#maybe ill put together a master list with characters & the prompt ;>

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Okay but dO I.. Partake in Kinktober??

Would definitely be bulleted fics - I'll make them as long as I can - and I've found a list of prompts 🤔🤔

I'm still very new to this writing stuff bUt - idk I've always wanted to try hmm hmm

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Manhua/Manga List, ongoing reads (or dismissed, for their following reasons)

PART 1

Villains are Destined to Die It's very good. There's visceral feels. I revisit this one when I want the hurt ( and some of you know exactly what I mean). Penelope is always invited to my table where she'll promptly be treated like the queen she is, having to deal with all these peasants.

Cooking Sorcerer (COMPLETED) It's cute but not overstated. Also, tatted FMC, who satisfyingly uses her knowledge gleaned from her more "modern" universe to overcome obstacles. The OFC and OMC are super cute together, but never actually get together, because we've been given an open ending. Depressing, I know, but still a nice overall read.

Please Don't Come to The Villainess' Stationary Store The story's decent, though not particularly outstanding, but the child characters are so cute and the art is very good.

The Beloved Fake Saint The peanut gallery of Actual Deities(tm). They are the best part. There are a number of scenes that are extremely funny. The art is okay, the plot is interesting, but some of the turns are either mundane or out-of-pocket.

I Shall Master this Family Girlbossing to the peak. If you want a delightfully badass FMC (and cast) who primarily uses her brain to trounce her adversaries, this is it.

The Broken Ring: This Marriage will Fail Anyway NSFW, and it proves it. The art is fantastic, the plot is satisfying, and gut-wrenching at times. There is a satisfying look into the historical context of mental illness and trauma and a personal one that builds the characters further. It can also get very cute and steamy. This work could also be aptly renamed: You Activated the Wife Guy When You Called Him an Uninteresting Man Whore.

Your Majesty, Please Spare Me this Time (COMPLETED) The art is fantastic, the humor on point, the emotional connect is strong because they've built the characters in you before the initial upheaval caused in the plot. The handsome, crossdressing smug arsehole with a gun is a favorite of mine. They wrapped it up in a bit of a rush, and I don't love the whole of the ending, but my babies are happy so who cares. (That's not a question, no one gets an opinion.)

Let's Hide My Little Brother First Another violent, crossdressing pretty boy who grows up too handsome (maybe I have a type?). There's limited gore, a sword-wielding FMC, and the funniest side-character couple.

How to Win My Husband Over According to some people in the comments, sometimes the FMC is annoying - but I imagine that's because helping someone with actual mental illness is a lot of repetitive struggle. I'm staying because I like the art, but the plot isn't the most interesting. The beginnings of the justified revenge are satisfying to read in the most recent chapters, though.

I Stan the Prince I hate the title, but the art is fantastic and the plot is fascinating. The humor and secondhand embarrassment have prompted IRL reactions that have spooked the unsuspecting bystanders around me. I have only put this one down for fear there won't be enough chapters to immediately satisfy me the next time I pick it up.

The Baengri Clan's Unwanted Granddaughter Girlboss moments with satisfying supporting characters. The small moments of enacted revenge are swift and sweet. I like the way the daughter reflects on the past and the way she's moved forward. She doesn't condemn them all, and actively recruits the grey area characters, so bravo. There are twists that I like that other stories would've differed on, losses that the FL actually has to deal with that typical OP FLs wouldn't. That stands out in this one.

I'm Being Raised by Villains Cute. No large amount of emotional connection on my part, but it's the formula childcare story where the child becomes OP later on. I also like that she feels guilty about being selfish but still does stuff, how very adorably human of her. Altogether, a very reliable comfort read with amusing characters you'll grow fond of.

Too Cute to Handle Repetitive formula childcare tale. Obvious plot, overstated. But! Art is cute. Possible revisit in the future.

Not-Sew-Wicked Stepmother Funny and delightful. The different sub-plot arcs are not drawn out for too long, with wonderful art and humor to punctuate. It stands out with fashion as its particular theme, but has a satisfying and realistic response to different characters' traumas.

Secret Lady/The Lady's Secret This one is more in-depth in politics, or actually is reasonably political for a story based on political hierarchal upheaval. I'm not crapping on the others, but this one does take a somewhat more realistic view of political conflict. (If I had taken a shot for every time I said political-)

Author of My Own Destiny OP FMC, but it does differ some with the fact that the FMC faces a certain amount of guilt and revisits it for the trouble she originally caused being in charge before she transmigrated.

The Strongest Characters are Obsessed with Me I love the art, and the plot line is satisfying. I like the actual variety in the characters, and the slow but sure character development. If you like Who Made Me a Princess? you'll like this one as well.

The Little Lady Behind the Scenes Repetitive formula childcare tale, but with no parents. Drawn out plot, and it's overstated. FMC is kind of aggravating in the miscommunication kind of way.

Can We Become Family? Formula, not outstanding, but satisfying - also I don't think we're far enough in to properly judge the plot as a whole. The art is okay.

Roxanna (CANCELLED) I fucking love this one. So (of course) it may have been permanently cancelled. I think it was a poisonous publisher or editor and the artist's own failing health, in which case, I wish them the best and their (hopefully ex) supervisors the worst. I still revisit this one all the time. The FMC is graceful and vengeful and will receive what she wants. (Edit: It is probably cancelled, so I'm marking out, but I still fully recommend you read it.)

The Perks of Being an S-Class Heroine I really like this one. It's heavy on the figurative fourth wall breaks that happen for transmigrators, and the humor is top notch. If you liked The Beloved Fake Saint and liked it for the deity interactions, you'll like this one too.

Cassmire: The Loyal Sword Fun take on a family obsessed with the op FMC (who deserves the borderline obsession). The male leads are funny and frustrated.

Divorcing my Tyrant Husband You'll not like it going in if you're hellbent on hating the Emperor. I like it okay, and I'm in it for the havoc the FMC wreaks trying (and failing) to be a proper villainess. It's repetitive, and I can see the ending coming from miles off. It'll be a fallback read, maybe - but along the line with the very first thing I've said about it, I won't eagerly recommend it.

The Villainess is a Marionette Level with Roxanna in my love. How dare they. Oof, we love to see an ML turn into a good little boy. Every single one of those men is wrapped around her finger and she is a world-class schemer. I aspire to her strategic greatness.

The Male Lead's Little Lion Daughter The author or the artist is Islamaphobic. Sucks, because the art is good and the plot - while formula - was reasonably interesting. But I'm only mentioning it so you all are warned. I'm not supporting them.

The Falcon Princess It's interesting with a realistic view of Suddenly!Plot. The art and the humor is satisfying. The FMC and her male lead are such cutie patooties.

I Raised my Fiancé with Money Male lead is a big ole (handsomest) teddy bear with the sluttiest little waist - it's actually one-third of his wide-ass shoulders. FMC is a rich girlboss who recovers her self-confidence like we all wish we could.

The Villainess Empress's Attendant The male lead is secondary and kind of uninteresting. I actually wanted it to switch into a GL because the FMC has undeniable chemistry with another character. Update: I despise the ML. May he stub his toe twice a day for the rest of his life.

Charming the Duke of the North Charming and funny. The male lead is a little lamb and the FMC is a wolf (on accident). Very enjoyable unless you suffer excessively from secondhand embarrassment (which I do, but I'm still reading it).

Mother's Contract Marriage The art is basically the definition of "filigree." The color combinations can be actually blinding. It wouldn't be my typical read, but the plot is actually interesting and the POV for it makes it stand out - not the transmigrator, but her daughter.

The Baby Prisoner Formula childcare. The dialogue was frustratingly formula, and while I understand the character is a child, I find myself annoyed by her complete naivety. But I am the person who would hate a literal saint for being saintly. (Human divinity is in its variation. I love when humans, and our fictional counterparts, are messy.)

Betrayal of Dignity Red flag sadist and drama and its so a historical soap opera. The art is good and the tensions are high. I like it.

The Archduke's Adopted Saint Formula childcare with op FMC, with an obvious plot, but it's interesting enough. There's not been too much though so I can't say this is an informed review.

With Vengeance, Sincerely, Your Broken Saint The better Astarte, with a hint of murder-mystery. Stopped reading only because I'm letting it marinate.

Forget My Husband, I'll Go Make Money The FL is so cute, and also so accidentally hilarious. I fully enjoy how the story is going so far, and the art is fine. I need to catch up on the chapters - I left this one to marinate.

Being a Maid is Better than Being a Princess There's not been enough chapters to make any kind of informed review. But it's good so far. (There's also a violent crossdressing hottie. It's confirmed: I have a type.)

The Archvillain's Daughter-in-Law Very nice art, but there's not been enough chapters to make any kind of informed review.

The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy At All Crossdressing hottie (what's this, number fifty-three?) but it's shojo-ai. Two rock meganerds, one with a very hot uncle, to the tune of opposites attract. It's delightful, and its one I frequently revisit and froth at the mouth waiting for updates.

