#'snap the fuck is that top gif then' LISTEN i had JUST gotten rid of a guard before his turn

[todayisafridaynight]

top ten things i didnt think could happen during the aoki/bodyguard segment Aoki Actually Attacks

#snap chats #ignore the fact joon-gi's having the worst time ever ok sacrifices had to be made #GOD FINALLY I GOT THESE STUPID GIFS #the funniest bit is that aoki primarily targeted eri i just didnt wanna show her gettin dogged on twice #like father like son why the fuck do they both have problems with eri ☠️☠️ #BUT YEAH NO I DIDNT. I NEVER SAW HIM USE HIS GUN OR ATTACK UNTIL LAST WEEK #AND I NEVER SAW ANYONE ELSE TALK BOUT IT AND WE ALL KEPT JOKIN AOKI NEVER USES THE GUN #BUT NO HE DOES my hypothesis. right. #is that he'll only do these things when he has some bodyguards left #'snap the fuck is that top gif then' LISTEN i had JUST gotten rid of a guard before his turn #idk maybe he needs a buffer turn to use guard order idk #but i kept him alone for a solid ten turns and he just kept using guard order #thing is his goons are so easy to take out with essence of rose typhoon or something similar he's always in need of guards #this fight just goes by so fast you never expect him to use either of these- which what makes his empty gun in the followin scene hilarious #hence. why ive never seen it lmao #i can die happy now. im not crazy. im crazy but im not lying #this was so unnecessary LMAO #genuinely insane i can just upload homegrown y7 gifs and videos... wild... #unrelated to these. ive decided tendo is no longer scary ive got the timing down everyone <- two people died during the tendo fight #LISTEN FOR THE MOST PART I GOT IT I JUST FUMBLED AT THE WORST TIME LMAO its all good #at this point im more afraid of the arminator fight since that shit just hates me and kills my millenium runs more than tendo #ok bye im practicing more before my friend hangs out with me

[palbabor-writes]

Paralyse

this is for @libiraki​. ily pwetty lady (づ◡﹏◡)づ warnings: tw.dubcon, tw.cucking, SMUT/18+ only, vouyerism, fingering & other dirty things

Paralyse par·a·lyze /ˈperəˌlīz/ verb cause (a person or part of the body) to become partly or wholly incapable of movement.

It should have worn off by now.

It’s not supposed to take this long, to feel like this. It had barely hit him; there’s no way he hadn’t dodged it in time. Fucking, stupid, quirk. Why bother to activate it? What’s the use if it doesn’t kick in for hours? It hadn’t helped the man; he’d died all the same. 

Goddamn it.

Shigaraki tries to shift his fingers, his toes, his shoulders. He can sense that his brain is sending the right signals, that the correct neurons are firing, sparking, fizzing within his heavy muscles; they have to be, because he can sense the ache that they leave behind. 

But nothing changes. He’s locked in place, his head craned against the floor, eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, a thin line of drool slipping down his useless lips. 

Dabi had knocked him from the thin mattress, forcing you to crouch down beside him, telling you how to position him, to lift his chin a little more, to ensure that Shigaraki can see everything that’s unfolding before him. 

Dabi’s not supposed to be here.  

No, Dabi had said he was going to be away for the next few days, pounding the pavement and scouting for new recruits. He must have finished early, or given up. He always had some kind of excuse, some brisk wave of his long fingers, staples glinting against the dim light of the bar top, assuring his “boss” that he’d get to it, eventually. 

Shigaraki isn’t even sure how the asshole had gotten into his room.

For his part, Shigaraki had been useless for hours, collapsing soon after his return, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud, scattering dust and a sharp collection of gasps from his followers. You’d reached for him, hands tugging his head up, begging him to tell you what was wrong, what had happened.

He couldn’t say, couldn’t answer, his jaw tense, already locking up from the paralysis quirk he’d been unlucky enough to fall under the spell of.

You’d done your best to prop him back up and Kurogiri had ensured that the two of you were warped to the dark sanctuary of his bedroom seconds later, sequestering him from the prying gaze of the others.

Someone must have told Dabi. Must have said that Shigaraki was incapacitated, weak, vulnerable, leaving you, by default, ripe for the taking. 

He’d never liked that you’d elected to pair off with Shigaraki. Always snapping and baring his teeth at the two of you, angry that you’d somehow managed to slip through his mottled fingers. 

Shigaraki had done his upmost to play up on those frustrations, pleased he could rile such vehement emotions from the flame user. He’d flaunted his access to you, touching you, kissing you, marking you with dark bites and bruises. Apparently, he’d struck more than a nerve. 

Well, if turn about is fair play, Dabi’s done his best to ensure that Shigaraki has got a good view.

You’re splayed across the bed, one leg braced under Dabi’s burned skin. There are bright pricks of red and purple that litter your inner thighs, evidence of his all too hot touch against you. He hasn’t left you with a single scrap of clothing and your naked skin prickles against the heat of his fingers and the cool sucks and licks he leaves behind, evidence of his ravenous want. 

“Stop being so quiet,” Dabi chides, cerulean eyes lifting to yours, fixing you with a sharp glare. “How can he hear you if you keep biting your tongue like that? It’s not fair, is it boss?” His head whips around and he barks out a cruel laugh, teeth bright as he leers down at Shigaraki’s prone form. “Anything you wanna see? You fucked her in the ass yet?”

You gasp out a sharp whimper at his final question and squirm under his grip. Dabi looks back at you, staples pulling against the lift of his smile. “Ooooh, think I can take that as a no. Well babe, let’s put on a show for him. Let him see how to really please you, cause’ I know he hasn’t. I know you need something else, something better than the weak fucks that pent up incel has been giving you.”

One of his hands curls under your chin and you lower your head, teeth snapping, trying to catch one of those long fingers as they dance away. He just chuckles and puts more of his body weight against you, his head dipping to the line of your throat. 

“Don’t be like that. Who knows? You might like it. Might like it so much you’ll want more.”

As he presses his nose to your pulse, taking in a sharp inhale and sighing blissfully at the heady scent of you, his other hand has wandered to the apex of your thighs. Deftly, he pushes past your dampening curls and moves his middle finger along your folds, delighting in your sudden, unbidden reaction. 

Your hips coil upward, betraying you with a swiftness that makes your head spin. He’s careful to keep away from your pulsing entrance, pinching at your slippery labia as his tongue traces a wet line to your ear. 

You shake your head, angry with yourself, lifting from the tattered mattress, eyes peering into the darkness, searching for that familiar mop of white hair; looking for him, the one that you really want, you remind yourself, the man that you need. Not Dabi. Not him. You don’t...you don’t want...oh...fuck–

“There we go. I’ll make you a deal, say my name and I’ll touch you where you want me to. How does that sound? Hmmm?”

