@bugheadsriverr : hi!
I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, could I request
an imagine where you are joining the riverdale cast and kj is really nice to
you and you guys immediately become friends? Tysm J
love. Could you write an imagine where the reader is Cole’s friend and she
visits him on set to give him something and there she meets KJ and he likes
her? Thank you.
Characters: kj apa, cole
A/N: I decided to join
these two together, because I thought they were very similar, and I can easily
incorporate them together (there will probably be two parts), but if there is
any issues, let me know x
“Cole, I swear
to Moseby! If you throw one more sock at me, I am going to kill you!” You had
threatened, using an inside joke you, Cole, and Dylan had made up when you were
all performing on ‘The Suite Life of Zack
and Cody’. You put your phone in the back pocket of the jeans you had been
instructed to wear, but Cole had made it his mission to annoy you while you
tried to look for your Southside jacket.
“Shut up, Dork.
I’m older.” Cole stuck his tongue out at you. “By 5 years, mind you.”
obvious I’m more mature, then!” You raised an eyebrow, taking the black,
leather jacket off the hanger and slipping it over your shoulders, seeing Cole’s
also, You handed it to him, telling him to shut up and hurry up.
It was quite
surreal, and a little coincidental. You obviously hadn’t shown up on season 1
of CW’s show Riverdale, but you were appearing as a reoccurring character,
going by the name ‘Laela DeSantos’. You had auditioned for the part of Joaquin’s
feisty, yet artistic, sister. You had starred on quite a few shows with Cole
Sprouse, and you were starting to think that the both of you were supposed to
You and Cole
had met when you appeared on ‘The Suite
Life of Zack and Cody’ and your friendship went on and past ‘The Suite Life on Deck’ and you had also
appeared on a few other Disney Channel shows.
“Come on now,
we have to get to set.” Cole spoke up, making you roll your eyes and walk
besides the brunette towards the set.
KJ watched you
as you repeated your lines for the second time. He was sitting next to Cole on
a couch, script in his lap as he listened to Cole’s lines, following on and
rehearsing his own lines.
“So man, when
are you going to ask her out?” Cole suddenly said, out of character and taking
KJ off guard.
“W-What?” KJ spluttered,
looking at Cole, wide-eyed. “What do you mean ‘when am I going to ask her out?
Who even is her?! Camila? Lili?” KJ scoffed awkwardly, chewing on his thumbnail
and looking at his –Archie’s- Converse.
“Don’t be an idiot. You know I mean (Y/N).”
Cole rolled his eyes, chewing on the end of the pencil that was being fiddled
with. Cole watched you, smiling a little as you launched a slap across “Kevin’s”
cheek, yelling at him about how he should have stopped Joaquin from leaving. “Dude.
It’s okay if you like her. She is like a little sister though, but you’re one
of my best friend’s, and I do trust you.” Cole looked at the red-head, smiling
a little. “You wanna ask her out?”
KJ bit his lip,
shaking his head. “Not right now, but maybe soon. I just, she’s just started
working here and I don’t want to scare her away.” KJ turned his attention back
to you, the ‘Southside Serpents’ having also gone onto the set, all staring at
Kevin, Betty and Veronica.
“What are you
two boys gossiping about?” You spoke as you sat down in between Cole and KJ, a
water bottle in your hand as you unscrewed the cap and drank from it, eyes
flickering to KJ as you lowered the bottle and put the lid back on. You had
just finished your scene and were in need of a much needed nap.
important,” KJ spoke, looking at Cole and then smiling down at you. You nodded
slowly, standing back up and tapping KJ’s leg. “Whatever churns your butter.”
You shrugged, pushing your hair from your face and taking a deep breath. “I’ll
be in my trailer if you need me.” You walked away from the two boys.
KJ looked over
at Cole, who had a huge grin on his lips. “Don’t you dare.” KJ furrowed his
eyebrows, but Cole stood up and followed your path, biting his lip.
“Think of it as
a favour, buddy.”
cross-legged on your trailer, laptop in front of you as you typed away,
replying to emails, DM’s, messages and anything that you found interesting. You
mostly responded to fanmail, since interacting with your fans was one thing you
loved to do. You were trying to respond to all the messages that had been sent
to you, but a knock on your trailer door brought you from your little bubble,
bringing all your attention to the door. “Come in!” You called out, finishing off
the last message and closing your laptop, seeing a certain ginger walk in. “KJ,
hey.” You smiled, sitting up a bit straighter and moving your laptop to the
side. “Come sit.” You pat the space on the bed in front of you and moved back a
“Hey there, (Y/N).”
KJ smiled at you, sitting on the bed and mirroring your cross-legged position.
He looked at you as he chewed on his lip. “Can I uh, can I ask you something?”
He swallowed a lump in his throat and you nodded.
“I-uh. Well. I
was wondering, if you’d like to go out sometime? Like, on a date?” KJ felt hot.
He was starting to sweat and becoming a little red as he awaited your answer.
“KJ…” You spoke
softly, not knowing how to break the news to him. You took a deep breath and chewed
on your lip.
Kakashi was not excited to meet the second of the pair of genin he was going to be stuck helping the Namikaze jounin babysit. The kunoichi was alright, if unimpressive, but the other was an UCHIHA. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about, he was going to be spending unfairly large amounts of time with one of the red-eyed occultists. If he had to endure another ridiculous conversation about magic, he was going to electrocute someone. He was already anticipating ostentacious robes and gaudy jewelry and a holier-than-thou attitude with a decent amount of outright dread.