Revolutionary Princess Eve It has okay art (one guy's face gets homogonized when it should definitely not) but the plot is interesting. The romantic plot (the separate emotional story interacting with the original) is fascinating though. I like that there's more interaction with the political repercussions. It's plot is very well thought-out and focused at the same time.

The Fantasy of a Stepmother/A Stepmother's Marchen How much time do you have and are you willing to be lectured with a 198-slide PowerPoint on why this is a fantastic read, why Shuri is my new God(tm), and every reason you should read it before you die? The art, divine; the plot, divine; the emotional connection you have? I will kill and die for Shuri. If she has no fans, there's no one alive on this planet.

I Became a Tyrant's Dishonest Advisor The art is good, the plot is interesting so far, but there's not been enough chapters to make any kind of informed review.

Nan Hao and Shang Feng, The Odd Couple I have never laughed so hard in my life. It could've been gay - it's not - but its funnier because its obvious where it could've been shounen-ai. Constantly revisit this, especially when I need a laugh.

My Dress-Up Darling The art is great, the plot is fantastic as well. I am the biggest fan of our delightful nerd couple, and the satisfying cast of support characters are the whipped cream on my milkshake.

Here Comes the Silver Spoon! Rich girlboss v. white lily sister. The dad is the best because he's absolutely merit-based, and all of the characters have interesting personalities.

Master Villainess the Invincible! It's another op FMC, a bit formula, but the art is good and the plot is relatively interesting. There's a level of respect I have for the FMC for how she treats her adversaries, and the friends the original had spurned.

Screw the Noble Life, I'm Going Home I am no longer reading this. It's just... boring?

The Hero's Savior The FMC is annoying in the miscommunication/oh no! I screwed the plot up! kind of way with very little visible redemption. But can I tell you that the yandere was yandere-ing for a singular heart-stopping panel that I still have in my folder for rotating backgrounds on my phone. (Will post it on request.)

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Bundle of Joy // Noah Centineo

Summary: Days into marriage you find a revelation that changes everything your honeymoon entailed. Definitely not an inconvenience in any means other than an early present in more ways than one.

Characters: Noah Centineo x Reader, Kelle Centineo, Greg Centineo and Taylor Centineo

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Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and a smidgen of angst.

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On your honeymoon, you had expected lots of wine, sex and relaxation for once in a hectic lifestyle you had chosen from that first date of some now defunct dating app. Five years later you hadn't expected the honeymoon to consist of pregnancy tests, saltine crackers and puking. Despite feeling ill, you had decided to keep your suspicions to yourself and keep having fun because these few weeks are the only ones Noah had been stress-free for awhile.

"Babe!" Noah exclaimed peeking his head back into the bungalow with a bright smile, "Are you feeling better?"

"I think that fast food I had, had given me food poisoning." You moaned from the king-sized fluffy bed. The padding of his bare feet sounded first before he settled on the mattress next to you.

"Should be head back home?"

"No." You shook your head quickly, "I'll be fine. I'll just take it easy. Help me up?"

Noah gently grasped your hands in his as he shifted you into his arms to bring you out into the sunny day that England offered finally. In a few days, you would head to Paris, France for the last leg of the honeymoon before returning to your jobs.

"I love you." You sighed leaning into his body more with a beaming smile despite nausea you still felt settled into a less intense feeling, "I'm so happy you married me."

"How could I not with that beautiful smile, caring personality and my gorgeous counterpart." Noah chuckled to himself as the sunrise over the small lake side retreat you had chosen months ago.

Maybe when you returned home in a few weeks, you would have news for Noah about a possible little bean joining the family. Early in the marriage, actually a few years sooner than planned, but there was no doubt that Noah would take the new life in strides. He was born to be a father.

"Do you think anyone would mind if we went for a little swim." Noah's husky voice asked barely a breathe away from your ear as his arms crossed over your midsection.

"Seeing as you booked the entire retreat and the employees signed Non-Disclosure Agreements I think it's safe to say we can." You winked before shedding the camisole you wore to bed last night from a suitcase of lingerie your friends had all bought as a bachelorette party gift.

"I love when you talk dirty to me." Noah joked chasing after your form just as easily removing articles of clothing before he dove under the water to pop up in front of you.

"What can I say? Those years of studying were put to use somehow." You retorted pressing a kiss on his cheek before he nestled into your neck with little love bites and whispers of love.

"I can't wait to spend my life with you."

Paris was more romantic than movies had shown with delicious food, beautiful lights at night and the Eiffel Tower didn't disappoint. Noah returned to filming an upcoming series you hoped would be picked up due to the new arrival coming in May, your calculations were confirmed at the doctors for a due date. It Baby C stayed on schedule with no early appearances the due date would be on Noah's birthday.

The first thing you had to do was tell Noah about it but given that he was a man of detail and observation you had decided to just leave hints around the house. First, you planted a soother in the open box of condoms in his side table and swiping his new script to underline baby in the middle of it. It was only the first part of the plan.

The man himself wandered into the room with a spoon hanging from his mouth and a yogurt container in the other while reading a script. Sundays were never worked on with the lovely director of the film, he reserved those days for his own family.

"Did you pick up milk?" You questioned with a glance at your husband.

"Behind the other milk in the fridge." Noah replied setting his script down while placing the spoon in the dishwasher and the yogurt container in the garbage, "How are you?"

"Perfect." You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck with a cheeky glint in your eye.

"I'll make supper if you can get some veggies and fruits." Noah proposed already opening the fridge to see a platter of veggies, all of the items baby sized, with a chuckle, "I should have known you would have done that already."

The night passed with Noah not catching the little hints even when he had taken his watch off before bed to put in his side table. His eyes caught sight of the pacifier, but he assumed your friend had dropped it when she was helping you choose a new colour for the room. She had had a baby only a few months ago, so he had known she sometimes forgot items. You chuckled as he didn't even catch the underlined work in the script before he yawned.

"Can you hand me the bookmark?" He asked as you gently passed it over.

"Can you pick some things up from the store?" You questioned, "I'm not sure if I'll make it in time. I have that check up with the doctor."

"Sure. Give me a list."

"I have coupons actually." You spoke up leaning over your side to pick up the few coupons. Despite the excellent money Noah brought into the home from acting roles and your well-paying job you preferred using coupons to save money if you could.

"Flour, cookies, pickles, peanut butter, saltines, Doritos and clam chowder. Baby other than flour and cookies we never buy this stu-" Noah cut himself off at the last coupon in his hand in shock. Blatantly displayed was a coupon able to be redeemed in eight months, "Are you...?"

"That one can be put away for a few months." You giggled, "I took a few tests in England. It wasn't food poisoning."

"Little Centineo." He breathed dropping them to pounce on you to press kisses all over your face with a grin that outmatched even the one from your wedding, "Oh my gosh you're carrying my baby."

"You think that you can play some music on your guitar to the baby?"

"Of fucking course. I have to call my parents." He made a dash for the door before you called him back.

"Or we can let them sleep and keep the news to ourselves for a while. Besides don't you wanna know my due date?" You smirked to yourselves as you started to walk over to him.

"This is ama...babe no you should sit down." He guided you back to sit on the bed once more, "When's Lil C coming?"

"Your birthday party may need to move to the hospital if things go to plan."

"Our baby is coming on my birthday." Noah breathed before collapsing on the bed backwards, "I feel like I'm gonna combust. Y/N I literally thought I couldn't love anything more than I love you, but you just proved me wrong. I haven't even seen an ultrasound and wow."

"Tomorrow you will if you can make it to the appointment. I have already been to one to confirm the pregnancy, but I refused to look at the screen until I could with you. It will be a special moment." You turned to cuddle into his side.

True to your words Noah's birthday was spent in the hospital months later cradling his sleeping newborn daughter in his arms. Barely a day old she had almost made it to Noah's birthday but just born at 11:49 pm you knew she was perfect and would still be adamant of celebrating with Daddy. You just knew in your heart that Noah had a new best friend for life.

"Sweetheart?" Kellee spoke through the cracked door, "Are you sure we can come in?"

From the hospital bed, you waved them in just as the baby opened her eyes to stare up at Noah. Noah's parents and sister came into the room having only just arrived at the hospital after the long drive. Your family had already been in a few hours ago before leaving your little family to bond.

"Hey, Mom," Noah whispered scooting the chair closer to your bed.

"Oh my gosh."

"You have a healthy granddaughter." You grinned up at your in-laws.

"What's her name?" Greg questioned peering at the newborn Noah passed to Kellee.

"We would like you to meet Kenzie Taylor Centineo." You breathed keeping your eyes on the pink bundle now in Greg's arms.

"Taylor." Your sister in law gasped blinking slowly, "You gave her my name."

"Well had you not spilt your wine on my shirt in that restaurant I wouldn't have met your brother, my husband." You tearfully replied ushering her over with Kenzie in her arms, "Without a doubt in my mind I knew from the minute I saw Kenzie on the ultrasound that she had to be named after one of the strongest women I know. Noah agreed. Thank you so much for helping me find the love of my life."

