#As someone who was glued to the kitchen table for three years during my elementary school years

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For Life (109 Steps to You Epilogue)

read “109 Steps to You” here!

Genre: epilogue, angst, fluff, soulmate AU Length: 5.4k Summary: Donghyuck and Y/N meet again one year after their last encounter, back at the place where it all started.

a/n: this is for everyone who asked for a part 2, I hope you all enjoy ♡

this is the epilogue for “109 Steps to You,” please read that fic before continuing!

Haechan walks into the cafe, the scent of espresso hitting him square in the face. He doesn’t have to walk far into the shop to find his two best friends sitting at one of the tables. Silence falls over the table once Haechan orders a drink and the waitress walks away. The three men sit mutely for a bit, looking at their phones or outside the big windows at the people walking by outside, until Haechan draws their attention.

“Huang Renjun, you invited me here and you won’t even say hi when I sit down.” At his ice breaker, Renjun lets out a shy laugh and turns in his seat to pay attention to his friend.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hi.” Haechan says back sarcastically.

“Hi.” Jaemin pipes up from across the table.

Somehow, conversation became a lot easier after that.

Haechan never thought it would be awkward with his longtime friends, especially since it has been only a year since the three of them graduated college and moved on. Jaemin works as an elementary school music teacher (just an assistant, for now) and he shows the guys some pictures of his students, commenting about how so many of them have natural talent. Renjun decided to do the graduate program and stayed on campus.

“What about you, Haechan, what have you been up to?” Jaemin asks and takes a sip of his iced americano.

“Oh… Nothing special. I work at SM Entertainment.” The guys’ eyes widen at the “not so special” news and Renjun almost chokes on his bagel.

“As an artist?” Renjun coughs out.

“No, god no, I write music for them, and they liked me enough to let me produce songs in the future, so they have me a full time job.” Haechan explains.

“Dude, that’s insane. Congrats, that’s what you always wanted to do, right?” Jaemin asks, still looking a bit amazed by his friend’s accomplishments.

“Yeah.. I guess.” Haechan trails off, laughing afterwards and praying someone will have something to say to get the attention off of him.

“Actually, there’s a reason I wanted to meet you guys here…” Renjun sits up straighter, making Haechan and Jaemin glance at each other. “I’m going to marry Mya.”

“Renjun…” Jaemin turns soft, his eyes turning rounder and his bottom lip pouting at the news, making Renjun roll his eyes and laugh. His joy is just at the thought of marrying his soulmate, the one he has spent the past five years with.

Haechan has to swallow down the lump in his throat to congratulate his friend, ruffling his blonde hair and saying something about how he can’t believe Renjun is the first to get married out of the three of them. When Haechan was with you, they were all sure that he would be the one to get married first. Oh, how easily things can change.

“I was hoping you guys would help me? I want to ask her under the bell tower, the same place I asked her to be my girlfriend, but I want to do it at night. I need help setting things up.”

“Of course we’ll help, right, Haechan?” Jaemin asks, looking over at his other friend. Haechan knew that by coming to this small reunion, he would have to face a part of his past, but he decided to come anyway. The past year has been tough, but Renjun has been Haechan’s friend for longer than he can remember, so this is the least he could do.

“Of course,” He nods. “Anything for Renjunie.” He adds a pat on the head with the pet name and Renjun slaps his hand away, giving him a scowl. The two guys would have continued with their play fighting if it wasn’t for Jaemin suddenly standing up, his chair skidding back along the tile floor loudly.

Haechan and Renjun glance up at him, but his eyes are glued to the entrance of the cafe. They turn around just in time to catch a girl stopping in her steps, her eyes focused on Jaemin. It’s been years; her hair is longer than before and she definitely grew up since the last time they saw her, but it’s no doubt Yeji, Jaemin’s soulmate and the one who rejected him when they were teenagers in high school.

“Jaemin.” She clears her throat, looking at the three guys, “You’re all here. Why am I not surprised your friendship lasted this long?” She laughs lightly as she recognizes the group of friends.

“Do you want to sit?” Jaemin points at the fourth chair at their table that has yet to be occupied. Yeji nods slowly and makes her way to the seat, gently sitting down and smiling shyly at the three guys. There’s a silence that falls over the table as everyone sips on their drinks, but the world around them continues on living loudly.

“So, what have you been up to recently?” Jaemin asks and turns to face her.

“Oh, I’m finishing college this year. I go to UOS.” She proudly smiles.

