look my dudes you can’t just say meihem is abusive when they only have two fucking programmed lines of dialogue.
J: “Brr, I get cold just lookin’ at cha!” M: “Then you should look somewhere else!”
M: “You’re just a no-good bully! How can you even look at yourself in a mirror?” J: “That’s cold!” or alternatively “I beg your pardon! I consider myself a freedom fighter–err..a misunderstood one!”
These lines of dialogue show that Junkrat and Mei have a tense sort of relationship currently in which Mei knows nothing about Jamison other than his criminal career and Junkrat doesn’t know anything about Mei besides the fact that she has a connection with ice abilities.
Lines by other characters that show show a similar back and forth bicker include Widowmaker and Tracer, in which their interactions go like this:
T: “Whatcha lookin’ at??” W: “An annoyance.”
W: “It looks like we will be working together.” T: “Don’t think I’m happy about that…”
Lines by McCree and Hanzo, the #1 Overwatch ship:
MC: “You know…that Sake’s not half bad. But I prefer a little bite to my liquor..” H: “How predictable. Such an unsophisticated taste.”
My point here is that every character in Overwatch has some sort of bickering, funny bit of dialogue between them and another character. Especially the more famous ships.
We’ve got two short films in which we see that Tracer and Widowmaker have literally tried to kill one another, 76 will comment “Someone had to do it.” whenever his character kills the enemy Reaper, and Mcree and Hanzo have very little actual history between the two of them and only a couple of lines as well, both of them referring to liquor, actually. Sometimes McCree will comment on Hanzo’s good shot, but every character will say a line when your character gets a kill, so that’s not a big deal, really.
Honestly though ya’ll literally have no fucking ground to stand upon stop calling Meihem disgusting and gross because…
You sat in the library with Minseok and Rozz trying to
concentrate on your work but you were far too occupied with the thought of
Baekhyun, Sehun and Youngjae for that matter. You repeatedly tapped your pencil
against the wooden table as you stared blankly at the wall ahead of you,
desperately trying to put pieces of information together, but it was no use your
efforts were futile; it was like assembling a jigsaw puzzle with all the wrong
pieces. None of your theories would fit together.
“Y/N, would you stop that?” Minseok whined as he looked up
from his book agonisingly at your pencil.
“Sorry I’m just thinking…” You put your pencil down, but
continued to look at the wall. What were Baekhyun and Sehun up to and why was
Youngjae a part of any of it? “Hey don’t you think Baek and Sehun have been
acting strange lately?” You asked the two of them as you brought your attention
back to the table.
“Well if weird means having sex with you then yes. Yes,
Sehun is acting very weird.” Minseok
smiled smugly as he buried his head back into his book. You hissed as you
kicked him under the table causing him to swear in agony.
“We’re not sleeping together, how many times!?”
“Well why would he lie about something like that?” Minseok
mumbled from behind his book.
“I don’t know? Because he’s an egotistical prick maybe?” You
answered sardonically as you picked your pencil up again, but this time you
began to roll it in between your fingers.
“Well whatever…” Rozz butted in as a light smiled pulled at
the corner of her lips. “I’m just glad that Chanyeol has Youngjae back.”
The living room was dim, the only light illuminating it
being that of a lamp near the sliding doors of the balcony. It was only 6PM yet
it was dark outside, the nights and days were merging into one. Winter was
drawing near. Sehun was lying on his sofa beside Mei; her body was warm and
half naked, contrast to his cold torso. He slowly sipped the nectar infused
alcohol from his glass before stretching and placing it back on the table as he
looked down lazily at her.
“That was good. You’re always good.” She smiled up at him
then kissed his bare chest; her voice a breathy whisper.
“Mm.” He replied simply lifting his eyes up he focused his
attention ahead of him at nothing in particular. Whilst the quickie was great,
all he could really keep his mind focused on was whether or not the lies and
his plan would work. This could go two ways and he was hoping it would swing
the way he wanted. He thought of Youngjae and Chanyeol and then his mind
drifted back on to Y/N, he knew she was onto something and quite frankly he
didn’t care too much because he would tell her the half truth sooner or later,
but not the whole truth. Not the part where he was involved at the beginning,
that meant that he had to keep his wits about him and play his cards right.
His heart jumped; startled as he heard a loud aggressive knocking coming from
the apartment door.