"Aw." Taylor nearly sobbed as Kenzie gripped her pointer finger in her hand and cooed up at her, "Well little Kenzie Taylor I hope you know we're going to have a day monthly of ice cream together, but for now you grow up some."

Your life was complete for a few years before another bundle was passed around the room wrapped in another hospital blanket.

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The Flip Side

Summary: “This is probably the most useless thing you’ve ever done to get my attention,” she informs him later, as the sun begins to set. “And considering you shaved your head that time Chōji told you I liked boys with short hair…” [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 9 – Prompt: “Community Service”]

Disclaimer: This story utilises characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelisations, comics or short stories is intended by KuriQuinn in any way, shape or form. This fan-oriented story is written solely for the author's own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All plot and Original Characters except for those introduced in the canon books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn. (© KuriQuinn 2016- )

Rating: T

Warning: AUish. Deals with evens from the Naruto Movie Road to Ninja. OOCish. Because RTN version of our beloved characters. 

Author’s Note: Sasuke was very interesting to write in this one. It’s like, the total opposite of who he is. And it was soooo hard to write Sakura! I have such a hard time imagining a world where isn’t utterly smitten with him!

Beta Reader: Sakura’s Unicorn

Sakura arrives at Training Ground Three bright and early to find the familiar sight of Sasuke and Menma glaring at one another.

Under normal circumstances, she would brush it off as their never-ending competition—they are so alike in temperament and skill that they’ve always been natural rivals. Since the three of them were assigned to Team 7, it’s been a constant string of one-upmanship. Sakura had to become Tsunade’s apprentice just to keep up with them (although she usually tells them it’s to get a break from the testosterone).

Today, though, when she approaches the boys, she gets the sense she’s stumbled onto something else.

“Hey,” she greets, inwardly preening a little when Menma is the first to glance her way.

“Sakura,” he says quietly, nodding in her direction.

Sasuke turns around, brightening at the sight of her. “Hey, kitten. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Sakura glowers at him. “Stop calling me that!”

Geez! He has to start right away!

“Ah, Sakura! There you are!” Kakashi declares, straightening up from the ground where he’s been doing push-ups. She wouldn’t have seen him except for the white shock of hair. “It’s odd that you’re late. I remember when we ran missions together; you were as dedicated to punctuality as Konoha’s White Beast of Prey!”

“He still talks about himself in the third person?” Sasuke inquires with a yawn.

Menma nods. “It would seem so.”

“He’s right, though,” Sasuke agrees. “You’re never late.” An expression of concern passes over his face. “Are you still tired from being stuck in that other world?”

“I’m fine,” she shrugs him off. “I only found out from Lady Tsunade and Shizune just now that I had to come here. They wouldn’t say what it was about, so what gives?” Menma frowns, looking down at his feet, and Sasuke scowls. “Have I missed something?”

“Not at all, my most esteemed and youthful student!” Kakashi declares. “For your sake, I will gladly repeat the mission! You see, in light of the recent attack on the village, Lady Tsunade has decided that you’re all to be placed on probation!”

There’s silence. Then –

“EHHH?!”

Sakura exclaims, “What? Why?”  

“Tch. I guess it’s better than I expected,” Sasuke muses.

Kakashi rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I imagine it has to do with the fact that one of you almost destroyed the village, the other went AWOL during an all-hands-on-deck emergency situation, and the third defaced Hokage Rock. I’ll let you fine young people ponder who exactly did what.”

Menma tenses, still looking at his shoes, and Sakura’s gaze softens.

Since being back from her strange visit to another world, she’s heard bits and pieces of what happened from Ino. How Menma somehow came to possess the Nine-Tailed Fox spirit that everyone thought was sealed inside his mother, and how it corrupted him. If it weren’t for the other Sakura and Menma—No, wait, they called him Naruto, didn’t they?—he might’ve been lost for good.

As it is, he’s being treated like a pariah lately while the village tries to come to terms with what happened.  

And he’s not the only one…

Whatever happened while she was gone, the girl who everyone thought was her went missing during the attack on the village. Instead of organizing evacuations and directing field medics to help the villagers, her doppelgänger was nowhere to be found. But everyone thinks that it was Sakura who abandoned her post.

So that explains the first two offences, but not…

Her brain catches up with what Kakashi said and her head whips around to stare at the Hokage monument just visible through the trees. Lord Hashirama’s sombre expression has been altered with several slashes of paint, and the blue and red that speckles Lord Tobirama’s face makes him look like a prostitute. She didn’t even notice this morning because she was in such a hurry to meet with her master.

If Menma was battling his doppelgänger and she was in another world, that leaves—

“What the hell, Sasuke?!” she demands, rounding on her teammate. “Why would you spray paint all over Hokage Rock, you stupid ass?!”

Sasuke is unbothered by her outburst and instead offers her his usual flirtatious smile. “So I could ensure I spent more time with you, of course. We haven’t seen each other in a while—ow!” She bashes him on the head, only just reigning in her strength to keep it from turning it into a skull-crushing blow. “Come on, Sakura! I didn’t—ow—do anything to your father’s face—ow—you know I wouldn’t—ow!”

“You two are an embarrassment,” Menma sighs.

“Embarrassment or not, the Hokage has tasked us with an important array of community service tasks,” Kakashi says. “With the village recovering, we’ve been put in a precarious situation. Anyone who might try to take advantage of Konoha in the interim needs to know we’re still able to do our jobs! So, all our away missions must continue! And while our shinobi forces are dealing with that, it means there are fewer people here to fix the place up.”

“And by fewer people, you mean no one,” Sasuke says.

“Exactly! Until further notice, we will be carrying out community service missions that other shinobi don’t have time to do. The responsibility falls to you three!”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Kakashi-sensei, but if all of these tasks are so important, shouldn’t there be more people doing them?” Sakura wants to know.

“Weeeeell, originally Lady Tsunade suggested a team of squads, but that wouldn’t be a penalty—or a challenge—at all! I told her we could manage all of the work ourselves, and she should focus the efforts of the other teams elsewhere.”

Menma, Sakura, and Sasuke groan in unison.

Typical…

“Besides, not only will it give us all time to re-forge our team bond, it will be character-building and boost morale among the villagers! After all, who better to lead by example than those who embody all the finest qualities of our immaculate village! The students of the Legendary Sannin!”

“You realise that name is more of a joke than anything else, right?” Sasuke deadpans. “More like the legendary monk, crone, and shut-in.”

“Don’t speak ill of the dead,” Menma orders. “Lord Jiraiya was a great man and he sacrificed a lot to keep Konoha safe. Unlike your master.”

Which is true, more or less. Orochimaru is basically a prisoner of the village these days, living in a library and reading up on obscure jutsu. The only reason he ever agreed to train Sasuke was because the guy hounded him every day for weeks after Menma left with Jiraiya. Orochimaru was once Akatsuki, which means he is the best link Sasuke has to his estranged older brother.

“And yet mine is still alive,” Sasuke muses out loud.

More glaring.

“All right, you two. Put away the measuring sticks,” Sakura grumbles, once again playing peacemaker. She addresses Kakashi. “Let’s just get this over with. How long do we have to do this for, Kakashi-sensei?”

“Act as if you’ll do it for the rest of your life!” Kakashi crows and brandishes a scroll. When he unfurls it, the list of tasks pools on the ground.

“Oh, man! I’m going to be older than Lady Tsunade when we finish all this,” Sakura complains.

“I promise I’ll still find you attractive,” Sasuke informs her magnanimously.

A vein pulses in her temple and, with a growl, Sakura knocks him out.

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It’s as if, overnight, their entire team has been demoted back to genin rank.

While the rest of their friends and the active shinobi corps carry out important jobs—rebuilding fallen structures, repairing collapsed watermains, organizing field clinics, and even leaving the village on away-missions—Team 7 is left with barely D-ranked missions.

They can’t even complain to Kakashi about it, either.

The first day, he appointed himself as official messenger of the village, zooming around, bringing notes and memos to people. Then he got the bright idea to use his Sharingan to teleport himself across town to save on time, and knocked himself out for the next few days.

Idiot…

“So much for a team-bonding exercise,” Menma mutters as they pack emergency supply crates to distribute later.

“Are you really surprised?” Sasuke challenges.

“Oh, admit it. You’d think something was wrong if he wasn’t so enthusiastic,” Sakura points out.

“I can’t even imagine it,” Menma admits. He pauses. “Was he like that in…in the other world?”

Sakura starts at this, realising suddenly she hasn’t actually had a chance to tell her teammates about her strange experience. There’s only been the debriefing with Lady Tsunade, and then she was sent straight to this community service punishment.

“I don’t know. I didn’t run into him while I was there. Maybe?”

“What else did you see?”

“It was completely insane,” she tells them. “Think of the most backwards world you could think of, and that’s what it was.” She shudders. “Everyone was different. It was like I walked through a mirror.”