“Oh? We all went there too, we never saw you?” Renjun asks.

“I took a leap year, so I started college after you guys. You probably didn’t see me around because of that.”

“What did you do during your leap year?” Haechan asks, leaning back in his seat.

“I was in the hospital.” When three pairs of wide, serious eyes stare back at her, she laughs and waves her hand at them, “Oh no, it wasn’t anything bad. I found out my immune system is weak and spent some time figuring out what medicine to take and making my body stronger so I don’t get sick easily. That’s why I was gone for part our last year of school, too.” She explains and the three guys unstiffen and nod.

“Is that why you rejected me?” With Jaemin’s sudden question, Renjun and Haechan felt like they shouldn’t be sitting at the table anymore. They glance at each other, both wondering the same thing: should we leave?

“No,” She looks over at her soulmate, and then glances at Renjun and Haechan, “I guess I should explain myself now, huh?”

“Please.” Since Yeji rejected Jaemin, he turned into a different person. His affectionate and compassionate side is still present, but he tended to keep a calm and neutral front during most of his time in college that made some people think he’s a mean and scary person. Haechan and Renjun are very curious as to why Yeji dumped Jaemin all of a sudden, for the sake of their friend, and stay seated to hear what Yeji has to say..

“I only have one mark.” She explains. Jaemin looks at her a bit dumbfounded.

“What do you mean? Where’s the other one?” He asks and glances over her as if trying to find her other mark. Yeji laughs a bit at the question.

“I mean, I was only born with one. I will only have one mark my whole life.”

“There are people like that? What does it mean?” Renjun asks, stirring the melting ice in his drink with his straw.

“It means that your soulmate is also the person who will hurt you the most in life.” Yeji’s sharp eyes glance over to Jaemin, “That’s why I rejected you so quickly. I’m sorry if I caused you pain. I was just young and only thinking about myself.” She explains.

“No, I understand. I think I would’ve done the same thing.” Jaemin nods, and the two of them fix their eyes down and away from each other, Jaemin now knowing the reason for their separation makes him think about the decisions he made over the past few years.

Haechan, however, starts thinking about you. His palms get clammy and his heart beats faster, his mind running through the years and years of memories he has of you.

Where is your second mark?

Has it just been so long that Haechan doesn’t remember anymore, or did he never see it in the first place? Could it be… that you’re like Yeji? One mark, destined to be hurt the most by the person who’s supposed to love you the most. Haechan feels sick. It can’t be.

“It’s rare, right? For people to be born with one mark?” Haechan asks Yeji, and she purses her lips.

“Not really, no. Most people just don’t admit it out loud, since it’s not the norm to only have one mark. If you think about it, the people you love have the most power to hurt you. It’s not that uncommon.” She shrugs, and the table settles into another silence as the three guys think about her words.

Haechan refuses to believe it. You told him everything, you trusted him to the very end. You would’ve told him if you only had one mark, right? On the other hand, Haechan cannot remember ever seeing a second mark on your body— ever.

He begins to feel pain, for you and for what you must’ve gone through while you were with Haechan if this is true. He also begins to feel fear. Fear that his actions in the past are the end-all, be-all to your relationship. Haechan always had hope that you two might be able to work out your problems in the future, until now.

Haechan really hopes he’s wrong. He really hopes there’s a chance, a small sliver of promise of a future left for the two of you.

“Oh, hey, you got here quick.” You say as you open the door, Mya stepping in through the threshold and into your home. “I’m sorry we had to change plans so quickly. It’s just Mirae got a fever and wouldn’t stop crying…” You trail off as you lead your friend into the kitchen.

“It’s alright, I understand.” Mya smiles, watching you pull two mugs out of your cabinet and pour hot water, the savory aroma of coffee immediately filling the room. Mya takes a good look at you; you have some hair falling out of your ponytail around your face, there’s some sort of stain on your sweater, and you can’t stop playing with the diamond ring on your left hand; you look just like any new mom would.

“So, what’s going on? You don’t usually call me up like this out of nowhere…” You ask once you sit down, mugs on the table between you and your old friend. During your college days, you guys got to be pretty close, but after you graduated it became harder to get in touch due to your busy lives.

“Well, you remember Renjun, right?” Mya begins, nervously sipping on her coffee. You pretend to not notice how her hands shake.

“Of course,” You smile at the memory of Mya and Renjun, “Are you guys doing good?” At the question, Mya sets down her mug and stares into the creamer that swirls through the coffee, her shoulders sagging and eyes dull.

