on Clifford and Penelope Blossom who were standing at one corner whispering with each other. She narrows her eyes at them. "Cher, you need to get my discharge papers so we can go."

"No, Tiny. Shut up." Sweet Pea stood up, walking closer to the gurney. "They're still monitoring her if she has a concussion."

"Sweets, I can't stay here!" Toni exclaims. "We can't afford this."

Cheryl's heart clenches in her chest. Suddenly she wants to wrap her arms around her wife, envelope her in her embrace. Sweet, selfless Toni wants to go home even after suffering a head injury because she thinks that they can't afford it.

Sweet Pea runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "We're gonna take of it, Toni. Don't worry about it."

"I can't let you do that, Sweets! You've done so much for us already. I swear to you, I'm fine." Toni makes an effort to stand up but Cheryl pushes her down gently.

"No. You're not going anywhere. Jesus Toni. Stop arguing with me on this for once and listen to me." Cheryl snaps. "The doctors want to monitor you and so we're staying. We're moving you into a room."

"Babe, how are we gonna pay for that?" The brunette's voice raising a little as tears started to pool in her eyes. Goddammit, she hates this. "I'm so sorry, Cher."

Cheryl widens her eyes, moving to sit on the bed with her wife. "Hey, hey. It's not your fault. Toni, look at me." The redhead raises her chin. "It's not your fault."

"I just—we're barely making ends meet." Toni snuggles on her shoulders.

Veronica made a move to stand up and walk closer to her friends. "You guys, I'm telling you it's fine. You can pay us back soon."

Just then Clifford Blossom stands in their middle, clearing his throat. He lands a hand on the tall serpent's shoulders and god, Toni was grateful he her friend was in a fairly good mood because if not, she would worry about Clifford's life. "I'd appreciate it if Miss Lodge and Officer Peabody would let us take care of our daughter-in-law's bill."

Toni blinks in surprise. What the fuck?

"Mr. Blossom, it really is no big deal." The Latina comments.

"Which is exactly why I expect you to understand."

Cheryl stares between her parents. "What's the catch?"

Clifford gives them a tight-lipped smile. "There's no catch, honey." She could see Penelope shaking her head. "Except, maybe one."

"What?"

"Live with us at Thornhill. You and your wife."

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Suddenly, Toni wants to pass out again.

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do we trust the blossoms yettttt do weee?