When he arrived at the training ground though, the sight that met him was an unbelievably pale and scrawny boy in shorts and a tank top with wicked-looking piercings in his ears, left eyebrow, right nostril, and lower lip, swirling red tattoos on the entire right side of his body that appeared to trace his chakra system, clawlike black fingernails, black-painted eyes and lips, a necklace made of what appeared to be rat and crow skulls, and an iron staff in one hand topped with a lantern that was DEFINITELY made of a human skull.
“Your face will freeze like that, Kakashi-san,” the boy said, raising a half-shaved eyebrow.
Kakashi tilted his head. “You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
Dark lips lifted in a crooked smile. “Uchiha Obito, at your service.” His tone of voice was mocking; dark, slicker than oil and colder than sea ice.
Kakashi smirked back in response. They were going to get along wonderfully. Somewhere across the village, Minato shuddered.
<Question from pen name: hard cooked rice little dango san from Mie>
Hello Sorachi sensei: I am really worried about fixing my attitude. I got sucked into my own mind over little things and that make me really worried, there is a way to make use of all this imagination? Or I should change this trait of my personality? And how to do that? Please tell me! (but give me a serious answer please)
I have to say that my biggest worry in 37 years of life it’s been how thick my ass hair are, but i never fixed it. In the end in human life, pain being big or little doesn’t matter cause what it’s painful is life itself.
Now to better understand what really a “worry” is in human life, let’s think about the time humans used to live butt naked. Compared to the worries of modern time we can all say that there is no comparison, and sabre toothed tiger was really scary! And that was just normal thing called life. Anyhow, they still wanted to survive and spread their genes, even if the sabre of the sabre toothed tiger was still there. So even if life was hard at the time they wanted to go on and said ”Let’s make things that looks like sabre from sabre toothed tiger and fight them!”. So making them worry about something reached the point were they started to think and create weapons, and that made the surviving worth of it. However, once the problem with the saber was solved, other desires come rising, and thet were things like “he still screaming in fear, but Kobayashi’s saber is bigger than mine and makes him cooler, and that makes me worry”. So instead of the surviving, they started to worring about what to do”, and it was something like: “well… Kobayashi is still screaming (kobayashi screams)” “please stop!!(kobayashi” “ *screaming* (screaming)”.
And since Kobayashi’s screams, human kind is still suffering, and maybe now Kobayashi isn’t teaching how to do cool sabres, but he s doing pastries boxes, but even if now we live in a quiet way, pain is still out there. But every time we survive to our pain and it turns out in joy, we moved away from our origins and are still in pain, for something like “Are this ass hair???”
Humans are by nature troubled creatures, that’s cause one of their characteristics is to be efficient. People tend to be worried about thee smallest things even the most stupid, but small or big it doesn’t matters. Even if there is no sabre toothed tiger or the guy that fought against the sabre toothed tiger’s ass hair anymore, the worry about the sabre and ass hair is still there, and instead to fight with sabres they are fight worring about ass hair.
Said that, dear Hard cooked rice little dango, I will not be the one to say to you to stop worring about little things. But you being a living creature will face and overcome every little pain in the ass, and all that will help you to face and overcome every sabre toothed tiger, you will be able to overcome every big trouble in life. And you could better consider other’s problems too. Take me for example, before to stand in front of this sabre toothed tiger that is this manga, i had to live a hair ass life and fight with this kind of thing.
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I wish I had more time with you;
I wish I could remember exactly how you hugged me;
I wish I could remember how it felt to have my arms around your waist, head pressed to your heart;
I wish I could remember the sound of your voice and how you said my name;
I wish I had taken time to savor your sweet aroma;
I wish time would’ve frozen so I could’ve gazed into your eyes and counted every color, memorized every detail of your face;
I wish I could replay it all over again so I could go back and remember every bit of you,
Because it all went by so fast,
It was all just a blur,
I didn’t have time to savor the moment and before I knew it, you were walking away.
I just hope we meet again before I forget you completely.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 63
Thank you @viviena for this amazing animation!!! It is perfect :)) In celebration of such amazing work, I present a fic
Stiles was a very easily distracted five year old. Example A - he had managed to wander off seventeen times in the past hour, constantly caught up in his need to more closely examine every flower or bug that caught his fancy.
He had been taken on the hike to expend some energy, to relieve the restlessness that seemed ingrained into the kid’s bones. It was a common occurrence for Sheriff Stilinski to have to revert back to countless websites that he had bookmarked to look for a new babysitter willing to look after his little bundle of spaz.
It had been almost fate, meeting the Hales. A simple accident, one that the families had long since moved past seeing as a negative. The sheriff and Stiles had gone to the grocery store, his dad looking worn out and tired, staying up too late looking for a new sitter. It seemed like if a person hadn’t already babysat Stiles, they had heard rumors about the boy and his difficult to handle nature. So, for now, the sheriff took the boy everywhere, cashing in favours the receptionists at the precinct owed him when he was called out on duty. But even their patience was growing thin.
It was in the grocery store after John Stilinski and Talia Hale had exchanged pleasant smiles that all hell broke loose. Or well, Stiles broke loose. He had managed to climb out of the back of the cart and wandered the aisle before running head first into a pair of legs. A boy of about nine or ten years looked down at the stumbling mess of a kid by his knees. The boy looked up, saw the man talking pleasantly with his mother and smelled the familial scents.
I was going to say it’s unrealistic for Steve Trevor to proclaim he loves Wonder Woman after only knowing her three days, but I, too, would take one look at Diana after saving me from a wreckage and instantly be willing to die for her.