“What do you mean?” Sasuke asks.

“Like…like Hinata was really shy and quiet and she was actually nice to me. Kiba got along with Akamaru, and Shino actually liked bugs and—”

“Hinata?” Sasuke snorts. “Nice? That is bizarre.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Hinata,” Menma points out sagely. “She’s the heiress to the Hyūga and the first woman to lead them. She’s got a lot to deal with. And when you factor in that she’s related to someone as perverted as Neji…”

Sakura’s heart sinks. “You’re defending her a lot stronger than usual.”

“Never mind that,” Sasuke interrupts. “What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Was I different in this other world?” he asks and then strikes a pose. “Or just as handsome and talented as I am here?”

Sakura rolls her eyes. “I have no idea.”

“What? Why?”

“You weren’t there.”

“What do you mean, I wasn’t there? Where would I be?” He is puzzled.

“Well, Ino said—the Ino from over there—she said that you were out of the village.”

Menma frowns. “A solo mission perhaps?”

“How many chūnin do you know get assigned solo missions?” Sasuke counters.

“Maybe your alternate version is just a lot more talented than you are.”

“Says the idiot who got his ass handed to him by his own doppelgänger.”

“Guys!” Sakura snaps, cutting off the usual detour into bickering.

Luckily, the cart for the next supply delivery returns, and Sakura can busy herself with loading it up. All by herself, as usual, because the guys are such complete wimps when it comes to heavy lifting.

Angry grudge match to the death? No problem! Let’s destroy an ancient waterfall! Moving a few boxes? Oh no, Sakura. We couldn’t possibly. One of us might break a nail…

Still, as she loads the crates, she can’t help but think back to that strange world she was pulled into.

She didn’t notice then, being so busy trying to acclimate to new surroundings and regain her memories, but thinking on it now… The other Ino seemed sad and uncomfortable about how Sakura reacted to Sasuke not being there.

Like if he had been there, he would’ve jogged my memory or something? I wonder if it’s possible that the other Sakura and the other Sasuke were…?

She shrugs and shakes her head. That other girl must have no self-respect, especially if the other Sasuke is as big a playboy as her Sasuke is.

My world’s Sasuke, she corrects herself, and determinedly puts her focus back on the task at hand.

The next few days pass quickly.

Team 7 makes coffee and runs lunches across the village to all the workers then they wash dishes. One morning, they babysit a group of kids who are too young to be at the Academy, but whose parents are busy with the reconstruction process. They fetch groceries, do laundry, paint fences, mow lawns—

Even Kiba is more useful than we are, and he’s running a Find-Your-Cat shelter!

They spend several days working at the soup kitchen that’s been set up in the centre of town. The three of them are given aprons and hair nets to wear while they dish out mass portions of ramen. Menma spends most of that day sick (the smell of ramen always makes him ill) so they give him the job of cleaning up after people have finished eating. Sasuke isn’t given the same opportunity to escape doling out noodles, and every time he sees one of his relatives in the area, he cringes.

Most of them don’t say anything. According to Sasuke, they’re all giving him the cold shoulder for embarrassing the clan with immature antics. But the curly-haired man named Shisui teases him something merciless. If it weren’t for Sakura holding Sasuke back, he’d probably set his cousin on fire.

Then it’s back to picking up litter, removing debris from the streets, painting over scorch marks on buildings, cleaning windows—one day they’re expected to clean up the area around a busted sewage line.

The three of them stare at it until Sakura makes an executive decision.

“This one’s all yours,” she says, clapping both boys on the back and walking away. When Sasuke and Menma open their mouths to argue, she only has to crack her knuckles once and utter silence reigns.

The jobs are endless, and they are mind-numbingly boring. Sakura returns to her empty house every day without the energy to even eat, collapses on her bed, and sleeps until her alarm sounds. And then prepares for another cycle of never-ending, repetitive scut-work.

Given how busy she is, it’s understandable it takes a week before realises the graffiti still hasn’t been cleaned off Hokage Rock.

Understandable, but still unacceptable!

“It’s on the list of things that need doing, but it’s not a priority right now,” Shizune says the next day when she asks about it.

“But it’s an important symbol for the village!” Sakura protests.

“Perhaps in another week or two. Right now, even the smallest child is helping to restore our village, and the extra labour can’t be spared. Even those of you on probation.”

“The monument will be put to rights once I know everyone in my village is properly cared for,” Lady Tsunade declares gravely. “If you want to fix it before then, you’ll have to do it on your own and during time not spent carrying out the community service tasks you and your team have been assigned.”

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In the end, that’s what she does.

Sakura gets tired of seeing the graffiti all over the rock, even if her father’s monument hasn’t been touched. It’s an insult to the office of Hokage, which she intends to become one day, and in her view, it’s just as important as picking up litter and watching children.

And so, at the end of the next day, she stops at home to change into something old and worn, and heads for the caretaker shed behind the monument. There’s bound to be tools and cleaning equipment there, and even if she can’t get it all done, she can at least get started.

Which is why she’s utterly shocked upon arriving to find Sasuke with several buckets of paint remover and water.

“Doesn’t it defeat the purpose of doing it, if you’re going to clean it off without someone telling you to?” she asks, climbing down to the scaffold in front of the Second Hokage’s face.

“Who says someone didn’t tell me to?” he counters. She raises an eyebrow and he grumbles, shoulders stooped. “No one told me to. I heard you speaking to Tsunade earlier and figured, if it meant something to you, I’d fix it.”

“You wouldn’t have to fix anything if you didn’t do it in the first place,” she reminds him, picking up a rag and dousing it with solvent.

“I admit: not one of my best ideas.”

“So much for being a genius.”

He knocks her shoulder with his, and for a while, they work in companionable silence. Sasuke isn’t so bad when he isn’t being the epitome of a hormonal teenaged boy.

“This is probably the most useless thing you’ve ever done to get my attention,” she informs him later, as the sun begins to set. “And considering you shaved your head that time Chōji told you I liked boys with short hair…”

Sasuke scowls. “You promised not to mention that again.”

“You promised to stop doing stupid stuff like this.”

Sasuke scrubs furiously.

“It wasn’t really to get your attention,” he admits eventually. “I said that because Menma was around, and bringing up the real reason…” He shrugs. “He feels bad enough for being the cause of all this, and it wasn’t really his fault.”

“That’s oddly magnanimous of you.”

“Hey, just because I call him on his shit doesn’t mean I don’t recognise when the guy could use a break. And considering he didn’t say anything when…” He trails off, shakes his head, and then tells her, “The Hokage hired Akatsuki during the attack. To rescue the other you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen. “Oh.”

Itachi Uchiha is the black sheep of the Uchiha clan. Once hailed as a prodigy, the next clan leader, and possibly the first Uchiha who might wear the mantle of Hokage, he instead chose to flee the village at the age of thirteen and become a mercenary. His parents disowned him and for that reason, Sasuke is now next in line to be head of the clan.

It’s a position that comes with a lot of expectations, and having met Sasuke’s parents, Sakura knows it isn’t an easy destiny. On top of all that, he and Itachi were close. She remembers the older boy picking Sasuke up after classes so he could train him.

“He was here and he didn’t tell anyone,” Sasuke continues now through clenched teeth, hands balled into fists. “It was just a damn job to him, and he didn’t bother to… I just wanted to speak to him! If I’d known he was here, if someone had just told me—!”

“You would have dropped everything and gone after him,” Sakura says gently. “Then there’d be more than one of us on this team who went AWOL in an emergency. And unlike him, you’d be considered a missing nin if you didn’t come back.”

The only reason Itachi isn’t considered a criminal is because he sends reports back to the Hokage about the situations in other countries. Akatsuki’s reach is far, and it offers him the opportunity to travel. She thinks this might make Sasuke more resentful than anything else.

“All I want is for him and my father to sit down and talk,” Sasuke confides. “If they’d just do that, they could figure out this whole mess and things would be good again. And I wouldn’t have to worry about my mother bursting into tears every time someone even mentions his name.” He shoots her an apologetic look. “Never mind. I shouldn’t be saying all this to you.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s always best to talk about things that bother you. No one ever benefitted from bottling those kinds of feelings up.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… You must think I’m pathetic, complaining about my family problems when you…you’ve lost yours. I’m being an ass.”

“No, you’re not. You care about Itachi. And your entire clan acts as if he’s dead. You’re allowed to be hurt. And who says my pain is more important than someone else’s?”

Sasuke offers her a grateful smile, and for a moment, all is right with the world.

Then he reaches forward and swipes a thumb across her chin. “You’ve got a little paint just here—”

“Oh for the—! Are you serious!” she demands. “Why do you always have to cheapen the moment with your crappy pick-up lines?”

“That wasn’t a line! You actually do have paint there. So what if I happen to capitalise on that fact?”

“You really can’t take no for an answer, can you?” she groans. “Geez, you’re so annoying.”

“No, I’m persistent,” he says, all charm.

