Hello^^ how would bts react when their gf is around her family her accent comes when she talks (my fam is Chinese but from Jamaica and when we get together its all these Chinese ppl w/thick Jamaican accents Lmao) thank youI hope this makEs sense
Jin: “Oh my God jagi! Your accent is so cute!! Come here let me kiss you!”
Jimin: “ I like your accent, it’s kinda hot!” *greaseball Jimin is greasy*
J-Hope: “Is she speaking Chinese? it sounds like it, but it also sounds like a foreign language. I’ll just play it cool and clap and pretend I understand”
Jungkook: “Speak Chinese for me again? I love the way you speak it” *fluffy romantic Jungkook just because he is a cutie*
Rap Monster: He’d laugh at first because he would be confused about your accent, but then would proceed to die of cuteness because he has neer heard anything like it before and absolutely loves it.
Suga: “Wait, what? What is this language? Is it Chinese? What?” *Suga is utterly confused because he just woke up from a nap and his brain doesn’t function properly*
V: Does this need an explanation at all? Just look at that sexy smolder.
Request: Hey can I have an imagine? Newt being the guy so I saw this somewhere but I liked the idea it’s where it’s been a few years afire the maze and everything and newts die that stuff but I was wondering if you could have YN be the The daughter of captain America so she’s on the news one day talking about the maze and newt who isn’t really die sees her and then try’s to found her bec they dating though out the whole thing and he founds her and cute stuff Please, Nothing dirty sorry if it’s difficult
A/N: Sorry anon, I changed it up just a bit. I didn’t put in the Captain America thing because it just felt a bit too random for me, but the rest is in there so I hope you still like it! Let me know if you think my imagines are too long because I swear they just get longer and longer each time, I don’t even mean to I just get a bit carried away. Anyways I hope you like it, don’t forget to leave some feedback! :)
Noise. Busy Noise. That was the first thing I processed as Islowly emerged out of the darkness that had engulfed my brain for god knows howlong. All the sounds swirling around the room made the word hospital pop into my mind. Machinery
beeping pierced the air and there were several voices murmuring quietly around
me – discussing things that I couldn’t quite process. Then slowly, I got
feeling back. I registered that I was lying in bed with a cool, thin sheet
draped over my body. I felt my head resting against a soft pillow and my bare
feet felt cold. Then, even slower it seemed, I got motion back. It started with
a twitching in my fingers and toes, and then gradually I was able to move all
of my limbs. I opened my eyes.
I squinted at the bright lights that blared down on my face
– definitely a hospital.
“Ah, Mr. Newton!” A man dressed in a white lab coat
addressed me. “You’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”
I ignored the man’s question and eyed him suspiciously, “Who
are you?” I asked, not bothering to be friendly. “Another one of WICKED’s
pawns? I don’t know what you did to me, but I’m done playing along. Take me to
my friends and do it now.”
The man gave me a sympathetic look, “You don’t understand
yet. It’s okay, you’ll catch up with time. What you need to know is WICKED is
gone and has been for about the last five years.”
“Five years? What do you mean gone? And what do you mean by
‘catch up’?” I bombarded him. “And where are my friends?”
The man’s smile only filled with more sympathy – I found
myself hating him. “You will be surprised to hear that your friends believe you
to be dead, Mr. Newton. Have you no memory of the last time you saw them?”
I thought long and hard, becoming a little apprehensive at
the haziness of my mind. The only thing I could remember was running to the
Berg from those creatures in the
Scorch – me, Tommy, Minho, (Y/N) … then everything went black.
“Yeah we were running for our lives from the hell hole that you put us in.” I spat.
“I have said it before, Mr. Newton, and I will say again. We
are not WICKED. The WICKED program was dismantled five years ago … around
the same time that your memories stop.”
Something in his face told me he wasn’t lying, and my heart
pounded with fear and confusion. “What do you mean five years ago? How is that
“Does the term ‘The
Flare’ mean anything to you, Mr. Newton?”
I gasped and grasped
the railing to the hospital bed as the term suddenly brought all the memories
back to me in a flash.
The Rat Man telling us
that I wasn’t immune while everyone else was, saying goodbye to (Y/N) before I
went totally crazy, me actually slowly going crazy – a prisoner inside of my
own body as I could not control my actions, begging Thomas to kill me with
(Y/N) watching – horrified, and finally Thomas taking out his gun and honoring
my last request as he pulled the trigger, ending my life …
Only my life hadn’t ended. I was here, alive. And definitely
not infected with the Flare.