“I think… he’s going to propose to me.” You freeze, your heart suddenly beginning to hammer in your chest. Not because you’re excited by the news, but because your friend looks miserable.

“Why does the look on your face say that’s a bad thing?” Your heart begins to break when Mya lifts her head to show the tears surfacing to the edge of her eyes. You reach your hand over the table to capture Mya’s, trying to comfort her in any way.

“You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge.” You nudge her to open up. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand.

“I don’t think I’m Renjun’s soulmate. I think… I’m the opposite.” She admits, biting into her bottom lip. “I think I fell out of love. Soulmates can’t do that, right?” When you shake your head, she sighs and continues, “I think it happened a while ago actually, but I was too afraid to say anything because I still care about him, like a friend. We share a mark, so it could mean I’m the one who’s meant to hurt him the most, but, this is going to sound insane…” She lets some tears fall down her cheeks as she talks, and you can only grip her hand tighter to encourage her to speak.

“I don’t want to. I think I’m supposed to hurt him, but I don’t want to— not at all. How does any of this make sense?” The tears start to fall as she thinks more and more about the situation, why did fate have to be so unfair to her?

You always thought about how unfair it is that there’s going to be a person who hurts you and gets to walk away from the situation without a care. When it comes to Mya and your own story of how you got hurt, you realize hurt is a two way street sometimes. It’s not always malicious and spiteful, hurt can be just as much of a shared emotion as love.

“Hey, everything happens for a reason. Even if it hurts, it’s supposed to hurt for a reason. Or else, why would fate exist in the first place?” You’re not sure if these are the most comforting words you can give Mya at the moment, but she finds some comfort in your logic and nods her head.

“I should go talk to him, shouldn’t I?” When you nod your head, Mya sighs. She dreads having this conversation, even thinking about it makes her scared of how Renjun will react.

“When you have your thoughts in order, go to him and tell him how you feel. No matter what kind of relationship fate assigns you, it doesn’t take away all the time you spent together. It’ll be okay.”

Mya has a lot on her mind as she stands up and makes her way to your door, denying your request of walking her home or calling a cab. As she slides her shoes on, the bedroom door opens and closes quietly. Mya smiles at the man who walks up to you, some bags under his eyes and his light brown hair tousled, not surprising Mya the slightest.

“Is she okay?” You ask as he comes forward, worry lacing your words. The man nods and lovingly pats your head, telling you not to worry before turning to Mya.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t come out earlier to say hi, Mirae was sleeping on me and I didn’t want to wake her up.” He explains while his arm comes around your shoulders and he tiredly sets his chin against your head.

“It’s okay, Xiaojun, I’m the one who intruded. You guys should focus on Mirae, and maybe get some sleep.” Mya manages to smile as she glances at her phone, a message from Renjun reading “Where are you? Come home, I miss you” making her nerves from earlier arise.

“We’ll try,” You comment, “And hey, call me anytime. I’ll always be here for you.” Mya nods, sending a wave and walking out of the front door to walk the long way home. When the door closes, Xiaojun sighs and moves his head to your shoulder, snaking his other arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Y/N… I’m so tired.” He whines, laughing through his words a bit. It sends chills down your spine when his lips brush against your bare skin and his breath tickles your neck. You tug on his shirt, pulling him closer and resting your head against him.

“That’s what happens when a baby is sick.” You sigh, and Xiaojun can already guess the question that’s about to leave your lips. “You don’t regret this, do you?”

Around the same time that Donghyuck left you, Xiaojun found his soulmate. She came into Xiaojun’s life as quickly as she left it, something about backpacking through Central America. Not sharing the same goals and dreams as his soulmate, it left Xiaojun heart broken and lost without the person who’s supposed to be his home.

He needed someone and you needed someone, too. And then it turned from needing the other’s presence to understanding each other in a different way than friends do, and then you realized… You’re in love.

When he decided to love Mirae as if she’s his own, that’s when you knew Xiaojun is the right choice for you. However, that didn’t stop you from wondering if Xiaojun ever regrets his decision.

“You ask that question all the time,” He leans back, his gentle hands cupping your jaw as you make eye contact, “You know I’ll always answer the same way. I never regret picking you.”