“Who’s that?” Mei frowned as she stood up from the couch;
she bent down picking Sehun’s sweater up from the floor and put it on. “If it’s
that bitch again…”
He groaned as he rose from his seat and walked slowly towards the door, he
really wasn’t in the mood for any more company tonight. Another insistent banging came from the door.
“Alright!” Sehun yelled “I’m coming! Fuck…” He slowly
reached for the door handle and turned it.
An angry looking Baekhyun burst through the door.
“So you’re fucking! You’re fucking Y/N.” Baekhyun hissed as
he dug his index finger into Sehun’s chest. Sehun smirked inwardly, he had Byun
Baekhyun exactly where he wanted and needed him. This had to work. He had to
lay the cards correctly from here on out.
“Even if I were,
what’s it to you?” He kept his face blank, trying to come across unfazed.
Baekhyun scoffed at the taller mans reaction.
“She’s your friend. We’re allfriends in this
circle Sehun! We don’t just walk about screwing each other when we feel like
it. That’s not how this shit works.” He dug his finger deeper into Sehun’s
chest as he bore his eyes into the back of his skull. Sehun smiled down at him derisively.
“Why the fuck would I be jealous? I’ve known her since we were this small.”
Baekhyun grunted showing an approximate height by lowering his hand so that it
was level with his hip.
“You’re doing what?” Mei breathed from next to the sofa, she
stood there wide eyes clutching herself in Sehun’s sweater. “You’re sleeping
with her? Sehun…” A tear escaped her right eye as she looked him square in the
face. She looked defeated and destroyed. “Sehun…You told me it wasn’t true. You
said it was a misunderstanding and I believed you. I should have known. I’m the
girlfriend! I’m not the bad guy! Why did you do this to me, I thought this
meant more to you than just—” She spluttered, her chest began to shake now as
she began to sob her body became limp as she hugged herself tighter.
“Mei no, wait. We’re not…”
He paused for a moment as he bit his lip anxiously. What was he supposed to
say? He could lose his girlfriend if he lied and said he was indeed sleeping with
Y/N, but he had to make Baekhyun believe him. It was crucial; he needed to let
them believe it. Did he lie and lose Mei? Or tell the truth and dissuade Baekhyun?
He looked back at both of their faces, they were both staring at him with wide
eyes and he gathered that it was because he was taking quite some time to
answer. He took in a long deep breath before breathing out again.
“Mei…I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to break it off for quite some
time now, but I just didn’t have the heart to do it. Me and Y/N…we’ve been
hooking up for quite a while.” His face was straight as he began to lie through
his teeth. “Sorry.” What was scaring Sehun was how good and believable his lies
were becoming. He breathed out, not believing he that he took that specific
route but he had to stick by his decision now. He looked at her distraught face
as her once porcelain skin had turned red with anger and hurt.
“So you’ve been using me for sex this whole time, not even
because you loved me. And what makes it worse is that you’ve been cheating on
me with low life scum. I hate you Oh Sehun!” She screamed as she pounded on his
chest with her fists. “I fucking hate you! You’re trash and I hope you know
that. You’re no better than these low-lives yourself; I can’t believe I really
imagined a future with you…” She shook her head.
Sehun raised a brow at her. A future with him? He was such a
pessimist that he never thought that far ahead but now he felt terrible for
stealing her happiness away over something that wasn’t even true. He never
thought he could have a future with someone…his parents didn’t provide him with
“No!” She shouted as she stormed over towards the door. “Save
it for the bitch you’re sleeping with. I don’t want to hear it. All I’ve ever
done is be good to you. I’m fucking finished!” She slipped her shoes on and ran
out of the doorway crying as she left the apartment.
“Damn it, I hope I get that sweater back.” Sehun rolled his
eyes ashamed that that was all he could think of after he had just quite
clearly smashed his ex girlfriend’s
heart. He turned to face Baekhyun again
who was looking at him in disbelief.
“Really Sehun? Sweater? What the fuck is wrong with you?!
What does Y/N know, what did you tell Chanyeol!?”
“Calm down. Nobody knows anything.” Sehun mumbled as he
looked at Baekhyun’s small figure. “This is all your fault anyway.”