“Okay what the bloody hell happened, I want answers now.”
The man explained everything and I hung on to every last
word as if my life depended on it. Apparently, when Tommy shot me, the shank
couldn’t keep his eyes open to watch and missed his chance at a fatal shot. He
only grazed my skull, and by some miracle, the bullet dipped just low enough to
destroy the part of my brain that harvested the Flare, while leaving enough so
that I was able to heal and make a full recovery. After the small price of a
five year coma.
“So where are they now? The other Gladers, I mean. I need to
find them as soon as possible. I need to find (Y/N).”
“I’m sorry, but as I have said, we are not WICKED. After
your friends escaped, it was not our business to keep tabs on them. You are the
only who has remained in our care.”
“Who is ‘our’,” I
demanded. “Who are you?”
“It’s been five years, Mr. Newton. The world is slowly
piecing itself back together – the Flare problem is under control, the solar
flares are finally reducing, and the population is steadily growing. My name is
Dr. Jacobs. You are currently in a regular hospital – I am a regular doctor. It
will take time for you to understand and adapt to these new conditions, but we
are confident that life will be much better for you from now on.”
I stared at him, dumbfounded, a million questions running
through my mind.
“So how do you suggest I find them?”
The doctor flashed me another one of his sympathetic smiles,
“You’ve just woken up from a lengthy coma, Mr. Newton. You need to rest and
regain your strength before you take any action to locate your friends.”
“Well apparently I’ve been resting for five bloody years,
now let me out of this buggin’ place so I can find them!”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that yet. We need to see how you
adjust and make sure that you are healthy enough before you go anywhere.” I let
out a frustrated sigh, but my weak body told me that he was right. I needed my
strength back. “In the meantime, why don’t you relax and watch some TV?”
TV, I thought to
myself, I guess the world really is back
to normal. I knew what a TV was, but had no memories of ever actually using
one. I looked to my left and saw a small black remote sitting on the bedside
table. I picked it up and aimed it at the screen, as if it was something I did
on an everyday basis, and pressed power.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” The doctor said before exiting
I flipped through the channels, there were no TV shows or
movies – I guess it was a little too soon before the world was able to worry
about such things as Hollywood entertainment. There were, however, tons of news
stations and talk shows that discussed everything that was happening with the
I channel surfed through everything, curious, trying to
learn as much as I could about what was going on. It was difficult for me to
focus, though, because my mind kept drifting back to (Y/N). She thought I was
dead – she bloody saw me be killed.
Was she okay? Had she moved on? What was she doing now? Was she with the
These thoughts clouded my brain, making it difficult for me
to think of anything else. I had to
find her and I had to do it as soon as possible. My finger started aimlessly
tapping the remote, flipping through each channel, but not really looking. I
was losing interest in the TV and was about to turn it off when an image
suddenly popped up on the screen that made my breath catch in my throat. I
flipped past it so quickly that I almost thought I had imagined it, but when I
flipped back a few channels I saw that my eyes had not deceived me. (Y/N) was
on the screen.
I immediately turned the volume up and intently started at
the screen. She was being interviewed by a news station and I couldn’t help but
shake my head at the cheesy title: “WICKED was NOT good”. My heart broke seeing
her, her eyes that used to be sparkling and full of life were now dull and
unhappy. Her smile that I had fallen in love with seemed to be permanently gone
from her face. Her skin was pale and her voice lacked the determination that it
once had. Yet somehow she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her and I wanted
nothing more than to reach into the screen and hold her.
Judging by what they were saying I figured I had turned it
on towards the end of the interview.
“They took us … us kids
and forced us to play along in their little experiment
that would supposedly cure the Flare.” She spat, clearly angry. “They cared
little for who died because if you died – you obviously weren’t fit for their ‘final
candidate’. I watched my friends die.”
She had to pause because her eyes were filling with tears – my heart broke even
more. Somehow I knew shew as thinking of me. “I had to watch the one person who
I cared most about in this world die. I can never forgive them for that.”
The camera then panned away from her, though that didn’t
hide the fact that she was shaking with anger and crying. The shot then focused
on a polished news anchor, “Thank you (Y/N) for sharing your truly
heartbreaking story with us. We wish you the best.” And the screen faded out.
“Doctor!” I shouted. “Dr. Jacobs!”
He burst into the room a moment, “What’s the matter?”