“That’s another word for annoying.”

“I’m just being patient. If I wait long enough, eventually, you’ll appreciate my feelings.”

“You’ll wait a long time then.”

“Not as long as you’ll be waiting for Menma,” he quips.

Sakura chokes and rounds on him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

He ducks out of her way.

“Just what everyone else knows,” he replies, apologetic. “He doesn’t care for you that way. You’re more like a sister to him. He knows as well as I do that you’d have a boring, unhappy life together if you settled for each other.”

“S-settled?!” she sputters. “H-have you two been talking behind my back?” She lashes out and grabs the front of his shirt. “And what the hell do you mean, settled? As if he could do better than me? My father was the Fourth Hokage and I’m the apprentice of the Fifth Hokage! Or maybe I could do better than him? We’re the students of Sannin, the top shinobi in our year. We’re friends. We get along. We agree about everything—”

“Exactly,” Sasuke nods. “You’d be bored within a week of actually being with him.”

“So you say!”

“So I know,” Sasuke snorts. “Trust me, kitten, relationships are my forte.”

“You’ve never had a relationship!”

“Well, I’ve done a lot of research.”

“Reading Gai-sensei’s Icha Icha series does not count as research!”

“Spoken by someone who has no appreciation for the genre,” he retorts. “The problem with you two ever being a relationship is that there’s no passion between you. For a relationship to work out, one has to be able to bond—to fill in the parts of you that are missing with the parts of your lover.”

Sakura’s eye begins to twitch, her cheeks flooding with warmth. “Are you serious?”

“You two are both too focussed on success and results. You make decisions with your heads, but never your heart,” Sasuke continues matter-of-factly. “Any relationship between you would be cold, or at worst, a duty.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but she cuts off when he suddenly leans closer, his eyes soft and humorous.

“You deserve someone who’ll bring a spark into your life. Someone who’ll go to the ends of the earth to make you smile and laugh and cry. Someone who doesn’t care what you look like when you roll out of bed, or who appreciates those tasteless, off-colour jokes you make under your breath when you think no one is listening.”

She thinks her cheeks are rivalling tomatoes in colour right now.

 “Th-this is ridiculous,” she attempts.

“No, it’s not. It’s the kind of relationship you deserve. The kind my parents have. The kind your parents had.”

The warmth in her face abruptly drains and she narrows her eyes. “Don’t you pretend to know what my parents—”

“I’m not insulting your parents,” he cuts her off, a note of exasperation in his voice. “I’m saying what they had, their relationship, was worth envying. They cared for each other, so much that your mother refused to leave your father’s side even in the end.”

Sakura looks away, angry. “Yeah, she loved him so much that she wanted to be dead instead of being with me.”

“She wanted to give you your best chance. And going with your father, she was making sure that his sacrifice did what it was supposed to do: save the village. Even the most unpleasant members of my clan think she was honorable for what she did,” Sasuke tells her. “And that love that she had…that’s what I want some day. And I want it with you.”

Her chest constricts, and her eyes snap to him, wide. She can’t hide the shock at this because Sasuke flirts—he does that as easy as breathing—but he’s never said anything as direct as this before.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not expecting you to return my feelings right now,” he tells her softly. “Menma is the one in your heart, I know that. He’s the first guy you’ve ever cared for. I know that’s not something so easily forgotten.” He leans closer. “But one day, when you see for yourself that you two aren’t suited, when you realise you’re much better off as friends, I’ll be there. Because I intend to be the last man you ever love.”

Sakura makes a strangled noise in her throat.

“How can you…how can you say those things! When all you do is trawl around the village, flirting with every girl you see and handing out your stupid roses!” she snaps, shoving him back with one hand. “They hear you and think you’re swearing to be with them forever, and then they get their hearts broken when they realise you say that to everyone!”

A bitter memory surfaces of their Academy days, clutching a broken rose and watching him blithely hand out others with the same pretty words he’s given her. She vowed back then not to fall for anything Sasuke had to say ever again.

He raises an eyebrow at this. “So, you worry about who I give roses to?”

“Of course not,” she huffs. “That’s your business. I’m just pointing out the hypocrisy. You’re talking about love, and you can’t remember the names of the girls you go out with.”

“I’m not trying to hurt anyone, Sakura. It’s to make them feel special. Any girl having a bad day gets her spirits lifted when someone is nice to her and gives her a gift. And I have rose bushes behind my house, and a lot of them would just wither and die without being appreciated if I left them,” Sasuke explains. “Why not give them out? For an hour, a girl can be happy, the centre of the universe. Is that so wrong?”

She shifts uncomfortably, not liking that she might possibly agree with that argument.

“Exactly,” he says, taking her silence for agreement. “Making someone happy for an hour, it’s such a small thing. But you—” His eyes become intense and she imagines flames behind them. It’s as if, in this moment, there’s no one else in the world but her. “—you deserve more than an hour. You deserve our entire lives. And one day, I’m going to give you that.”

Her heart thumps against her chest, the utter conviction in his words faintly frightening. She’s only ever seen Sasuke intense about one thing, and that’s finding his brother. The idea that he believes she is as important as that…

She shivers, half-uncomfortable, half-thrilled despite her brain’s tired insistence of but you like Menma!

“You…shouldn’t say exaggerated stuff like that,” she tells him with forced levity.  “You’re an Uchiha. You’re the heir to the Uchiha. As the next head of the clan, your parents are probably expecting you to settle down with someone from the clan. Aren’t you practically engaged to Izumi now anyway?”

Sasuke rolls his eyes. “That’s my father’s plan, not mine. He doesn’t seem to get that Izumi won’t agree to marry anyone while Itachi is still breathing somewhere in the world,” he scoffs. “Even so, I don’t want her.”

“Because you’re convinced you want me. You wouldn’t if I was just some normal girl, I bet.”

The intense look in his eye is back. “Even if you were a civilian, even if you had no talented shinobi relatives, and if you hadn’t been a prodigy since our Academy days, I would still choose you. Because you are kind and good and strong and being around you makes the world better somehow. Even when it’s horrible.” His gaze softens, and his tone turns gentle. “There’s no one else that I’ve ever felt like that about.”

He leans over, their faces getting closer together, and Sakura finds herself frozen.

“So, I constantly live in hope that maybe…”

Oh my! He’s going to kiss me!

“…just maybe…”

And I think…I think I’m going to let him!

Her lungs are tight, and she realises she isn’t breathing, just waiting there in anticipation as Sasuke looks down at her. And just when she expects his lips to lower to hers—

Tap!

His index and middle finger rap lightly against her forehead.

“…maybe the next time we have this conversation, you’ll have me in your heart instead of Menma,” he concludes and calmly turns back to scrubbing paint off the rock.

Sakura gapes noiselessly at his back for several seconds, trying to reorient herself and figure out what the hell just happened. Then she emits a howl of frustration and throws the nearest bucket at his head.

“You…big…jerk! Shannaro!”

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Lamentable // Archie Andrews

Summary: After graduation you move in with Archie to begin your life together when something halts it in a way you didn’t expect. Determined to stay with you Archie cares for you in both bad and good times. Besides it’s always nice to have Fred as another father.

Characters: Archie Andrews x Reader, Fred Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Hermione Lodge, Kevin Keller and Josie McCoy

Words: 2688

Disclaimer: I do now own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own any gifs that appear in this either or images because they’re probably off google images.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, puking, cancer, and a little fluff

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I didn’t explicitly say what kind of cancer it was because I’ve never had cancer nor has anyone close to me had it. I’m not a doctor so I entirely researched on it plus I’m Canadian so American health system isn’t something I think about often.

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It was a never ending cycle of hope and disappointment when you first went to the doctor about your medical problem. It hurt more when you were diagnosed with early onset cancer and your chances of kids with your boyfriend Archie were slim to none. It hurt when you were told that and it hurt more when you had to tell Archie. How does one tell their significant other than they were dying?

It was only one year since you graduated high school and got into college. You were interning at a good company while Archie was working with his father to earn more money for school. It was something you had both talked about, while you interned and went to school Archie would work at the family company and still do music.

Compromise. A wonderful thing when you do it right.

Archie noticed that you were being exceptionally quiet during supper leading him to hound you for answers.

“Seriously what’s going on?” Archie demanded placing his fork down beside the meal.


“Nothing.” You shifted pushing your mashed potatoes around the plate unsure how to tell him.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I went to the doctor a week ago for blood work because I was feeling sick.”

“I know. I told you to go.” Archie replied leaning back into your chair.

“I was called in yesterday to go over the results. Arch, it’s bad. Really bad.” You bit your lip remember how terrible it was go from seeing a bright future to a bleak unknown black hole of a future.

“We’ll get through it. We’ve gotten through worse babe.”

You pushed your plate back standing up to move towards Archie’s side of the table to sit on his lap. His eyes scanned your face taking note of the slight loss of weight you had ever since you had the flu three weeks ago. You had bags under your eyes peaking through the makeup under each eye.