“D-Dabi! Don’t...I–”

Dabi’s found your clit.

His calloused thumb and forefinger are pinching around the bud, frigging and tweaking it until faint dots pass over your eyes. Your head drops back to the bed and your hips roll, legs unconsciously spreading, your traitorous cunt betraying you, offering you up. 

“Mmm, you look real pretty like this, so pink and...and...fuck babe, look how wet you are,” Dabi pulls away from your heat, catching the spidery strands of your arousal, stretching them across his fingers.

“No! I didn’t...I don’t want this....get off me! You...fucking...disgusting...ah–”

Your voice fades away as you watch him, eyes drifting to half mast, lungs burning as you try to contain your budding excitement. He’s licking his digits into his mouth, slurping hungrily at the wetness of your cunt, head turning back to the stiffened man behind him.

“Look at her! Can you do this? You ugly fucker? Can you make her wet from just one touch? Do you even fucking know what to do with her? You don’t deserve this, you haven’t earned it. Bet he can’t even make you cum, can he babe?”

He’s looking down at you again, one dark brow arched. “Let’s show him how it’s done. Come on doll, let me hear how much you want me.”

It’s all the warning that you have, all the preparation he allows before his fingers are slipping past the tight ring of your entrance. You neck arches under you, breasts lifting as your back bows off the bed. Before you can blink, his lips are around your tightening nipples, passing from one to the other as he strokes and teases, searching for something within you. 

“Such a good girl, saying my name like that and you’re so sensitive,” Dabi coos, tongue tickling under the curve of your breast. “Tomura, does she do this for you? Nah, I doubt it. Look how much she likes me!”

The only sound from the paralyzed form of Shigaraki is his labored breathing. It rasps across the room and it makes you shiver to know he’s watching. Before you realize what you’re doing, your arms are lifting from your sides, cupping against the back of Dabi’s head, holding him to you as you writhe and buck under his talented fingers.

Dabi gifts you a low groan, teeth dipping out, worrying your tender skin under his soft bites. “Yes, just like that. Tell me babe, tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, I’ll make it so good you can’t fucking think.” 

You voice is frozen, trapped within the confines of your throat, but your body is speaking for you, answering him with hazy want. On an upward cant his fingertips hit something within you, something that makes a broken sigh escape your trembling lips. You can feel his grin, his lips curling, warm staples passing over you as he taps against the spot again. 

“There,” he moans, rewarding you with another press. “You like that, huh?”

“I–” you falter, mouth falling open and hips lifting. “I don’t...I don’t...”

“Don’t what?” Dabi teases, lifting his dark head from your breasts, raising those preceptive blue eyes to yours. “Want me to stop?”

“No!” you hear yourself cry out, ashamed that you’re so fucking weak, so fickle, but you can’t help it. You want more, you want him.

“Mmm, you’re ready for something else, aren’t you?”

He waits for your answer, fingers stilling within you, making your pussy clench and suck at his stationary digits, vainly asking him to continue. You lift your head, eyes pulling away from his to rest on Shigaraki, searching the vermillion, looking for some kind of answer. 

“Don’t look at him, don’t even think about him,” Dabi scolds, slick fingers snatching your chin, demanding your full attention. “Do you want my cock babe? Do you want me to fill you up?”

Your mouth has gone dry and you can’t think, not when he’s looking at you like that, not when you know Shigaraki is watching, listening, taking all of this in. He must be hard, he must be so hard and he can’t relieve himself, can’t grind his hips over the cold ground, can’t...

Dabi’s hand cracks against your side, slapping against the swell of your ass and driving you into him, bare breasts scraping against his loose shirt. “I said, don’t think about him. I’m all you need and I’m going to make you realize that, one way or another.”

He shoves you back down, a large palm spaying over your collarbone as he rids himself of his dark pants, freeing his heavy, dripping cock and giving it a few quick tugs. 

Your eyes drift downward, widening as you take in his thick girth and gleaming piercings and the gasp that leaves you is all the encouragement he needs. As soon as the exhale leaves your lungs he’s driving forward, splitting you open and flashing you a wild grin as you brokenly call out his name.

“That’s it baby, say it again, tell me again. Say my fucking name,” Dabi laughs, pulling his hips back slowly, watching as his length emerges from your cunt, glistening and wet.

“D-Dabi,” you groan, toes digging into the sheets, bracing yourself for another rough cant, ready to feel him again. 

“Again,” he pants, picking up his pace, his thumb reaching for your throbbing clit. “Say it again. I don’t think he can hear you.”

Shigaraki is mumbling something, his voice hitting a frantic note. It might be your name, it might be a curse, it could be anything, but, at this point, you’re too focused on Dabi to care. He feels good and those piercings of his are heating up, scraping against you until you’re a shivering mess.

“Harder!” you beg, fingertips reaching for the skin of his mangled hips, curving over the slope of his ass, pulling him into you. “Fuck me harder, Dabi. Give me more!”

“Such a good girl,” Dabi laughs, slinging your shaking legs over his shoulders. “Hurry up and break outta that quirk boss. I wanna see what she feels like with two of us. It’s waaaay past time you broke her ass in. Just think how tight this cunt of hers will feel then. Ah, fuck...yes baby, just like that, do that again.”

Shigaraki is gasping behind the two of you, his throbbing cock leaving wet drips against the front of his pants. You look so good. Goddamn it. Why the fuck do you look so good? He should kill Dabi, just reach out for that nasty skin of his and crumple him to dust, but he’s right. Shigaraki wants to see what you feel like with two dicks. Will it make you tighter? Will it feel good? How loud will you scream for him when he shoves past the puckered ring of your ass?

God.

His arms are starting to tingle and he can feel his toes again. Not long now, he thinks, watching as Dabi pounds you into the ratty mattress, dragging more whines and gasps from your pretty lips. He’ll get his due and he’ll show you what a fucking slut you are, show you just how much you need him.

How much you need both of them. 

notes: sigh, it got too long :(             

#drabble #kinda? #idk #i cannot write small #sigh #for libi #libiraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #tw: dubcon #tw: cucking #bnha smut

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Who Do You Love? (Ben Hardy x Reader Fluff/Smut)

Warnings: SMUT, Angst, insinuations of physical abuse

Word Count: 3446

Ben and I always had this interesting dynamic. Since we met back at the start of Primary School we’ve been each other’s, go-to person. I mean if anyone was giving us a hard time, or (as we began to do when we were a little older) had a crush on someone but didn’t quite have the balls to make the first move we would go to each other for advice and protection. As we grew the dynamic would change. Whenever one of us suffered a break-up, or if my parents decided to drive me towards the edge (again) we would lend each other a shoulder to cry on and let each other know that no matter what we were still loved. That was how it always was between us. Then when we were thirteen we attended the Halloween party that started everything.