“No!” Baekhyun protested as he pushed Sehun’s chest “This
isn’t my fault! I never knew any of
this was going to happen. Reiji said this was supposed to be harmless fun I
didn’t know about Youngjae! You’re just as guilty as I Oh Sehun; in fact you
may be worse since you’re lying through your teeth to everyone.”
Sehun scoffed at Baekhyun’s remark, it was like a poor
attempt at blackmail.
“You’re the one still hanging out with Reiji Baek! You don’t think the others
have noticed!? You don’t think it’s weird that you don’t revise with us
Just then Sehun’s phone started buzzing on the sofa beside the two men, the
both of them looked down to see the caller ID.
Sehun smirked as he picked up the phone and answered.
“Hey Babe” He slurred in a sultry tone. “I’ve been waiting
for you to come over, I don’t know how much longer little S can hold on.”
You balled up your fists at Sehun’s statement. Why was he
doing this? It was really beginning to anger you and you refused to let him
speak to you in such a vulgar manner.
“Shut the fuck up Sehun! I don’t know why the fuck you’re
doing this but I’m coming up for answers; open the door now.”
“Listen baby girl the doors already open for you; I hope you
aren’t wearing any lingerie like I requested.” He breathed, his voice suggested
that he was feeling amorous, but you knew otherwise.
You didn’t even bother replying to him as you were so disgusted. Instead you
decided to cut off. You were going to get to the bottom of what was going on in
this group if it was the last thing you did.
His apartment door was already open like he said it would be
and you stormed in without his permission. You came to a stop and yours eyes
widened as the met with Baekhyun. He shook his head and gave you a displeased
“So it is true.” He scoffed as he stood there awkwardly next
to Sehun. Sehun took a step forward to you as he slowly snaked his hand behind
your neck, stroking the side of it up and down with his thumb.
“I was waiting for you.” He licked his lips slowly and
seductively, shifting his boy so the he was in a spot in which Baekhyun could
see his every facial expression and action clearly. “So are you going to help
me out of these jeans?” He tugged at his belt with his free hands whilst he
bent his head down and bit your bottom lip lightly, letting out a soft nearly
inaudible moan as he did so.
“Sehun what the fuck are you doing!?” You yelled as you
slapped him across the face, blood rushing to his cheeks for the second time
“Fuck.” He mumbled as he took his bottom lips between his
teeth. “I love it when you play rough…It does so many things to me. But don’t
be shy, it’s only Baek” He chuckled deeply as he looked at you and pushed you
back onto the sofa so that you were staring up at his half naked body. “Just
lean back and close your eyes babe, Sehun will take care of you…Baekhyun get
out, we’re busy.”
“You’re a bastard Sehun and I never even knew you were
capable.” Bakehyun growled. His eyes were dark and his shoulders grew in size.
You gasped as you looked at his looming figure. Baekhyun had never been like
this before. “I’ve never told you…I never officially said it but you know it
Sehun! You know it and you’re fucking playing with fire! If you want to play
fine! Let’s fucking play!”
Baekhyun shouted before he left the apartment.
You stared up at Sehun, who was staring back down at you
“Get up.” He said in his usual monotone voice. Back to
normal in matter of seconds. It was as though you had acquainted yourself with
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. You stood up as you frowned at him, you weren’t just
angry but you were upset. Baekhyun’s outburst was something unlike you had ever
seen before and you were scared as to what was happening.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You breathed as you looked at
“I don’t know.” Sehun ran a hand through his hair and this
time he actually looked extremely worried. “I don’t know anymore. I think my
plan just went down south. There were two ways it could go and it went extremely
wrong. Shit. Oh shit.” He panicked and it was getting you scared.
By the end of August, she was back in her penthouse halfway up Victoria Peak. She listened to the rain pelt the windows and roof. The water rolling off the skylights cast exaggerated shadows on the floor below. Sakura curled up on the end of the sofa, her head wilting toward her chest.
Through the staccato of the rain, she heard the front door open and close. She opened her eyes. Waiting. Her fingers curled around the trigger of the gun hidden under the sofa cushions. She couldn’t hear footsteps. Straining to listen, she pulled the gun out.
She heard a sharp clink. Her arm flew up, barrel of the gun pointing straight at his chest.
“Is that any way to treat your dear uncle?” Hashirama huffed. In his left hand he held up a bottle of wine. In his right he held two crystal glasses. She regarded him over her firearm, expression unchanged. Slowly, she lowered her arm. Her gun rested on the sofa beside her, still within reach.