“No. Archie nothing is worse than this.” You whispered leaning into his touch when his arms circled your waist, “I have cancer Archie.”

“How long have you know.” He whispered taken aback.

“Yesterday afternoon. I’ve been going over the conversation and what’s going to happen. You should leave me Archie, I’m going to be an empty shell of the woman you’ve seen since we were kids.”

“I don’t ever leave you because you’re sick.”

“I’m going to go through hell Archie if I decide to treat it. There will be months maybe ever years of radiation, chemo and pills. I will waste away as it goes on, I will be a hairless ugly mole rat on the cusp of death.” You harshly told him, “I don’t want you to have the image of me. I want you to remember me as healthy.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, nothing you say will make me leave you.” Archie sweetly replied brushing your grown out hair out of the way, “If you lose your hair I will shave mine off.”

“But I love your hair.”

“I love you more than something I can grow back again.” Archie said, “Now eat because I need you to be strong through this.”

You pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before grabbing your plate to sit closer to the man you loved with all your heart. You pushed back the nausea to eat smiling down at you plate when Archie’s foot curled around  your leg.

“I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“I’ll do treatment for you.” You chirped before slowly making your way through your dinner lost in thought of what would begin soon enough.

You saw countless doctors over the next month at each doctors appointment that Archie would come to with you. Excuse after excuse would be fed to your friends and family in the dark time your were going through even as they got more and more suspicious. Chemo began quickly with firstly using your arm and it sucked.

You took your college classes online via video feed and stopped your interning. You were too tired to leave the apartment. You no longer hung out with your friends in the evenings, you avoided public places in fear of infection. Soon enough people started demanding answers. When your hair began to fall out you decided it was time.

Everyone came to Archie’s childhood home, barring anyone ill, when you requested to see them. You were stationed on the couch under a blanket with a bucket on the ground. The chemo made you vomit multiple times and you had no appetite anymore.

“Babe. Wake up.” Archie whispered kissing your cheek. You shifted coming out of your sleep when he came into view, “They’re here. I saw the vehicles. Dad’s back from work too.”

“Okay.” You yawned slowly moving to sit up against the arm of the couch. People trickled in behind Fred to sit on the open spaced.

“Hey.” You drowsily treated everyone covering your mouth when you yawned.

“Long time no see.” Jughead teased sitting next to Betty on the ground, “Why are we here exactly? Why aren’t we at your place?”

“Larger space here.” Archie replied grabbing your cold hand, “We have some news.”

“Okay?” Veronica trailed off confused.



“I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been skipping hangouts and when I do I tend to fall asleep on Archie’s shoulder or I look tired.” You started, “You’ve noticed I wear sweaters more often and warm clothing. It’s because of this.”

You pushed your sleeve up for them to see the taped down IV in your arm that was unlike anything they had seen. Jughead took note of how skinny you had become, how tired both Archie and you looked like, the paleness of your skin, the bucket beside your side and covered in a blanket. He slowly put the facts together just as you spoke.

“It’s cancer.” Your voice break as tears began to skin over your cheeks.

In sync everyone grabbed someone’s hand pressing a hand to their mouth and cried for you. It was unlike anything you had seen. It was both heartbreaking and beautiful to watch how much you were loved. Archie slowly took your hat off to show the thinning hair you had developed.

“How long have you had it.” Veronica cried reaching out to grab your hand before pulling back unsure if it was okay to do so.

“A little over a month.” You admitted, “I had the flu and I got better for a week before I began throwing up. I thought I was pregnant so I went to the doctor. I wasn’t pregnant and I got the diagnosis.”

“What’s being done?” Betty asked rubbing her cheeks with her blue lightweight sweater sleeve. It was your favourite sweater she owned.

“I’m doing chemotherapy at the moment. We’ll be doing radiation next. My doctor is optimistic about it.” You explained coughing in your sleeve.


“How much money is it?” Veronica interjected concerned.

“Veronica!” Betty exclaimed, “You don’t ask people that!”

“A lot of money.” Archie sighed, “It’s taking longer than we wanted to find finances for it.”

“Daddy will write you a check. He loves Y/N like another daughter. No arguments.”

“Whatever.” You grunted making a face, “Archie can you help me to the bathroom?”

Archie was pushed to sit back down as Betty urgently brought you towards the bathroom just before collapsed on to the ground in front of the toilet. Veronica back followed behind to lock the door and lean against it. She watched disgusted as you shook from the force of your throw up. It hadn’t hit her until she really took in your appearance.

“You okay?” Betty asked rubbing your back and you heaved yourself against the wall, “Didn’t you have a bucket in the living room?”

“It’s rude to puke in front of so many people.” You groaned as Veronica handed you the spare toothbrush you kept in the bathroom when Archie and you stayed over at his childhood home. You took care to scrub the vomit taste from your mouth before you returned to the living room.

Everyone avoided your eyes as you collapsed onto the couch with a deep sigh and noticed your were sweating from the exertion. Archie retook your hand in his as you settled into your seat. Fred sat on your other side offering his support in your fight.

“I’m sorry you got handed this hand.” Fred softly told you. You smiled in response before Archie pulled you off the couch with your items.

“We should get home. We have to be at the hospital tomorrow for an appointment.” Archie said as he helped you into your jacket, “Also Veronica. Don’t pay for it please, we’ll find out a way.”

“Sure.” Veronica said with a small smirk you didn’t see with you backs to her. The minute you were out the door she turned to everyone, “I’m so paying for the treatment.”

Fred normally would argue but in such a sensitive time he was more than happy to help pay but with the machinery he had to buy in the last year money was tight. It seemed the last few years weren’t going well. Starting with the year that Jason was murdered. It seemed Riverdale was a never ending town of misery.

“Out of everyone she was the one to get cancer. It should have been Cheryl.” Jughead huffed picking up his bag from the ground.


“Juggie nobody deserves cancer.” Betty soothed rubbing his shoulder.

“I hate the Blossoms just as much as you do Jughead but Betty’s right.” Fred said from his seat.

“Oh I’m sorry did the scum family wrongly get your father imprisoned for murder?” Jughead spat gripping the bag harder, “I have to get to Pops. I have a shift and I’d like to get another chapter in first.”

In a huff of black and angst he fled the house into the afternoon light with Betty on his heels aiming to soothe his emotional wounds once more. Veronica took a glance at the house of the boy she had dated for a year before she shared a smile with Fred.

“It’s nice your doing that.” Fred said, “I know you love Archie.”

“Loved Mr. Andrews.” Veronica smiled, “Archie and I had a wonderful time together but we weren’t meant to be like he and Y/N are.”

“I guess they were startgame.” Fred fondly spoke getting a giggle from the young woman.

“It’s endgame Mr. Andrews.” Veronica chuckled joining Kevin at the door with Josie in tow. She waved before walking into the sunny light mind set on designing a dress for her friend.

Stuck in a hospital bed was not something you wanted around Christmas. You had gotten sick at your parents house when they felt the window open for the frigid air to come in. You were rushed by ambulance to the hospital in the city of Chicago for better treatment. You hands were curled around the warmth in your hands.

“It was getting thin but I didn’t think this would happen.” You cried looking up at Betty and Veronica. Jughead had dragged Archie out for a night together despite protesting leaving you.

“You’re still beautiful.” Veronica whispered rubbing your cheek with her hand.

“I look like a bad cosplayed Professor X!” You exclaimed looking up at them, “I want it gone.”


“We all want it g-“

“No I want my hair gone.” You sniffled watching as they shared looks before Betty went out to talk to a nurse, “I’m not pretty.”

“You are gorgeous.” Veronica sternly said looking at her watch, “Oh god. I’m late for lunch with Daddy. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

You mumbled a goodbye as Veronica fled the room leaving you alone with your hair in your hands. You were tired of everything. You were tired of causing Archie to not sleep. You were tired of Archie crying when he thought you were sleeping and you hated he only sang sad songs now. You wanted it over.

“Hey.” Betty whispered with a nurse by her side. The nurse holding a closed case in her hands. They helped you into the bathroom where the nurse handed you an electric razor.

It was therapeutic as you shaved off what you should reach before you handed it to Betty with a smile. You trusted Betty and there wasn’t anyone else you would want to finish the job, you both cried together until you were ushered back to bed.

“Knock knock!” Veronica called from the doorway with her mother behind her.

“I thought you had lunch?”

“I may have told a white lie…” Veronica trailed off walking in with things in her hands.

“Ronnie told me you were feeling down on yourself and she came to me.” Hermione said taking a seat next to your bed, “I pulled a few strings and we got some things shipped with a well known friend of ours. Pierce Jacobs is a beauty specialist with a background of celebrity makeup, hair and fashion.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“We didn’t.” Veronica grinned, “Pierce gave Betty and me tips to do so we can make it more personal.”

Together they unpacked a box filled with countless makeup and even head wraps of different designs and colours. A dress cover was situated in the corner before they began to work on you.

“I’ve always loved your eyes.” Betty smiled taking the time to apply primer to your face before putting eye shadow primer on your lids.