I was dressed as Wednesday Addams that year (Christina Ricci forever being one of my goddesses of cinema) and Ben was Luke Skywalker. “Just don’t go snogging your sister,” I teased him.

“Okay first off I don’t have a sister,” he pointed out as we made our way towards the party. “And secondly it was she who snogged him and she was still a movie away from learning it was in fact incest.”

“Okay okay point made Skywalker,” I said following him inside. It was your average party with loud (mostly ghastly) music, punch, dancing, and games. The game that started my years of torment was Truth or Dare.

I remained invisible throughout until one little bugger known as Luca Greenley spotted me. “Y/N truth or dare?”

“Um pass,” I said nervously.

“Not an option darling,” he said.

“Don’t call me that,” I said. “Truth I guess.”

“Who do you love?” I damn near spat out my punch.

“Wuh-What?”

“I saw you drawing a heart around a name during History class the other day,” Luca said. “Come on now out with it.”

Beside me, Ben tensed up.

I shook my head. “What’s the punishment?”

“You have to do a dare,” Luca smirked. “And I dare you to kiss who you think is the best looking lad here.” 

That was definitely not any better but I didn’t want to risk public humiliation either so I just stood up and ran for it. 

“Y/N/N WAIT!” Ben said running after me as I made my way down the street. I stopped if only to catch my breath. “Why’d you take off like that eh?”

“Sorry,” I said. “I just couldn’t handle Luca’s game.”

“Well, he’s a tosser I’ll give you that,” Ben said. “Still I wish you’d just gave me the sign then I would’ve gotten us out of there without making a scene.”

Years earlier we came up with a sign; just a tiny little motion no one would notice but us. If the situation got nightmarish I would brush my hand with his letting him know to get us the hell out of there, or if there was some distance I would curl a piece of my hair with my finger. As for him he would tap my leg or scratch the back of his head. That night I did neither. 

“Sorry I panicked,” I said. “Let’s just go back yours okay?”

Ben lived in the flat next door to mine. It was heaven compared to the hell I lived in. My step-dad was an arse who drank alcohol like it was water, and my mum was blissfully oblivious of his wrongdoings and was only ever concerned with mine. 

I tried not to think of them though as we made our way up to Ben’s room. We dug into his trick-or-treat candy (we made the rounds earlier, before the party and both got plenty of sweets to make our dentists happy). Sometime during our pig out, Ben looked over at me. 

“So who is it then?” he asked.

“Who?”

“Who do you love?” 

“Oh, uh, n-no one,” I said more afraid than anything else.

“Y/N/N I’m your best mate,” Ben said. “Not Luca, or any of them for that matter. You can tell me anything. I won’t judge.”

“What if it isn’t judgement I’m afraid of?” I muttered. 

“What else could there be?” Ben asked. “Come on Y/N/N tell me.”

He reached over and started tickling my sides. I fell back laughing so hard it hurt. 

“TELL ME! WHO DO YOU LOVE?!”

“BEN PLEASE! I-I CAN’T BUH-BREATHE!” 

“TELL ME!”

I opened my eyes then, face covered in tears, and looked up into his breathtakingly beautiful green orbs. My breath slowed and the feeling became overwhelming. So much so that it made me spring forward and peck him on the lips.

He looked at me wide-eyed and remained frozen on top of me. 

“Ben?” I said. “Ben are you okay?”

I brought my hand to his cheek and that managed to snap him out of his stupor. “Um, what was that for?”

 “That was me answering your question,” I said. 

He rolled off of me then and sat up at the edge of his bed. “You know I love you right?”

“Yeah,” I said sitting down beside him. 

“You’re my best mate,” he said. “And what we have I don’t want with anyone else. Nor do I want to risk it by having it be something that could end in disaster.”

My heart sunk down to my stomach. 

“I’m flattered that you feel the way you do, and that you love and trust me enough to give me your first kiss,” he said. “But I don’t want us being more than what we are. At least… not yet.”

It hurt but I understood.

“Just having you in my life is enough,” I said placing a kiss on his cheek.

Time passed but our connection remained strong even in 6th form when we found ourselves in different circles. Ben was popular among the masses. Girls wanted to be with him and guys wanted him to be their friend. While I was invisible except in the eyes of tormentors. 

I tried to not let them get to me but sometimes you’re just not strong enough. 

Home didn’t get any better either but I learned to hide. Not just myself but the bruises as well.

Everything came to a head one day when Ben’s girlfriend, Heather Rowe aka Miss Popularity, started saying things to her friends by her locker which was two down from my own. 

“Guys I think Saturday is going to be the night,” she said excitedly.

“The night?” One of her friends questioned. 

“You know. For me and Ben?”

“What? You’re going to sleep together?!” exclaimed the other. 

“Yeah,” Heather nearly squeaked in excitement. Meanwhile, I fought back a laugh. 

“Oi what are you looking at freak?” snapped one of her friends. It was only then that I realized I was staring.

“Nothing,” I said slamming my locker shut. 

“Can’t believe Ben was ever friends with her,” said the other.

“He still is,” Heather groaned. “But no worries he’ll learn soon enough that some of us are better than others.”

“Damn straight,” said the friend that caught me staring.

“He’ll be rid of that trash in no time,” said the other. “You’ll see.”

“You wish,” I muttered as I walked past them.

“What was that?” Heather asked.

“Nothing,” I said before feeling someone shove me from behind. I landed hard on the ground. I flipped myself over to see Heather and her friends hovering over me while other students laughed. 

“Listen here freak and you listen good,” said Heather threateningly. “I’m Ben’s girlfriend. Okay? Me, not you. So you best remember your bloody place and stay away. Honestly, as if he would ever love someone as trash as you.”

“You call me trash as if it’s an insult,” I said. “But I would a hundred times rather be trash than a worthless, unlovable, tart.”

“You best watch your mouth freak,” Heather glared at me.

“Or else what? You’re going to break me? News flash sweetheart I’m already broken,” I said getting to my feet. “I just do my best not to show it, for the sake of those who care about me.”

“Please, who would care about you?” Heather sneered at me.

“Me,” said a deep voice from behind her. Ben stood there and judging by the look on his face, safe to say he was pissed.

“Oh hey, babe,” Heather said trying to go in for a kiss. Ben brushed her off and approached me instead. 

“You okay Y/N/N?” he asked rubbing my shoulder gently. 

I nodded. 

“You sure?”

His eyes bore into me in a way that made lying impossible. That twat. 

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered before turning around. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?” Heather said. 

“Don’t!” he snapped. “Don’t fucking lie to me! I heard every word you said.” 

Heather’s mouth hung open. “Are you seriously siding with this dog instead of me right now?!”

 “Yes,” he said. “And honestly I don’t even know what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to be your boyfriend. You’re vile and cruel.”