Xiaojun waits for the anxiety to leave your eyes before giving you a smile, brushing his thumb over your soft cheek. He wonders how he hasn’t fallen in love with you sooner, you being his childhood friend and all. He knows it’s probably because he has always been waiting for his soulmate and it blinded him from seeing the one he truly loves: you.

When he feels you fully relax into him, he leans in and softly presses his lips to yours. You melt into him instantly, letting him hold onto you as his lips move slowly against yours. The hand on your waist pulls you closer and you hear Xiaojun whine when your nails scratch on his back over his shirt.

You pull away before anything else can happen, and Xiaojun stares back at you with a pout that makes you giggle a bit.

“Maybe we really should go to sleep?” You ask, and Xiaojun nods. He takes one more look at you, that look full of adoration that always makes your heart jump and your face heat up no matter what, and then he leads you to your bedroom for, hopefully, a restful night of sleep.

The next time you hear from Mya, it’s when you’re walking home from work one evening.

Your phone rings loudly and kills whatever train of thought you were on, pulling you to your electronic device and pressing the answer button.

“Hey, hun, what’s up?” You hum into the phone, stepping over cracks in the sidewalk.

“I think it’s today. I think Renjun is going to propose to me today.” Her words make you stop in your tracks, making some people around you throw a glare at the sudden obstacle in the middle of the sidewalk.

“What? What happened?” You ask.

“He just called me and told me to go to campus, to the bell tower. I just know he’s going to propose.” You can hear the panicky tone rising in Mya’s voice and you feel her anxiety all the way through the phone.

“Didn’t you talk to him about it?” You try to make sense of the situation.

“I was going to when I planned out what I needed to say, but I’m not ready yet. Oh, my god, I can’t go see him. I can’t.” You can practically hear her shaking her head by the sound of her wavering voice. “Please, Y/N, help me. I don’t know what to do.”

“Mya, it’ll be okay. I’ll meet you in the front of the campus and we’ll go in together, okay?” You turn around abruptly, already planning the quickest way to get to the university in your head.

“Wait, what? I just said I can’t go there.”

“Think about it, if you don’t show up then Renjun will know something is wrong and bring it up first. If you do show up, then you can say what you need to first before anything else happens.” You explain as you weave through people on the sidewalk going home. “I don’t think you should drag this out any longer.”

“... Okay, okay, I’ll meet you there.” After saying goodbyes, you end the phone call and send a text to Xiaojun telling him you’ll be late tonight and saying you’ll explain later. You put your phone into your bag and quickly make your way to campus, playing with the ring on your finger out of worry for Mya.

When you arrive, Mya is already at the front gates, pacing back and forth as college students pass by and send her glances. You walk up to her, scooping her arm into yours and looping them together, calmly walking onto campus and towards the bell tower. You clutch your bag closer to your side, thinking about the one place you want to visit before leaving tonight.

“Have you thought about what you’ll say?” You ask quietly, but your voice still startles Mya and she jumps a bit in your hold.

“I can’t even think straight right now, I have no idea.” She grips your arm tighter.

“I believe in you. One way or another, you and Renjun are connected somehow. I think you already know what you have to say.” You ponder out loud.

“How?”

“Because it’s your fate, even if it’s a bad one. Some things in life are hard, but that’s why we can say we live.” Mya doesn’t look any more  relaxed at your words, and you don’t blame her.

After walking for some time, you reach the bell tower. You can already see a figure of someone standing underneath it. The sun is setting behind the clock, and when you walk closer, you can see balloons and some candles lighting up the dimming area. Right before you reach the tower, you stop and let go of Mya’s arm. Giving her one last look of reassurance, you gently push her to Renjun.

You don’t hear exactly what happens next, since you’re standing too far away. But if you had to guess, Renjun noticed Mya and greeted her with the flowers he was holding. For a split second, you felt deja vu. Back when you were just a college student, you saw this exact same scene through a video— same people and same proposal.

There was a point when Renjun’s face changed that you know Mya broke the news. He looked confused and agitated, but most of all hurt. True pain breaks over his face, you can even see it from where you’re standing. You’ve never seen someone hurt by the one who is fated to bring them pain until now. Renjun looks like he could crumble into the asphalt and roll away with the wind, and it would still hurt less than standing there, hearing the words of betrayal from the one he thought was his soulmate.

You sympathize with him. It’s almost like you can feel that same feeling, like muscle memory in your heart forcing you to remember what it feels like to be hurt that way.

When Mya turns and walks away, you see the pain on her face too. When she passes you, she moves quicker than you and you aren’t able to stop her, only watching her walk towards the entrance of the campus.