Veronica carefully chose the colours for your eye makeup just as Betty finished with a grin. The time was filled with gossip like it was back in high school during sleepovers. It was much different being in a hospital room in Chicago but it worked because you were surrounded by people you loved.

The dress of something you wouldn’t normally wear but you loved it to bits from the design to the colour of choice. It wasn’t incredibly long but it was too short either and it covered the IV from prying eyes. You decided on the head scarf with Hermione’s help before the door to your room was swung open.

The dropping of something made you turn to see Archie standing in the door way with a shock for you. Fred was bald like completely hairless on his head. Your jaw dropped as you saw Archie shifting on his feet.

“I knew you were going to shave your head sometime.” Fred informed you, “I thought we could be cute Sphinx cats together.”

“I was going to but Dad didn’t let me.”

“I love your red hair.” You mumbled stepping forward to run your hands through his hair with a small smile. There was something about Archie that made you feel alive ever since you realized how you really felt about him.

You however didn’t notice when everybody tricked out of the room leaving you two alone in your hospital room. You missed him at nights when visiting hours ended and you were left alone unable to sleep. 
“I love you.” Archie mumbled his lips lingering on your forehead. You weren’t sure how late it was but you were tired and not looking forward to tomorrow’s chemo. It was your last before you had an appointment with your oncologist.

Sighing with you eyes closed you danced in your room to the sound of silence, well when someone’s heart monitor wasn’t beeping.

“Someone died this morning.” You whispered.

“Let’s not talk about that.” Archie said slowly twirling you every one in a while until he stopped where he needed to be.

“I can’t help but think when I’m going to be next.”

“Not until we’re grey and old.” Archie whispered removing his hands from your waist. Confused you opened your eyes to see that Archie was now on his knee with a beautiful ring, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You cried jumping into his arms.

“I told you I’m in for the long run.” Archie murmured against your hair, “It’s a plus that I’ll get to stay with you at night also.”

“I love you Archie.”

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Divulge // Grayson

Summary: Grayson and you are secretly dating and decide to announce it in the latest video but how will your protective older brother, Jc Caylen react to the news?

Characters: Grayson Dolan x Caylen!Reader, Ethan Dolan, Jc Caylen, and Kian Lawley.

Words: 3385

Disclaimer: I do not own any images used, songs or YouTube.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff and angry Jc Caylen

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the end.

A/N: This is a long ass one but I hope whoever requested this really enjoys and apparently the fics aren’t showing up in tags. I apologize for that.

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It was hard to date someone well-known on YouTube; you were doing so secretly for both your safety and not wanting to hurt his fans. Grayson was always going on about how they would be happy for him being in a relationship with someone that respects his dedication to his fans. It caused a rift between you guys until he finally saw how passionate you were to being kind to his fans given that you were a fan too. Ethan was one hundred percent standing behind your relationship especially since he shipped your relationship from the beginning.

“Do you want pancakes?” Grayson asked from beside you on the couch. You lived in LA like him but you didn’t live with him even though you were over a lot.

You lived close by them with your older brother and his roommate, having moved roughly around the same time as the twins. Your brother and his friend had a YouTube together with a following that came mainly from their time in O2L before they broke up. Jc Caylen was your brother and Kian Lawley had grown to be your older brother too.

“No.” You wrinkled your nose. Both Ethan and Grey were confused as you shared a love of pancakes like them.

“You love pancakes.” Ethan said staring at you.

“Not since Jc pranked me. He wiped off my whip cream and managed to trick me into believing that it was whip cream but it was toothpaste.”

Both Ethan and Grey blinked before laughing in sync imaging the sheer disgust you would have displayed. They were right because you had viciously smacked your brother once you got the awful taste out of your mouth. Jc was brilliant and hilarious pretty much everyday since you could remember.


“In Amsterdam?” Gray asked still chuckling.

Your brother was still close with the former members of O2L, he was doing videos and with living Kian while also collaborating with the former members. Through Jc you became well acquainted with them too, you weren’t surprised when Sam and Rosa sent a wedding invitation. You went with Kian and Jc without the Dolan twins because it wasn’t encouraged to bring a plus one and nobody but Ethan knew about your relationship. Not to mention they had to film and edit a video while you were in a different country.

“Yeah.” You scrunched your nose up, “The taste of pancakes makes me feel ill now.”

“How did he managed that? Wasn’t he with the boys and you with the girls?”

“I spent my nights with them and the days with Rosa. Jc didn’t want me in another country away from him. He thought I would be hooking up with people. Which I didn’t do.”

“Well I can make you waffled if you want.” Grans said already getting up.

“I’ll help.” You announced standing up also.

“Please don’t fuck in there.” Ethan asked pulling Snapchat up on his phone.

“Come on Babe.” Gray said grabbing your hand. You smiled watching his back as he dragged you into the kitchen.

You walked in silence as you thought about what made your boyfriend the most happy in the world. Fans made him happy, his brother made him happy and making people laugh too. You also knew that while he had a private life that involved you he also felt guilty of hiding your relationship. You did too because nobody other than Ethan knew and it kept eating at you.

“Hey Gray?” You asked. He hummed in acknowledgement, “Do you want to tell the fans about us?”

Gray dropped the whisk in shock as he turned around to see your expression so he could check if you were joking or not. When you had your one year anniversary he had asked about telling people but you had been scared causing a fight between the two of you for a short period of time.

“Are you sure?” He questioned coming to wrap his arms loosely on your waist looking down at you. You had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.

“We’ve been hiding it for a year and a half, almost two years now.” You replied placing your hands on his chest, “I want to tell my family without fear of them spilling it to people.”

“It would be nice to tell my family and show you off.”

You grinned coming to an agreement to reveal your relationship to the world sometime close with the help of Ethan probably. You could feel the excitement rolling off Gray’s body, the giddy feeling causing you two to dance around while making the waffled. You laid out glasses to be filled with either orange juice, milk or water.

“What’s got you two so happy?” Ethan asked coming into the kitchen with damp hair.

“We’re going to announce our relationship.” Gray grinned in happiness.

“What brought this decision on?” Ethan asked leaning against the counter.

“He’s technically lying to everyone.” You said, “Plus I want my friends and family to know.”

“So I’m the only one that knows and you have been together almost two years now?” Ethan asked surprised, “Not even Jc?”

“No. When he got his wisdom teeth out he spilled secrets of mine which thankfully didn’t make it into the video.” You sighed.

“How are you going to tell everyone?”

“Snapchat is too short and twitter isn’t a smart idea especially after your reactions to choking. the title daddy and the fear you now have of looking at those comments.”

“I’m not uncomf-”

“Daddy-“ You stated looking at your boyfriend with a straight face only to be cut off.

“No!” Both Ethan and Gray exclaimed cringing in unison.

“That’s weird to hear from my brother’s girlfriend.” Ethan shuddered shaking his head.

“Video!” Grayson yelled. Both Ethan and him beamed at the idea, “We could mention news at the beginning and then at the end announce it!”

“Tease a couple pictures and use lyrics to throw the fans off and get more to watch the video!”

“It would be cute…” You trailed off, “It could be another way to tell our family too so we don’t keep repeating ourselves.”

You were really excited to see how it would turn out especially with your protective older brother. Jc had Kian to help him beat up Grayson if he felt like it and your Dad may side with them instead. Mom would probably be excited since the Dolans were nice to you and your family.

“Well I tweeted and so did E.” Gray announced shoving his phone back into his pocket.

You pulled your phone out to see the tweets that the boys had sent out and the already frantic comments going off. More than a few calling the boys ‘daddy’ and other dirty things that made you cringe. You decided on a simple tweet with lyrics to throw all the fans off because you didn’t want them to know that you were going to be in the video at some point. You smirked typing your favourite lyrics from Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Thinking out Loud’. You wondered if anyone would figure it out but you were confident that they wouldn’t figure out why you were all tweeting vague things.

“Do you think they’ll figure it out?” You questioned.

“I don’t think so.” Ethan said, “Nobody’s said if you were together or not so far.”

“Tell me when you want to film.” You told them.

“Uh…the waffled are burnt.” Grayson said looking at the where he had finished making the waffles, “How about we go out for breakfast and post a picture on Instagram. I can say something for breakfast and you could do a coffee date picture.”

It took longer than you would like to admit so Gray and you could make it look like you were not in the same place. You were happy with the picture you posed on your Instagram for your followers to look at and make theories on.

Looking through the comments you saw that Ethan had helped you out by making a joking comment.

‘So you decided to ditch me for a coffee date with that mysterious boyfriend. Gray’s getting breakfast with one of our friends…you guys left me sleeping and I feel alone.’

You chuckled showing Gray what his twin had said on your post finding it amusing how Ethan was rooting for you. Ethan was the largest shipper of the relationship that you were always expecting him to have made t-shirts for it. He had pushed Gray to ask you out almost two years ago which melted your heart when he explained how he had asked you out on Valentine’s Day.