“That’s not what you said last⸺.”

“In case it wasn’t obvious I say a lot of things when I’m drunk. Like when I said yours was the best kiss I’ve ever had,” he said. “Now if you’ll excuse us.”

He turned to me and draped his arm over me. “Come on let’s get out of here.”

“Ben,” Heather called out as we walked away. “BEN!”

Ben ignored her as we continued our way out of the building. I didn’t say anything as we made our way to his house. He didn’t push either which I was thankful for. Then when we entered his room he locked the door.

“So what did you mean by it?”

“By what?” I said sitting on the bed.

“When you said you were broken,” he said. I looked away from him then. My heart raced with anxiety, and I could feel the tears wanting to come, but I wouldn’t let them. “Y/N/N.” he kneeled down in front of me. “Whatever it is you can tell me. Alright?”

I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him. My voice just wasn’t there. But I could show him. 

I rolled up my sleeves revealing the scars I’d given myself time and time again. He gasped and I could see tears welling up in his green loving eyes. “Wuh-Why?”

I wiped a tear from my eye and shrugged out of my sweater revealing shades of yellow, green a purple all over my body. Ben jumped back looking as if he was about to be sick. 

“Who?” he asked. “Who did it?”

I sniffed back tears. “I-I call him step-ass for a reason.”

Ben’s eyes grew wide. “How come you never told me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. Besides we haven’t exactly been that close as of late.”

“I’m sorry,” he said taking my hands in his. “I-I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” He brought my hands to his lips. “I’m so sorry,” he cried. 

I wrapped my arms around him.

After what felt like an eternity he pulled back. I watched as he got to his knees and brought his lips to the yellowing bruise on my left him. He gently kissed every bruise he could find only stopping when I winced at the one on my ribs. He looked up at me. “That one is still fresh.”

“Sorry,” he muttered and moved on to the ones on my upper arms. “Handprints?”

“He has a strong grip,” I whispered. He kissed them all with care. A part of me knew I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t see how it could be helped. A small moan escaped from the confines of my mouth as he kissed the last one. “That shouldn’t feel so good…” I whispered.

Ben placed his hand on my cheek. “No, it shouldn’t,” he agreed before enveloping my lips with his. I leaned back on the bed, and he did his best to hover over me while not making the bruises any worse. 

We kissed each other hungrily as we slowly made our clothes disappear. Ben’s body was harder than it used to be; there was muscle where there was once child-like softness. It was still the same Ben though; hard or soft he will always be the same Ben to me.

“Are you gonna ask me again?” I whispered as he lined himself up with my entrance. He looked at me confused for a bit then remembered…

“Who do you love?” he asked. 

“You,” I said pecking him on the lips. “It’ll always be you.”

He smiled, kissed back, and slipped in. I smacked my hand over my mouth to keep myself from letting out a loud yelp. 

Ben held me there, gently kissing the skin of my neck, cheek, and lips until I was comfortable enough for him to move. The feeling of him in me was something I knew I would never forget. He kept it gentle and sensual. Then when the stirring and tension started within us he went faster and harder. I tried to hold them back but the moans kept coming and coming out of my mouth. 

“God I fucking love you,” Ben cursed as he thrusted into me; getting me closer to my end. 

“BEN I⸺HNNG!” I tightened around him and felt as my warmth covered his length. Ben’s movements then became messy until I suddenly felt him twitch inside me. He filled me up, kissed me for the millionth time, and slowly pulled himself out. He collapsed beside me and drew me into him so that my head rested on his chest. 

“So who was it?” I asked after a long time of silence.

“Who was what?”

“The best kiss you’ve ever had,” I said. 

“Oh,” he chuckled, his face still flushed in an afterglow. “Um, actually you were there for it.”

“I was?”

He nodded. “The best Halloween of my life.”

“Oh,” I felt my face warm up. 

We laid there together until the sun went down. I got dressed and readied myself for whatever was to come that night.

“What are you doing?” Ben asked once he’d come back from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. 

“I have to be home soon,” I said. “He gets cranky when I don’t show up for dinner on time.”

“Well no offense darling but you’d have to be barking mad if you think I’m just going to let you go back there,” he said. “After what you showed me there’s no fucking way I’m letting you go.”

“What else can I do?”

“We’re gonna talk with my parents,” he said. 

We did and when they found it hard to believe I showed them my scars and bruises as I did for Ben. Both Mr. and Mrs. Jones were heartbroken at the sight. 

“Son let’s go,” Mr. Jones said.

“Dad?”

“You’re going to pack her things while I have a word with her mother,” he said. 

My mother couldn’t believe it at first but then both Mr. Jones and Ben brought up the bruises. According to Ben, his dad said he was going to phone the police as soon as they got back. Ben packed a bag full of clothes and other items from my room. When they came back my mother was with them. 

I showed her what they had seen and that was it.

My step-dad was thrown in jail and my mom and I moved in with her sister in Midsomer. I kept in contact with Ben but there were days when I was so crippled by PTSD that I couldn’t even get out of bed.

As the years went Ben got into acting and I watched everything he was in. He was brilliant, and I couldn’t have been more proud. Meanwhile, I started a YouTube channel where I review and perform music. 

I blasted my latest fixation in my car as I made my way to Bovingdon Airfield.

Well, I've been deep in this sleeplessness, I don't know why

Just can't get away from myself

When I get back on my feet, I'll blow this open wide and carry me home in     good health

I sang along and let the song take over my body and soul. I’d been doing better, and the bruises had long since faded. The emotional scars though...they were still taking their sweet time to go. 

I arrived at the airfield just as the song reached its end. “Who do you love?” I sang quietly as I killed the ignition. 

I asked around as was pointed in the direction where the Live Aid stage was brought back to life. Ben was standing with a crowd of lads who were taking a water break. It was the ginger dinosaur lad who I knew to be Joe who noticed me first. He looked at me curiously but I brought my finger to my lips silencing him. He smirked but stayed silent.

“What?” Ben asked. “Why you lookin’ like that mate?”

“You mean sexy?”

“No, I mean like⸺.” That’s when I pounced on his back making him curse and scream.

‘JESUS SHIT!”

“Hello love,” I laughed. 

“Y/N/N?” 

“Who else?”

“You scared the shit out of me, love,” he said. 

“I know,” I said kissing him on the cheek. “I couldn’t resist. Still, love me?”

He smiled softly then. “Of course.”

After that, it was like we’d never been apart. We spent the day fucking around when he was not filming or rehearsing, and I got to know the rest of the band. I even managed to sneak in some Instagram shenanigans with Joe who quickly became like a brother to me. It was fun, and not only was I smiling… I was finally breathing for the first time in what felt like forever. I loved it, and judging by the smile Ben would throw at me every now and then, he loved it too.