You turn to look at Renjun, your heart seizing in surprise when you see two other familiar faces: Jaemin and Donghyuck.

He looks like he hasn’t changed one bit, but at the same time he isn’t who you remember. His hair is still that golden shade of brown, falling over his ears and down the back of his neck. His clothes look the same, his posture is still a bit hunched as always, but his eyes and his gaze look different as he stares back at you.

You aren’t sure why you’re still standing there, you don’t have anything to say to your three old college friends, so you politely nod at them and turn around, walking further into campus. You walk next to the buildings you used to know so well, your feet guiding you to the place your heart wants to go to the most.

You pull out your phone and start calling Mya. Once, twice, and after the third time, you send a text asking her to pick up the phone. There are so many places she could’ve gone, and you could probably catch up to her if you turn around and run, but your feet don’t listen to your brain and carry you to the place you’ve been yearning to see again since the second you stepped into campus.

The staircase looks the same as it did 5 years ago. You have changed, so has Donghyuck, but this staircase remains stagnant in time. The trees on the left side still sway over the stairs peacefully and the cracks in the stone wall on the right seem to not have changed either. You immediately feel comfort upon seeing this steep set of stairs, slowly starting to walk up while putting your phone into your bag.

One, two, three, four, the fifth step a little longer, then repeat.

When you reach the top, the air feels slightly cooler and you close your eyes for a moment. Not for too long, though, because you hear your name being called from the bottom of the staircase.

Donghyuck manages to catch your attention with his loud voice, his figure looking small. You stand in your spots for a bit longer, the sun setting behind the trees and the wind nipping at your nose. Until, suddenly, Donghyuck starts climbing the stairs.

One, two, three, four, every fifth stride a little longer, one hundred and nine times until he’s on the step right before yours, glancing at you through his hopeful eyes.

“I knew you would be here.” He’s slightly out of breath, but the cheekiness in his voice is still evident.

“I knew you would find me.” You say back, making him smile a bit, “But, I’m not sure what for. If it’s about what Mya did to Renjun, I don’t think that’s my place to explain.”

“No, there’s something I’m curious about. Actually, there’s so many things I want to know about you, but I have a feeling you won’t tell me everything I want to hear.” He bites his chapped lip, shoving his hands into the pockets of his oversized jacket. “Will you let me ask you a question?” The look on your face tells him to go on.

“Do you only have one mark?”

You cock an eyebrow, “It took you this long to figure out?”

He laughs, not out of humor but out of disbelief, and looks at his shoes. “I can’t believe it. All this time…” he mumbles and kicks the step he’s standing on. When he lifts his head to look at you, you’re surprised by the tears lining his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” Your heart still hurts to see him in pain, even after everything, your soulmate connection is still strong.

“For hurting you. You knew what would happen all along, you knew how we would end up, but you still stayed with me. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t do anything to save us.” He sniffs, one tear falling down his eye. He tries to wipe it away quickly, but you still see it. Something in you pulls you towards him, something telling you to comfort him, but you hold back.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past now.” You bite your lip in thought as he nods, “Where did you find out about single-marked people?”

“I ran into an old classmate. When she explained it, I realized it sounded just like what happened to us—”

“What you did to me.” You quickly correct him, making the pain on his face fade away and a cold look present itself on his features.

“Hey, I know you understand why I did what I did.” He rebuttals.

“Just because I understand doesn’t mean I’ll forgive and forget.” You taunt back, feeling anger and irritation rise. You decide now is the time to walk away, talking the first step down the stairs where Donghyuck is standing. He stops you with a strong grasp on your left wrist, turning you to him and looking you straight in the eye.

“One more question. Whose ring is this?” He holds up your left hand to his face, eyeing the diamond that shines as he tilts your hand back and forth. His thumb rolls over the dragonfly that paints your hand, his identical mark peeking out of his sleeve and touching yours as he examines the ring.

“Xiaojun gave it to me.” Donghyuck flinches at the name, looking between you and your hand.

“Xiaojun…” He repeats, the name feeling heavy on his tongue, “Good. He’s a good guy.” You can tell how hard it is for him to get those words out of his mouth, as if he’s saying the words out loud to convince himself rather than just commenting. You gently try to take your hand away, but Donghyuck grips onto it more, dropping your hands down between you two.

“Wait, one more question.”

You sigh restlessly, “You said that about the last question.”