“What do you need from me, Uncle?” she asked, the steel gone from her voice. She was tired. It had been so long since she had gotten a decent night’s sleep.
“Is this how you give thanks to the person who’s come to celebrate your birthday?” demanded Hashirama, setting his things down on the coffee table. He looked around the huge penthouse, fists on his hips. Poked at the blue sofa. Nudged the shag rug with his big toe. And then marveled up at the high ceilings.
I’m sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse But I can’t even lie you got me
I was busy thinking about boys
b o y s
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me Darling, I can’t stop it even if I wanted Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me Missed what you were saying, I was miles away, yeah Don’t be mad, don’t be mad Not like I had a choice
After Leah’s party, the five of us decided to retire back to my place. I didn’t have much say in the matter. I personally thought I’d seen enough of Traci, Rocky, and Lexi for the week but Cyn all but begged them to come over to the house with us.
Everyone was scattered around the house while I sat in the den flipping through channels. No one cared to bother me and I wasn’t complaining about it.
How everything was kind of felt like my life pre-Cyn. She was the reason I kept in steady contact with my siblings but now that we barely speak, a lot of calls and messages went unanswered and I was by myself most of the time.
Falling into the open spot next to me, Lexi clasped her hands together and grinned “So!” she exclaimed
“What’s up?” I asked
I knew what she had on her mind from the moment I saw her walking towards me. I’d done my best to avoid this conversation but I knew it would be enviable. One thing about Lexi was that she was persistent as hell when it came to things going her way.
My chest, key in lock, sank beneath the horizon; I stowed it in the steel bars of your ribcage between pink diver’s lungs at a place cerulean in all directions, safe from the sharks I’ll swim with.
Did you detect my clumsy sleight of hand when I slowed the clandestine caress? Weak willed you called me from the crow’s nest, spyglass to your eye, literate in the language of sky I was never taught.
If I knew which star was North the doldrums may still clasp me, raw pearl waxing in a cracked shell.
My lungs are stale, blacker than the Jolly Roger you display, tidal waves of pride spilling out of your ocean eyes; oxygen is shorter than the swim, salvage seems beneath me I lie, disturbing shallow delta floors kicking murk around my toes charred throat murmuring mermaid songs.
Keep the beating bleeding thing where blue is up and down. Don’t bother seeking shore— bright white sand burns loud like cannonfire; this needs the icy numbness of the deep. I rely on your distaste for harbor setting course for my shipwreck without considering sails.
I’ll catch plenty of fish, eat none, and throw myself back in, bob like a buoy reach with the spin of lighthouse fingers spread wide without webbing; stray gales salty like your kiss, could sweep me overboard I weigh so little.
Your absence appeals as the silhouette of a safety net in palm tree shade, rum taste on tongue, cool dark shine on the dark of my lenses fresh as sea breeze, promising easy breaths.
The ink of your compass obscures a chart to what I’ve abandoned. If you dig up what I’ve buried, ignore it—leave me the eagle catching first sight of your returns. My feathers were never those of a parrot, despite the comfort of your shoulder.
Based on the song I Should Have Kissed You by One Direction because 1. it’s a beautiful song with such accurate lyrics and 2. it’s One Direction
Warnings: Angst. Just angst
a/n: also this is when Newt and reader was in Hogwarts, and the Yule ball is coming up. I know, I know, the Yule Ball only takes place when there is a triwizard competition, and I don’t think that there was one when Newt was in school, but let’s just take it as a prom thing and let cute Newt do his thing.
I Should Have Kissed You
Newt looked across the Hufflepuff common room, to where the most beautiful girl he had ever known was standing, chatting with her friends. She had the most glorious hair that glowed under the warm sunlight that entered the room, and it danced gracefully whenever she moved in the slightest. Her smile was charming and irresistible, and as she laughed with her friends, Newt longed to be the source of that melodious sound. Her eyes sparkled with love and joy, and he knew he could stare into them all day.
He loved her so much it ached, and he wished he had the guts to just do something to show her.
He has the chance. He knows it. The Yule ball was coming up (probably not true then, but let’s just go with it), and Newt knew that she longed to go, but because she was too young, she couldn’t. Not unless someone older asked her to, and that someone could be Newt.