That night we went over to his place where I was going to stay for the entirety of my visit (or at least until I’ve found a flat of my own). I gave Frankie numerous hugs and kisses and made myself at home. Once we’d eaten dinner Ben and I relaxed on the sofa. 

“So what’s your next musical venture? And please tell me it’s Queen related!” Ben laughed.

“Actually not this video but the one after will be Queen related,” I said. 

“What? Then what song are you doing now?” To say I got a shit-eating grin on my face would be an understatement. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I took out my phone, opened up the youtube app, looked up the song, and blasted it. I placed my phone on the coffee table and stood up holding my hand out for Ben. “What?”

“Come on there’s no way we can listen to this masterpiece without dancing,” I said. He took my hand and stood up. We danced and dance. When the song reached the verse ‘Who Do You Love?’ the first time Ben couldn’t help but laugh. 

Suddenly we were kids again. Laughing, dancing, and just loving being alive, and being together. We were so into the song and into the dance that just before Josh Ramsay sung the final verse Ben tripped over the coffee table and landed on the floor, taking me with him. 

We both burst out laughing just as the song came to an end.

“Who do you love?”   

I  sang it quietly enough for only him to hear. Breathless he smiled up at me and suddenly the same feeling I felt on my thirteenth Halloween came back. Only this time it was stronger. Much much stronger. I leaned down and pecked him on the lips. 

Ben looked at me for a moment as though he were thanking God I was in his life. He then brought his mouth to mine wrapping his arms around me. He kissed me hard as he flipped us so that I was on the floor. 

With the bruises gone he had no reason to be gentle and yet he still was. We laid there on the floor snuggled up to one another for the rest of the night after. Before sleep overcame me I pecked him once on the chest and whispered…

“I love you.”

I almost thought he didn’t hear me… that he’d been sound asleep… 

“I love you too,” he whispered. “I always have… and always will.”

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CHAPTER ONE  

word count:3088

1, 2, 3,  4,  5,  6,  7, 8,  9,  10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, … 

There were three things you hated the most in this world:

One: yourself.

Two: sehun.

Three: being oh Sehun's sister.

Nobody knew what it was like, nobody could understand the pain you had to encounter every day. Nobody knew how it felt to live like this. Every. Single. Day. Every single day you seemed to die a little more inside at the sight of his face. His existence. His wellbeing. Everything about this person tore you apart. And, Every. Single. Day. You fought not to acknowledge him, you pushed him away. You didn't speak to him. Your sub conscious told you he didn't exist when clearly, he did. But how could you go without that mentality? You needed that mentality, without it you were nothing. Nothing but sick in the head. You hated it when it felt right, when you would finally let him in. Then you would cringe after at the thought of it ever being okay. Because it wasn't okay. It was never going to be okay. What would your parents think? What would your friends think? Do you think they would take it lightly? No, they couldn’t, right? This wasn't normal. This wasn't something that happened every day, and every day you beat yourself up about it. Fighting with yourself until you mentally killed yourself. So yeah, you hated yourself. Hated yourself for existing. You had to get rid of yourself or get away from him.

 And you would after graduation you were planning this ever since you could remember. Some people face their problems others run from them. You just happened to want to run from yours. Because yours could never go away. It was always going to be behind you like a ball and chain, a bond.

 A bond? Because you still remember the way he looked at you. When you guys would laugh together. You two were good for each other but there was something in the way of all of that. YOU! Your sick overrated mind. Related, you were related to each other. he was your twin your other half but not the intimate kind. But it was hard because your body called out for him. You needed him you wanted him. Everything about this person made you feel on top of the world. but it all got taken away every time you thought back to who you were to him. And to who he was to you. It made you cry countless times. Did he know? No, who were you to tell him such things? Just his sister. Sisters just didn’t say those kinds of things.

The past...there was no doubt that you two were inseparable, but why wouldn't you be? you grew up together You were close to Oh Sehun, but why wouldn't you When you have grown together? You did everything together and it had always been that way. You had a bond and you couldn't imagine living without him. He was your twin, your brother and you were his sister who looked almost exactly alike except for the different gender characteristic. So yeah having a strong bond was something that came in the twin package and it was hard to break. So, when you tried to slowly break from him he didn't understand why.

Hawaii, united states of America

family vacation.

location; the beach.

both aged 15

"Noona what wrong? Your acting funny," he had grabbed your hand that summer when your family took a trip to Hawaii. You were both 15 now and you were about to start high school that fall. You couldn't breathe, you held your breath at the touch of his hand. You didn't even realize you hadn't answered him until he rubbed the palm of your hand snapping you back to reality. Your face was red and your heart had stopped a long time ago. You caught your breath staring at his hand on yours. Something your mind could take the wrong way so you slipped your hand out of his before you replied with, " No I haven't,"  you walked a little closer to the ocean wishing you could swim out to sea until you couldn't swim no more and eventually drown and open your eyes into the deep blue until she took your life away.

"Yeah you haven't, he sighed behind you, "You haven't been yourself lately." Sehun walked around you until he was facing you. He was now standing at shore. the water moving back and forth around his ankles. He gave you a worried look and you tried to avoid his gaze, his protectiveness. “what’s going on Ana?" you froze what were you supposed to say? 'I think about you all the time, in ways I shouldn't, I think about your lips kissing mine. I want you for myself your no one else's, I never want you to look at another girl ever,' no that just wasn't radical, it wasn't okay. It would never be. And you would never get to say those words. They weren't for people like you, so instead, "I'm just stressed about starting high school in a few weeks,” you lied. “it’s going to be different and you know how I hate different. You remember I did this with middle school too remember?"  Which was true, it wasn't exactly a lie.

 He looked into your eyes and it happened again, you forgot how to breath. “Noona," the sound of his deep voice made you heart sink deep, he finally hit puberty last year and you still hadn't gotten used to the manly him yet. his voice was like music too your ears. you could listen to him call you “noona” over and over again.

He grabbed you into a hug and you were paralyzed for the time being. "Noona I want you to fall on me, it’s okay, I'm here,"

 But you didn't want to fall on him, you wanted to fall away from him, as far away as possible. The problem was you didn't want anything to do with him anymore. And pushing Oh Sehun away was the hardest thing known to mankind. Every time you would push he would pull. Every time you ran he would follow, he just didn't understand that he didn't have to be around you 24/7. there were things you could do alone. You could have separate friends, you could have separate lives. Just because you came into the world at the same time didn't mean that you had to leave out together. But he had this mentality that twins do everything together. You couldn't blame him it was all he had come to know and when you ripped the first band aid off all hell started to break loose. He couldn't take it. you were hurting him more than anything but you would rather do that then him know the real reason and hurt him more.

 Freshman year of high school....