“No, seriously, this is the last one.” You pause for a moment to compose yourself before nodding slowly, signaling him to go ahead and ask.

“Will you ever be able to do it? To forgive me, and to forget what I did?” His voice holds so much hope you’re almost afraid of talking, since you know your words will break whatever last piece of expectation he has left. You gently take his hand, stepping closer to him to slide it into his jacket pocket. You wipe some pollen off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes afterwards.

“One day, when we’ve found our place in this world and the pain we gave each other is just a distant memory, I will forgive you. But I’ll never be able to forget how you left me when I needed you most. In this world where love is chosen for you, I turned my back on fate and I chose love. It’ll never be the same as when I was with you, but that’s not what I need. I need someone who will love me— someone who will stay when things go good or bad. Someone who will stay for life.” You explain, “And actually, I’ll start forgiving you now.”

You dig into your bag, finding your wallet and producing a photo from one of the slots that’s supposed to be for a card.

“This is Mirae. I can already tell she’s going to have your eyes and your hair when she grows older,” You can’t help but smile, watching Donghyuck’s every emotion as they move through his face. Surprise, fondness, instant love. “We’re always going to be tied together from now on. Not because of this,” You point to the dragonfly that’s imprinted on his hand, “But because of her.” You point to the picture that he’s gripping tightly.

Donghyuck looks at the photo for what seems like hours. The little girl in the photo is laughing at someone behind the camera, holding a rubber duck in her small hands. She's a perfect mixture between you and Donghyuck, and you’re right, she does have his eyes.

Donghyuck has never felt this much regret in his whole life.

“I have to go,” You say, pulling out your phone when you hear it buzz in your bag to see Mya calling you, “But don’t be a stranger. I never changed my phone number.” And with that, you walk down the stairs. When you get to the bottom, Donghyuck watches you turn and wave to him before disappearing behind the stone wall.

He grips the picture in his hand, not able to look away from his daughter who stares back at him with the same eyes. The sunset has ended and Donghyuck eventually makes the slow walk back down the stairs to find Renjun and Jaemin.

He keeps looking at the picture the entire walk back, thinking about the choices he made when he was younger. He realized he cared a lot about what his marks made him; the sunflower on his knee made him a stranger to his father, and the dragonfly on his left hand made him a stranger to his daughter.

Even though he thought he took the cautionary steps, in the end, he ended up exactly the way he never wanted to be— like his dad

The marks on bodies help guide people to their fate, but there is more to life than fate. Sometimes, you have to take destiny by the reigns and pull it your way. And with this picture— with this new chance to begin again, Donghyuck will do just that.

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Welcome to Hope’s Peak Academy

So @jaedeite and I ages ago invented this au. Called “clusterfuck au.” because the main ship is a polyamorous clusterfuck. and it involves the higurashi cast also existing in a dangan ronpa setting. like. a modified pre-despair setting, with v3 kids, and less stupid bullshit. 

AND. Well. I wrote some of it. Happy shitscram bitches

Shuuichi’s summer break has been extremely quiet, or so he would like to say. Ever since he solved that gruesome murder three months ago, the press has been hounding his uncle’s detective office, and even his home. He hasn’t even tried going out this summer, preferring to stay in his small room at his uncles’ house. The world at large too desperately wants to plaster his face on the papers.

It was an accident anyway. A mistake. Really, anyone could have noticed that detail about the knife. How the state of the body didn’t match with the apparent murder weapon. It was obvious, wasn’t it? It really could only have been that man!

Dark eyes with the cold fury of a man thwarted flash through his mind. That glare, that hateful, self-righteous glare; he thinks they’re punishment enough for his sin of solving it.

It was an accident. A mistake. Nobody should have solved that case. Justice was already won before Shuuichi had ever arrived, when that man was sent right to hell. He should have just left it be. Let that broken, damaged family recover without his meddling.

Should he have? Is that what justice is? Letting murderers go free? Letting those who have been brutalized get their retribution, their safety, through any necessary means? He never wanted to answer these questions. He just wanted to solve mysteries. I should have stuck to puzzles and books. 

There’s a knock on his bedroom door, and Shuuichi looks up from his empty desk. “Shuuichi-kun!,” The older, raspier voice of his uncle calls out from beyond the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

Uncle Yuujirou walks up to Shuuichi’s desk, and hands him an elegant, but simple, white envelope. Oh no, is it some ridiculous interview request? He thought for sure he told him he’s not interested in any of this kind of stuff. Uncle Yuujirou just laughs, with a knowing look on that gently wrinkled face. “I went through today’s mail. I threw most of it out, but I think this one will interest you.”