“(Y/N),” I stuttered out. I was so stunned from seeing her
that it was hard for me to get words out. “My girlfriend, (Y/N). She was just
on the news. I need to get to her now.”
“No. I don’t care about my health anymore, I’m bloody fine!
She was just on the local news – she’s close. Now that I know that I can’t just
buggin’ sit here and wait for me to ‘get better’. You should’ve seen her doc, how
sad and defeated she was. I need to see her.”
He paused before letting out an exasperated sigh, “Okay.”
“Okay?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
For the first time since I woke up, a smile found its way
upon my face, “Thank you.”
He glanced at the screen she had just been on, “Fox. That’s
easy – biggest station we’ve got around here. I can take you right there.”
“Seriously. That is saying that you can actually walk.”
This proved to be a task. Being bed ridden for that long had
taken all of the strength out of my legs. Even with Dr. Jacobs help, it took me
a good half hour before I could actually walk around the room without any help.
After I mastered walking though, I was good to go. Though much weaker than I
used to be, I could move – and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Dr. Jacobs discharged me and after an intense discussion
with a colleague, he motioned for me to follow him out the door.
“I’m going to get in such huge trouble for this, but I
figure it’s the least I can do after everything you had to go through.”
I found that my hatred for the guy had dissipated, “I really
My heart jittered with nerves and excitement as we got in
his car, I had no clue what to expect when I saw her. The car ride seemed to
take forever, but my instincts told
me it had only been around fifteen minutes. A part of me feared she would
already be gone when we got there – the faster we went, the better.
Finally, we pulled into the parking lot of the Fox News
studio. I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to enter and just ask to see
her? Would they even let me in? I didn’t have to wonder much longer though, for
just as I was about to voice my concerns to Dr. Jacobs, there she was opening
the door and leaving the building. She walked across the parking lot with her
head down, heading for a vehicle.
I jumped out of the car, barely hearing Dr. Jacob’s “I’ll
wait here,” before I slammed the door.
I ran as fast as I could, the adrenaline running through my
body giving me strength. I slowed my footsteps as I got closer, not wanting to
startle her. After all we’d been through, I knew she’d scare easily. I guess I
didn’t slow down fast enough, because she jumped a little and then turned
around to face me.
To my surprise, she didn’t look shocked, or scared, or
happy. Her eyes filled with … pain and a small rueful smile formed on her
She let out a sigh before speaking, “I know you’re not
real,” I was too stunned to speak, “It’s been five years, I thought I was done
seeing your face everywhere. I guess it’ll never really stop. It doesn’t scare
me anymore though, it’s kind of comforting in a way. There’s just something
about seeing you that makes me feel safe – you were always able to do that,
make me feel safe.” She paused and her voice became shaky as tears rolled down
her cheeks, “I just miss you, Newt.” She reached out her hand as if she was
going to caress my cheek, but then hesitated and moved to turn back around.
Before she was able to walk away, though, I grabbed her hand
and pressed it to my cheek. “I’m here,” I said, looking her straight in the
eyes, “I’m really here.” Her eyes went wide and she stood there, frozen, my
hand over hers as it rested on my cheek. “It’s really me, (Y/N). I’m okay.”
She still stood frozen in shock, unable to move or make a
Then she suddenly shook her head, “This isn’t real, this is
a dream. This can’t actually be happening. This is impossible.”
I leaned down to kiss her, trying to convey everything I
felt through the action. For a moment she didn’t respond, but a second later
her lips were working with mine as if they had never been apart.
“Oh my god,” She said. “It’s actually you. Newt, I saw you
die! How the hell are you alive?”
I told her everything that Dr. Jacobs had explained to me,
and the more I talked, the more the gears turned in her head and she was able
to see how it happened.
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears as everything processed
in her brain. She threw herself into my arms, burying her face in my chest as
she cried. My arms wrapped around her and I hugged her tightly, burying my face
in her hair as my eyes brimmed with tears as well.
When she finally broke away from my embrace, she reached up
and cupped both of my cheeks with her hands, as if making sure I was actually
real. Her (Y/C/E) eyes that were shining with tears looked up into mine and I
realized the sparkle that had once lit them up had finally returned. I could
see the happiness gleaming in them. She stood on her tip toes and kissed me
knives started doing this thing in the last few weeks where if you’re dremeling her nails, she’ll clutch you with her little front stumps SO TIGHTLY as if to say ‘halp! save me!!! oh noesssssssssss!’ and she will just not let go. even though, you’re the one dremeling her :p
she’s ridiculous. it is so cute i wanna die, and also real dumb because hello? who’s dremeling you, lil girl? so whenever aragorn does her nails she will just clutch and clutch like OMG IS IT OVER YET? and then snuggle up in his lap more, even though he’s the one doing her nails!