Starting high school was the least of your worry's. The weird feeling had got worse and Sehun had gotten hotter. He grew a couple inches and dyed his hair blonde. As mentioned his voice was deep like a man’s now, he was almost all grown up. And all the girls were flocking to him and his friends, and it kind of created some sort of distraction from you. but not entirely.

He still could sense you were distant as the year broke in he missed you but wouldn't admit it. But his actions said all.

He grabbed your hand as you tried to walk out the class room. And as soon as the classroom was empty he blew the fuck up." What's wrong with you why are you acting so strange wae?!!!" The growl in his deep voice scared you so deep and rich like chocolate. But you were to do and say nothing to him about this it was best if you kept away. "What are you talking about sehun what is your problem now!" you yelled back grabbing your hand back from his possession.

“My problem now huh? he scoffed, " You barley talk to me you act like I'm not here you hang with new people and not me!"

"oh, please sehun you have friends you act like I can’t have my own!"

He gave you a dirty look," I didn't say that I'm just pointing out the fact that you’re never around anymore, did you forget that I'm your brother?!" trust you, you wanted to forget.

 He looked so hot right now and you wanted to slap yourself at that thought. "have it ever occurred to you that this is high school and things like that happen! you spat.

 "what do you mean Ana? Why would you say something like that? I'm your fucking brother, why would that even be a reason?!" why would there be a reason to feel the way you do about him? since everyone was asking questions now.

 "Exactly you’re my brother! there shouldn't have to be a reason why I must hang so closely to you, we’re already as close as is. I need my own life and space after all I am a girl and for two I shouldn’t have to share everything with you just because we are twins, so what if we have a bond! IT DOESN’T MEAN MUCH!

Sehun had to admit that that hurt a lot. But he buried it away. He looked at you so out of breath from arguing you mirroring him. He threw his books on the nearest desk. "FINE, is that all it is? find don't come crying to me like the girl you are when things get tough."

and since that day you two were as close as strangers.

 The present......

You guys were eighteen now and you guys were finally on talking terms but not too much. You would occasionally talk at home, also at least when you had to. You didn't want your parents to see that something was askew. They just thought you guys had finally grew apart. But they weren't home enough to see that the wedge between you two was twice as deep as the sea. But when they were here, they didn't realize your battle filed. You still were enemies. and enemies plotted against each other.

 You, Ana was sitting in class. It was a new year, and school had just started back up. a new year a new you, right? You took a minute to see if you forgot about it…….

 nope still stuck in hell from last year.

 You sighed, read the directions on the board, and opened your book on your class, trying to start ahead of everyone. Just then the hairs on the back of your neck lifted. At the corner of your eye you could see him come in.

GREAT.

So, handsome, why did he have to be in your class? You pretended to be occupied with your book. The feeling crept up on you and you tried to denied it as much as you could. something about seeing him in public rather at home made you weirder. Probably because you felt like everyone knew. but they didn't. You were just paranoid and delusion as you always were.

So, this year first period wanted to kill you slowly by going in alphabetical order for seating and guess who would end up right next to you? *eye roll* sehun went to seonsaeng-nim to see where he would be sitting. He hadn't noticed you yet since your head was so far in the book, pretending you didn't exist. Sehun looked over his shoulder from seonsaeng-nim’s name chart and you see his face fall. Then he looked back as seonsaeng-nim pointed to the spot next to you.

It was as if the world stopped. Your breath caught in your throat, everything seemed to be in slow motion as sehun walked all way to the back to where you were sitting. sitting down next to you, he seemed clearly annoyed. You scoffed to yourself the feeling was mutual.

but you were more worried about holding your breath so long you could pass out. The whole room began to feel blazing hot. and you kept telling yourself to breath but your anxiety told you otherwise. Ugh, why couldn't you just graduate already you were so sick of this. Him. this was killing your insides twisting and turning them. You didn't want to sit next to him, you didn't want him to be in this class, you didn't even want to be in Korea right now.  But here you were, sitting next to him dying inside, both of you pretending that the tension wasn't there all because of your stupid last names.

 "Oh" "okay class instead of doing things the traditional ways, I’m just going to get this partner thing over with so we don't have to deal with it at all this year when it comes to projects.” He said clarifying it as more late students poured in trying to get them up to date. “every other row look to the right.," three of six rows looked to their right. that will be your partner for the rest of the year." ANDWAE you thought. It was already one: bad enough he was in your last class of the day. (Now you had to cringe all day to end up with him beside you later. you could never quite relax) And two: you had to sit by him, all because he wanted alphabetical order. But now he wants too much. But you piped down, not voicing the opinion that was about to claw out.

You looked at sehun.

 he looked back at you.

The tension seems to rise, sehun looked at you in disgust and you did the same. he quickly looked away from you not wanting to deal with the situation. But that didn’t mean you didn’t stare at him still annoyed by his presence.  both of you became more annoyed than you were five seconds ago, “okay I assume you know who your partner is so link up, pull your desk together. your partner in crime for the rest of the year. about just everyone had pulled their desk together except you and sehun.

 Ani, you weren’t going to do that.

 he knew you wouldn't budge so he had to come to you. When he looked over at you it pained him to see how much you despised him, not ever knowing why. It killed him inside but on the outside, he showed you just as much hate. He didn't want to look so depressed because the lack of your presence was killing him. He was scared that after graduation you wouldn't be around anymore. He knew you didn't want to stay home. He knew it deep down it was because of him and that's why it made him so sad.

Sehun hesitant began to scoot his desk so close to his partner, his Sister, Oh Luanna. You could feel the tension in the room and you hated it. You hated him, and everything about him. Denial it was Denial was what it was going to have to be. "Okay, get to know your partner since it's a new school year and we have new faces. I'll be back with the assignment.”

The class burst out into talking. Well except you and it. Sehun couldn’t take the awkwardness so he tried talking. “So Noona...” Eww, he called you Noona and you didn't like it. He never calls you Noona. Only at home in front of mom and dad out of respect. The only respect left in both of you for your parents. "Yea?" you said not trying to be TOO rude just in case people were observing. "I was trying to see if we could work this out, since we have an assignment. I didn't want to fail because you wouldn't to talk to me that is all." he said harshly. Your blood rose up in and you wanted to smack the shit out of him.

 Before you could respond the teacher came back in. "OK since we are last class of the day most of you will be tired not wanting to do anything. So, I was thinking if you will try and do most of the assignments I give to you in class you won’t have homework. So, that meaning whatever you don't do in class ends up being your homework. “Everyone groaned. “Arasso now that we have that understanding let's get to these group projects Started! the first project of the year yay. each one of you will get a country and you will be telling us about that country and so forth, find something you love about it and say if you would live there or no. give the country's pros and cons as well. This class is history so find something historical for the most part, that is the whole point. “He looked at his watch “OK class is ending in about five minutes so let me also just say that this is also an outside of school project make sure to team up with your partner at his or her house. So, everyone had a good rest of the day and see you tomorrow."