Shuuichi takes the envelope in his hands, examining it in the careful and precise way he does evidence. It’s not particularly special, other than the black and white stamp. The one that Hope’s Peak Academy uses when it scouts out the talented. Oh no.

***

The letter in Rena’s hand is icky. That’s the only way she could ever describe it. Crisp and white, and yet somehow it sticks to her, gluing itself to her thoughts for months. It sticks and clings like dough when you first try to knead it. The letter reads with elegant, precise letters:

You’ve been invited to attend Hope’s Peak Academy as the Super High School Level Stage Actress. 

“I’m not going,” Rena says, dropping the letter on the kitchen table with disgust. That’s her final answer. Act? Again? No, she quit that. She hasn’t acted in a year, why would she go back now? To the lights, the crowds, back to Shuukyo city. No thanks. She’ll stay right here in Ibaraki.

“Reina—” her father pleads, stumbling out of his chair. He should have expected this. That name has never felt ickier. 

“No! I said I’m never acting again! I refuse!” She can feel herself shaking, hands clenched into trembling fists. She never wanted to be like this again, not in front of her dad, not in front of anyone, not at all. I’m not going. I’m not going I’m not going I’m not going. 

Echoing in the back of her mind is an elegant voice, a laugh, a ‘congratulations, you did so well Reina-chan! We’re so proud of you!’ Unbidden tears build up. Rena refuses to cry, grinding her teeth with all the force in the world.

Gentle hands grab her tense shoulders. “Reina,” her father says in a gentle voice. She doesn’t look up at him. She’s not sure if she doesn’t want to see his face, or if she doesn’t want him to see hers. “You don’t have to act.”

Don’t have to act? You told me you wanted me to go! How can she go to Hope’s Peak Academy and not act? That’s why they wanted her, isn’t it? What is Dad talking about? He’s not making any sense.

“If you really don’t want to go, that’s okay,” he continues with a sigh. Rena can imagine the look on his face. “I don’t want to make you do anything if you really don’t want to. But this is the best education you could ever get. Even if you never act again, you could take this diploma and do anything you want.”

“But they want me for acting!” It’s a pitiful rebuttal. One she knows that won’t last.

“They can’t force you to act, Reina.” He doesn’t elaborate further, but he doesn’t have to. Rena knows it’s true. Hope’s Peak Academy is a high school, not an acting program. They might have a drama club, and even facilities for grand performances, but they can’t force her back on stage. Even if they needle and whine and beg.

She sighs, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” This isn’t like her. Rena is supposed to be cheerful now. What would make her cheerful? “Maybe Rena will learn to become a detective instead! Hau!” Yeah, that sounds fun. Hope’s Peak will find her in their forensics lab. She’s always liked a good mystery.

***

“So, you’re going back to campus tomorrow right Sis?” The familiar voice of her sister asks, slightly muffled in the way all phone calls are. 

“Ahaha, yeah,” Mion replies, placing the last of her controllers in the box. That’s all that she has left for packing. Good! I’m done! And with that she flops back on her fluffy twin sized bed, in her now emptier bedroom. “It’ll be fun to start the club back up again.”

“You mean your club with only two members?” Shion teases, and Mion’s cheeks burn.

“Rika-chan and Satoko show up too!” Sometimes. It’s hard, given that they’re elementary schoolers, and live on a different part of campus. So usually, it’s just two of them. Is that kind of a date…? No, don’t think about that!

Except Shion can smell embarrassment, even from the district next door. “Bet that works out in your favor too, hm? You two can get some alone time. When are you going to make a move, sis?”

“AAGHH, Stupid Shion, shut up!!” Mion groans, kicking the bed sheets as she buries her face in a pillow. It was a mistake for the conversation to go this direction. But as Shion continues to rib her, her mind drifts somewhere else.

They met in the cafeteria. She hadn’t ever seen him before, probably because he wasn’t enrolled in the same course as her. He looked absolutely miserable, staring blankly at the bento he was barely eating. It’s far from Mion to ignore someone in pain, so naturally. ‘Hey, do you want to play a game?’

Those eyes looked confused. ‘Sonozaki Mion…’ He said slowly, as if he was surprised she was talking to him. Didn’t stop her from taking a seat next to him. His eyes got a little brighter at that.