“…Are you sure? Are you really, really sure? Ibuki loves the front row the most, but there aren’t many people who wanna sit there with me… Hajime, you’re so nice! As expected of someone who still remembers what it’s like to be a kid…! Now that that’s decided, let’s go sit on the edge of our seats!”
I wish I knew why I keep going back to doodle “Top of the World”–but it’s just so fucking cute and soooo fucking sad in light of how everything goes completely to shit. That moment (did I dream it? this definitely happened at one point in the papermill production?) at the end where Quasimodo signs “the two of us sitting” to her and she repeats it and he just looks so fucking happy that someone took the time to try and communicate with him ughhghghfhgfhgfhgbfhgbhjgbdjfgbhjdfg let me die it kills me. also trying to draw these characters in a way that invokes the actors is so hard because I just don’t do caricature well.
A/N: So I had this idea for this cute short oneshot in my head for a while now. It’s based on a song by the German band Jennifer Rostock, I made this little page where you have a link to the song and the translation for the lyrics if you’re interested. The song is called “Du Nimmst Mir Die Angst” what translates into “You Take Away My Fear”, very simple ;). It’s really short, but I really like it and I hope you do, too :).
It’s about how Karma help Amy in a way only she can hep her. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to read more oneshots like that :)
Wells is dead. Finn brings Clarke a pencil and Clarke decides to open up about Wells. Can you not?
Murphy needs to die. Peeing on a guy that just wants water?
What is Kane/Abby’s ship name? Yes I assume that makes me a masochist. I forgot how much I loved Jactavia. Seriously, they were so cute. He was the loveable nerd and she was the beautiful outlaw.
Another Bellarke fight. Seriously, you guys. Get a room.
I know Charlotte killed Wells, but who wouldn’t want to blame Murphy? Let’s be real. And Charlotte is just going to stand by and let him hang. Charming.
It says something that Bellamy is quick to believe Clarke against Murphy.
Bellamy is not the killer you are looking for.
I guess Raven is supposed to be Glass from the books? Which makes Finn, Luke. Which means, meant to be. Charlotte slaying her demons like Bellamy told her.
Murphy wants to kill Charlotte. Who doesn’t Murphy want to kill? Bellamy won’t let him though.
Finn takes Clarke & Charlotte to a mysterious bunker that he hasn’t told anyone about. What could you want that for Finn? Back. UP. Though to endgame, you have to get the other line of the triangle out of the way. So by all means. It just means you guys will be over with faster. Kane’s mama is a super hippie. The barter queen telling Kane about Abby’s morphine trade.
Charlotte goes to turn herself in. Murphy wants to kills Clarke now. This guy needs another hobby.
Charlotte jumps off the cliff.
I can’t. Their faces. So Murphy not only almost killed Clarke, but Charlotte kills herself because of him. Bellamy then loses his mind. AND THIS IS WHERE THE BELLARKE PARTNERSHIP BEGINS>>>>
We know bb. NO one likes Murphy. We all love to hate him though.
Murphy is banished. I feel like that won’t last very long. He’s like a cockroach.
The Princess and The King are officially ruling.
Monty short circuits all of their bands. The Ark thinks they are all dead. Then Clarke and Finn are in the shady bunker. Finn freaking out (now I realize it’s because everyone, especially Raven, will think they are dead. In turn, that means they will all die because they will think Earth in uninhabitable.) FAVEN ftw.
THEN THIS UNSPEAKABLE ATROCITY HAPPENS:
I am going to try and wipe that from my brain. Jactavia to the rescue.
Aw. Sure you are bb. Man it is really going to suck for you when Lincoln shows up. Oh well! On to episode 5. Raven is on her way!!!! Finn is going to have some explaining to do.
except that’s not a tome, just some really cute/cheesy romance novel stuck in a decorative sleeve
she’s so going to read it if she gets nervous
don’t say anything about her boobs or you will die she is strong enough to kill a man with her fists
she’s trying to be a little bolder/more open and honest with how she feels for now but may end up getting too embarrassed and sprinting away. if this happens to your meme, do not worry, this is a common occurrence and will subside when the flustered shrieking does