You were pissed this was the most annoying thing ever. You hated being his Sister hated the alphabet and hated this class. Now you had to deal with this person and now you had to interact with him great. Maybe you should ask if you could have a new partner. But that would look bad since he was your brother don't you think? You still had two minutes until school could be let out. Sehun's desk was still close to you and you continue to ignore him and look out the window. Sehun looked up at you. All he wanted was for you to treat him like a brother and not an enemy. He just wanted to know what he did to deserve such hate from this twin sister. Since when was it OK to stop talking to him like he was not related to you? Since when was it okay to speak harshly and impolitely and informally like he was a stranger? He didn't know why but he wanted to. All he wanted was for you to be happy. And this probably wasn't. So as soon as this assignment was over he was going to give you what you wanted. Exactly no contact once so ever. Whatever that means.

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Chapter 1 p>There were three things you hated the most in this world.

One: yourself.

Two: sehun.

Three: being sehun’s sister.

Nobody knew what it was like, nobody could understand the pain you had to encounter every day. Nobody knew how it felt to live like this. Every. Single. Day. Every single day you seemed to die a little more inside at the sight of his face. His existence. His wellbeing. Everything about this person tore you apart. And, Every. Single. Day. You fought not to acknowledge him, you pushed him away. You didn’t speak to him. Your sub conscious told you he didn’t exist when clearly, he did. But how could you go without that mentality? You needed that mentality, without it you were nothing. Nothing but sick in the head. You hated it when it felt right, when you would finally let him in. Then you would cringe after at the thought of it ever being okay. Because it wasn’t okay. It was never going to be okay. What would your parents think? What would your friends think? Do you think they would take it lightly? No, they couldn’t, right? This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t something that happened every day, and every day you beat yourself up about it. Fighting with yourself until you mentally killed yourself. So yeah, you hated yourself. Hated yourself for existing. You had to get rid of yourself or get away from him.

And you would after graduation you were planning this ever since you could remember. Some people face their problems others run from them. You just happened to want to run from yours. Because yours could never go away. It was always going to be behind you like a ball and chain, a bond.

A bond? Because you still remember the way he looked at you. When you guys would laugh together. You two were good for each other but there was something in the way of all of that. YOU! Your sick overrated mind. Related, you were related to each other. he was your twin your other half but not the intimate kind. But it was hard because your body called out for him. You needed him you wanted him. Everything about this person made you feel on top of the world. but it all got taken away every time you thought back to who you were to him. And to who he was to you. It made you cry countless times. Did he know? No, who were you to tell him such things? Just his sister. Sisters just didn’t say those kinds of things.

The past…there was no doubt that you two were inseparable, but why wouldn’t you be? you grew up together You were close to Oh Sehun, but why wouldn’t you When you have grown together? You did everything together and it had always been that way. You had a bond and you couldn’t imagine living without him. He was your twin, your brother and you were his sister who looked almost exactly alike except for the different gender characteristic. So yeah having a strong bond was something that came in the twin package and it was hard to break. So, when you tried to slowly break from him he didn’t understand why.

Hawaii, united states of America

family vacation.

location; the beach.

both aged 15

“Noona what wrong? Your acting funny,” he had grabbed your hand that summer when your family took a trip to Hawaii. You were both 15 now and you were about to start high school that fall. You couldn’t breathe, you held your breath at the touch of his hand. You didn’t even realize you hadn’t answered him until he rubbed the palm of your hand snapping you back to reality. Your face was red and your heart had stopped a long time ago. You caught your breath staring at his hand on yours. Something your mind could take the wrong way so you slipped your hand out of his before you replied with, “ No I haven’t,” you walked a little closer to the ocean wishing you could swim out to sea until you couldn’t swim no more and eventually drown and open your eyes into the deep blue until she took your life away.

“Yeah you haven’t, he sighed behind you, "You haven’t been yourself lately.” Sehun walked around you until he was facing you. He was now standing at shore. the water moving back and forth around his ankles. He gave you a worried look and you tried to avoid his gaze, his protectiveness. “what’s going on Ana?” you froze what were you supposed to say? ‘I think about you all the time, in ways I shouldn’t, I think about your lips kissing mine. I want you for myself your no one else’s, I never want you to look at another girl ever,’ no that just wasn’t radical, it wasn’t okay. It would never be. And you would never get to say those words. They weren’t for people like you, so instead, “I’m just stressed about starting high school in a few weeks,” you lied. “it’s going to be different and you know how I hate different. You remember I did this with middle school too remember?” Which was true, it wasn’t exactly a lie.

He looked into your eyes and it happened again, you forgot how to breath. “Noona,” the sound of his deep voice made you heart sink deep, he finally hit puberty last year and you still hadn’t gotten used to the manly him yet. his voice was like music too your ears. you could listen to him call you “noona” over and over again.

He grabbed you into a hug and you were paralyzed for the time being. “Noona I want you to fall on me, it’s okay, I’m here,”

But you didn’t want to fall on him, you wanted to fall away from him, as far away as possible. The problem was you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. And pushing Oh Sehun away was the hardest thing known to mankind. Every time you would push he would pull. Every time you ran he would follow, he just didn’t understand that he didn’t have to be around you 24/7. there were things you could do alone. You could have separate friends, you could have separate lives. Just because you came into the world at the same time didn’t mean that you had to leave out together. But he had this mentality that twins do everything together. You couldn’t blame him it was all he had come to know and when you ripped the first band aid off all hell started to break loose. He couldn’t take it. you were hurting him more than anything but you would rather do that then him know the real reason and hurt him more.

Freshman year of high school….

Starting high school was the least of your worry’s. The weird feeling had got worse and Sehun had gotten hotter. He grew a couple inches and dyed his hair blonde. As mentioned his voice was deep like a man’s now, he was almost all grown up. And all the girls were flocking to him and his friends, and it kind of created some sort of distraction from you. but not entirely.

He still could sense you were distant as the year broke in he missed you but wouldn’t admit it. But his actions said all.

He grabbed your hand as you tried to walk out the class room. And as soon as the classroom was empty he blew the fuck up.“ What’s wrong with you why are you acting so strange wae?!!!” The growl in his deep voice scared you so deep and rich like chocolate. But you were to do and say nothing to him about this it was best if you kept away. “What are you talking about sehun what is your problem now!” you yelled back grabbing your hand back from his possession.

“My problem now huh? he scoffed, ” You barley talk to me you act like I’m not here you hang with new people and not me!“

"oh, please sehun you have friends you act like I can’t have my own!”

He gave you a dirty look,“ I didn’t say that I’m just pointing out the fact that you’re never around anymore, did you forget that I’m your brother?!” trust you, you wanted to forget.