“I feel bad for the fans.” You muttered playing with your fingers before snapping a picture of your drinks and then taking a sip of your hot coffee.

“I know. I feel the same as you do.” Gray admitted too, “We should make some general rules for public.”

“For the happiness of the fans we should keep kissing to a minimal and only hand holding for awhile to get them used to this.”

“Don’t act like a lovesick puppy. We shouldn’t act different than what we do now.”

“I think that’s it.” You mumbled trying to think of anything else.

“So we’re pretty much still hiding our love?” Gray asked as he stirred his coffee to his satisfaction.

“I want to respect your fans which means not being overly affectionate.”

“I wish we could be more open.” He admitted bringing his coffee to his mouth savouring the taste of smell of the drink.

“I do too.” You muttered, “Put your coffee down, I want to take a picture for our video.”

Gray put his coffee down before pulling you into his side as you clicked the button getting one of your favourite pictures of the two of you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you did so making you blush and grin at the same time. You heard a collective aw from the side where you saw an older couple shamelessly staring at you two.

“Remember that day we took a picture to announce our relationship?” The blonde female asked her significant other.

Grayson and you looked at each other with smiles when you were the ones to bring the couple good memories. Maybe someday in the future you would be in their position with another younger couple doing the same to you. That is is if you got the gift of spending the rest of your life with Grayson Dolan.

“We should leave them to breakfast.” The red head female said to the blonde.

“Sorry to interrupt your date.” The  blonde woman said, “I’m Shelley and this is my wife Lisbon.”

“I’m Y/N, this is my boyfriend Grayson.” You smiled towards the other couple that were holding hands on the table. They both shared a smile before looking back at you two.

“Grayson Dolan and Y/N Caylen right? Our youngest takes the family computer every Tuesday to watch your videos Grayson.” Lisbon chuckled, “We may have to get her a computer for her fourteenth birthday.”

“We can make a video if you want or you can give us your number so we can FaceTime her as long as you delete our contact after.” Gray smiled.

“In exchange can you keep our relationship a secret? We’re going to surprise everyone with a video.”

Lisbon and Shelley shared a look before asking to take a picture pulled out a nice looking camera that was obviously professional. Both Gray and you were hesitant to agree but when your food was placed in front of you they both got up. Shelley, using the utensils, changed the layout while Lisbon took your phone next.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“You looked nervous so we’ll take the picture so you can tease your date. We have our own photography business. Shelley sets up props and I take the pictures for clients. I’m going to take one professionally also.”

Within second they had a tumblr worthy photo that Gray had dibbed to put on his account the moment he took a look at it. The even handed a business card over with all the information to get into contact for any future needs.

“What are we doing for the video?” You questioned after start to eat your food once you had exchanged goodbyes with the couple. You had decided to leave the ideas for the video up to the boys because in the end it was their video and you wouldn’t be in it the whole time.

“Either just an announcement video or we google ourselves.” Gray shrugged.

“Google!” You exclaimed, “One of the recommended questions will be if your single.”

Gray grinned reaching over to squeeze your hand in thanks before he pulled up his messages with Ethan on his phone. You had thought they would have picked an idea already to do because they would need to start filming soon.

“He likes the idea.” Gray said locking his phone.

“Well we’re back now!” Ethan announced happily after helping Gray, “Alright this week…fuzz…we’re googling ourselves and we have a surprise so stay with us to the end.”

“And a guest as Ethan said in a tweet.” Gray said glancing at you before returning his attention to the camera.

You were in the kitchen typing on your computer instead of helping them, you liked to watch the videos on the day they came out. Yet you closed the computer when Gray tilting his head to come closer once they had some footage already.

“Does Grayson Dolan have a tattoo? I have a few tattoos yeah.” He said glancing at the camera before looking down at the phone again, “Does Grayson Dolan have glasses? Does Grayson Dolan have a kid? I don’t believe so.”

“What do you mean you don’t believe so?” Ethan questioned surprised before looking at you behind the camera. You knew they were acting this out but he looked genuinely confused.

“I don’t know. A bunch of people keep calling me ‘Daddy’ and stuff.”

“That’s not what they mean.” Ethan said to his brother whom was also acting. You watched as Ethan gestured to Grayson before making a weird slurping sound being his hand and Grayson acting disgusted.

“Does Grayson Dolan have a kick? No.” He blankly said, “Does Grayson Dolan have a girlfriend? Ha!”

You shorted once more at his antics while Ethan looked at you trying not to give anything away by being heard in the video. You were having a lot of trouble seeing as all their videos were completely hilarious to you.

“Does Grayson Dolan have a purity ring?”

Ethan scoffed at the question confirming that his twin didn’t need to have a purity ring since you had been dating for a long time. You were definitely intimate with your boyfriend even if it was hard to get alone time with your secret relationship. You zoned out thinking when you two first slept together on the cliche six month anniversary.  

“Is-” You chuckled before returning the kitchen to her your computer and bringing it back to the living room.

While they continued to shoot their video you settled in the chair across from where they were so you could watch your boyfriend do what he loves. You had your headphones in listening to music while you typed more about your story. You phone went off with a text from your brother.

“Oh fuck!” You burst out falling on the ground as he sent another one to you.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Gray asked concerned.

“Jc sent me memes again.” You choked crawling over to show them the memes. They really only found one of them hilarious but they didn’t share your brothers humour.

“Well can you join us?” He asked as you wiped the tears away and shoved your phone into your pocket.

“Okay so we have an announcement but we need help. Ethan said as you stood up once more and came into the frame. Ethan got out of his chair to drag the one of frame in view of the camera once the chairs were pushed back a little.

“This is our friend Y/N!” Gray smiled as you settled into the chair that Ethan had vacated.

“Hi.” You awkwardly waved to the camera earning laughs from your boyfriend and his brother.

“You’re so awkward!” Gray laughed poking you in the side.

“Stop!” You squealed pushing his hands away.

“Guys stop!” Ethan chuckled finally getting you to pay attention for the video and not torturing each other.

“So you guys are wondering why she’s here. Well the news is that this sweet girl is my girlfriend and I’m unbelievably happy to call her mine.” Gray grinned looking over at you with clear adoration in his eyes that you reciprocated.

“You guys probably knew before he said anything because of this.” You said raising your intertwined hands, “I’m going to settle this. We’ve been dating for well over a year but in public we won’t be overly affectionate out of respect for you guys. I respect that there’s more than just me in his heart.”

“She refuses to watch footage before you guys since she started out as a fan.”

“Oh and to our families, we’re sorry for not sharing our relationship with you.” You smiled.

“Please don’t send them hate because at the end of the day the only opinion that matters is our families and them.” Ethan said scratching the back of his hand.

“Just be happy for us.” Grayson smiled as Ethan dramatically unplugged his phone to the horror of Grayson.

You watched as they scrambled to see if it had deleted after Ethan had unplugged it. Ethan’s stupid idea to do so almost ruining the footage would have caused you to refilm and you really didn’t want that. You however laughed as your boyfriend smacked the shit of his twin as punishment before getting back into his chair.

“Ethan almost deleted all of the footage from the video.”

“Is Ethan Dolan an idiot?” Ethan rhetorically asked.

“Yes.” You looked at him blankly getting a light shove from him.

Your focus was interrupted as the boys shared words as you chuckled at their antics.

“Bye internet! I have to post some sneaky photos I took of them. Prepare to see the Dolan twins in their natural habitat of an apartment.” You grinned as you scrambled back to your computer and out of their reach. The boys quickly did their outtro before trying to stop you from sending them.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Gray said wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Wait for Jc to find out”

“Y/N Y/M/N Caylen!” Jc’s astounded voice exclaimed on Tuesday as he stormed into your bedroom.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Call that fucker over now.”

“Who?”

“Grayson. Do it now.”

“He’s busy.” You replied turning your attention back to your book.

“Why are you dating him? Why did you keep it a secret?” Jc rapid fired the questions at you giving you barely any chance to comprehend the questions.

“I’m dating him because I love him and it’s because we were nervous of getting hate and upsetting the fans.” You explained, “We decided it was worth it.”

“So you’re the reason Grayson’s brother scoffed at the purity ring question?”

“Yes Jc. Grayson and I have slept together.”

“I’m going to kill the bastard.” Jc growled.

“Who?” Kian asked as he came into your room.

“Grayson Dolan. He’s dating her and he’s fucked her.”

“We’re killing him.” Kian agreed quickly, “I bet if we told Sam he would be here quickly to help us even if he’s on his honeymoon.”

“Don’t kill him! I love him plus we’ve been together for almost two years!”

“What? How did we not know?” Kian asked Jc.

“Hate and we weren’t sure if it was a smart idea to tell the fans given how dedicated they are.”

“I hate him.” Jc growled.

“Go film your video idiot and leave Gray alone.”

“Fine!”

You pulled out your phone to text Gray.

He watched the video and he was pissed. He might punch with along with Kian but they won’t kill you.

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