He looked so hot right now and you wanted to slap yourself at that thought. “have it ever occurred to you that this is high school and things like that happen! you spat.

"what do you mean Ana? Why would you say something like that? I’m your fucking brother, why would that even be a reason?!” why would there be a reason to feel the way you do about him? since everyone was asking questions now.

“Exactly you’re my brother! there shouldn’t have to be a reason why I must hang so closely to you, we’re already as close as is. I need my own life and space after all I am a girl and for two I shouldn’t have to share everything with you just because we are twins, so what if we have a bond! IT DOESN’T MEAN MUCH!

Sehun had to admit that that hurt a lot. But he buried it away. He looked at you so out of breath from arguing you mirroring him. He threw his books on the nearest desk. "FINE, is that all it is? find don’t come crying to me like the girl you are when things get tough.”

and since that day you two were as close as strangers.

The present……

You guys were eighteen now and you guys were finally on talking terms but not too much. You would occasionally talk at home, also at least when you had to. You didn’t want your parents to see that something was askew. They just thought you guys had finally grew apart. But they weren’t home enough to see that the wedge between you two was twice as deep as the sea. But when they were here, they didn’t realize your battle filed. You still were enemies. and enemies plotted against each other.

You, Ana was sitting in class. It was a new year, and school had just started back up. a new year a new you, right? You took a minute to see if you forgot about it…….

nope still stuck in hell from last year.

You sighed, read the directions on the board, and opened your book on your class, trying to start ahead of everyone. Just then the hairs on the back of your neck lifted. At the corner of your eye you could see him come in.

GREAT.

So, handsome, why did he have to be in your class? You pretended to be occupied with your book. The feeling crept up on you and you tried to denied it as much as you could. something about seeing him in public rather at home made you weirder. Probably because you felt like everyone knew. but they didn’t. You were just paranoid and delusion as you always were.

So, this year first period wanted to kill you slowly by going in alphabetical order for seating and guess who would end up right next to you? *eye roll* sehun went to seonsaeng-nim to see where he would be sitting. He hadn’t noticed you yet since your head was so far in the book, pretending you didn’t exist. Sehun looked over his shoulder from seonsaeng-nim’s name chart and you see his face fall. Then he looked back as seonsaeng-nim pointed to the spot next to you.

It was as if the world stopped. Your breath caught in your throat, everything seemed to be in slow motion as sehun walked all way to the back to where you were sitting. sitting down next to you, he seemed clearly annoyed. You scoffed to yourself the feeling was mutual.

but you were more worried about holding your breath so long you could pass out. The whole room began to feel blazing hot. and you kept telling yourself to breath but your anxiety told you otherwise. Ugh, why couldn’t you just graduate already you were so sick of this. Him. this was killing your insides twisting and turning them. You didn’t want to sit next to him, you didn’t want him to be in this class, you didn’t even want to be in Korea right now. But here you were, sitting next to him dying inside, both of you pretending that the tension wasn’t there all because of your stupid last names.

“Oh” “okay class instead of doing things the traditional ways, I’m just going to get this partner thing over with so we don’t have to deal with it at all this year when it comes to projects.” He said clarifying it as more late students poured in trying to get them up to date. “every other row look to the right.,” three of six rows looked to their right. that will be your partner for the rest of the year.“ ANDWAE you thought. It was already one: bad enough he was in your last class of the day. (Now you had to cringe all day to end up with him beside you later. you could never quite relax) And two: you had to sit by him, all because he wanted alphabetical order. But now he wants too much. But you piped down, not voicing the opinion that was about to claw out.

You looked at sehun.

he looked back at you.

The tension seems to rise, sehun looked at you in disgust and you did the same. he quickly looked away from you not wanting to deal with the situation. But that didn’t mean you didn’t stare at him still annoyed by his presence. both of you became more annoyed than you were five seconds ago, "okay I assume you know who your partner is so link up, pull your desk together. your partner in crime for the rest of the year. about just everyone had pulled their desk together except you and sehun.

Ani, you weren’t going to do that.

he knew you wouldn’t budge so he had to come to you. When he looked over at you it pained him to see how much you despised him, not ever knowing why. It killed him inside but on the outside, he showed you just as much hate. He didn’t want to look so depressed because the lack of your presence was killing him. He was scared that after graduation you wouldn’t be around anymore. He knew you didn’t want to stay home. He knew it deep down it was because of him and that’s why it made him so sad.

Sehun hesitant began to scoot his desk so close to his partner, his Sister, Oh Luanna. You could feel the tension in the room and you hated it. You hated him, and everything about him. Denial it was Denial was what it was going to have to be. "Okay, get to know your partner since it’s a new school year and we have new faces. I’ll be back with the assignment.”

The class burst out into talking. Well except you and it. Sehun couldn’t take the awkwardness so he tried talking. “So Noona…” Eww, he called you Noona and you didn’t like it. He never calls you Noona. Only at home in front of mom and dad out of respect. The only respect left in both of you for your parents. “Yea?” you said not trying to be TOO rude just in case people were observing. “I was trying to see if we could work this out, since we have an assignment. I didn’t want to fail because you wouldn’t to talk to me that is all.” he said harshly. Your blood rose up in and you wanted to smack the shit out of him.

Before you could respond the teacher came back in. “OK since we are last class of the day most of you will be tired not wanting to do anything. So, I was thinking if you will try and do most of the assignments I give to you in class you won’t have homework. So, that meaning whatever you don’t do in class ends up being your homework. "Everyone groaned. "Arasso now that we have that understanding let’s get to these group projects Started! the first project of the year yay. each one of you will get a country and you will be telling us about that country and so forth, find something you love about it and say if you would live there or no. give the country’s pros and cons as well. This class is history so find something historical for the most part, that is the whole point. "He looked at his watch "OK class is ending in about five minutes so let me also just say that this is also an outside of school project make sure to team up with your partner at his or her house. So, everyone had a good rest of the day and see you tomorrow.”

You were pissed this was the most annoying thing ever. You hated being his Sister hated the alphabet and hated this class. Now you had to deal with this person and now you had to interact with him great. Maybe you should ask if you could have a new partner. But that would look bad since he was your brother don’t you think? You still had two minutes until school could be let out. Sehun’s desk was still close to you and you continue to ignore him and look out the window. Sehun looked up at you. All he wanted was for you to treat him like a brother and not an enemy. He just wanted to know what he did to deserve such hate from this twin sister. Since when was it OK to stop talking to him like he was not related to you? Since when was it okay to speak harshly and impolitely and informally like he was a stranger? He didn’t know why but he wanted to. All he wanted was for you to be happy. And this probably wasn’t. So as soon as this assignment was over he was going to give you what you wanted. Exactly no contact once so ever. Whatever that means.

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