 “We’re just friends,” Mion finally says, in a huff from all the teasing. It took her weeks to convince him to actually play a game with her, never mind join her club, but they’re definitely friends now. She’s happy like that. He looks a bit happier than he used to. He smiles more during club meetings. Mion thinks he looks nice like that. Stupid Mion, change the subject! “Anyway, we’re going tomorrow morning, do you want to come with?”

One more night and she’s back to school again. She’s looking forward to it. 

***

“Yeah, and then have Demon Granny kick my ass for going near Hope’s Peak, no thanks!” Shion says. If I see Grandma never again it would be too soon! Mion laughs. 

“You say that like you haven’t been there before.” 

At this Shion snickers. It’s true that sometimes, “Mion” is her. It’s pretty fun to sneak around campus, meet some of Mion’s friends. But that won’t work here, and besides, “Unfortunately for you, I’m actually busy.”

“Is it the mystery guy that doesn’t talk much?” Ah, him. Shion’s new friend. The one she hasn’t told Mion much about. A twinge of guilt pierces her heart.

“Yeah, that’s him. He’s moving with me tomorrow.” Was that too much to tell her?

“He’s WHAT?” Yeah, it might have been too much. She rolls over on her messy bed and internally groans.

“Well, he can barely take care of himself, even with the jobs he has. The other day we went to the supermarket again, and he still hasn’t learned to get things in bulk—”

“Did mom okay this?”

“I didn’t ask. I told Kasai, and we’re moving him into the empty apartment next door.” It’s the kind of thing you can get away with when your family owns the building. 

“Mmn…” Mion’s frown is quite audible. She can tell her sister wants to ask questions, but doesn’t know how to. Maybe she’s scared to. There’s an intangible wall between the Sonozaki sisters. That’s not a bad thing, is it? What can she even tell her anyway? It’s not like she knows all that much. This is fine. “That makes sense. Try not to burden Kasai-san too much, okay?”

“You worry too much!” Shion takes a glance at the time. Crap, I’m late! “Anyway I have to go! I said I’d help him clean up his old place!”

“Wait, Shion—” But it’s too late, and Shion hangs up. 

Muu-kun: where are you?

Muu-kun : hello?

Muu-kun: muu….i’m getting worried…

Shion: sorry, sorry! I’m on my way~!

***

All finished! Satoko’s dorm room looks mostly the same, just fuller now. Jackets hang in closets, shoes rest by the door, and there’s a few scattered tools, books, and electronics across the desk and bed. It could probably be neater, but she doesn’t see the point, since she’s just going to make the mess again anyway. 

“We’ll be on our way now, Satoko,” says the soft voice of her mother, standing by the sofa and observing the room. Behind her towards the door is Houjou-san—dad. Yeah. He’s dad now, remember? Satoko finds herself frowning, unwanted. “Satoko?” Her mother asks, concern pooled in caramel eyes. There’s the unsaid question: ‘Are you missing your brother again?’ 

“Of course, I am just fine! Ohohoho!” Satoko laughs, regal and fake. It doesn’t bother her at all that he’s missing. That he was here for this last year, and then ran off the next day. It doesn’t bother her that instead of him, there’s only Houjou-san. No, Dad. “I was simply wondering if Rika will be here soon.”

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” Houjou-san says with a smile. He always looks happy. He’s not burdened at all by Satoko. Satoko alone is struggling to define what family means to her. No I’m not! Houjou-san is my father! It’s fine. All parental relationships are awkward.

She hugs her mom a bit too tight, and awkwardly side hugs Houjou-san, and then they’re on their way, leaving Satoko alone in her dorm room. Before she gets stuck in her thoughts, she pulls her phone out of her pocket. Hopefully she’s not busy…

***

With a smile plastered on her face, Rika swings higher, higher, on the swingset of the park set. One day she’ll find a way to fly, so high, and finally touch one of those cotton clouds. Push higher—it’s liberating.

 “CUT!” a loud voice yells from outside the filming area. “Take a break! We’ll be back in 20.” Finally. Rika’s smile drops. Or rather, it doesn’t. It just switches to the well-worn form belonging to child actress darling, Furude Rika. 

As she goes over to her bag, The director comes over, praising her for her flawless work like always, blah blah, she’s not really listening. Just smiling and nodding. “Mii. Thank you very much, Akito.” Rika thinks she’s the only one in the world who can get away with this disrespect. 

He leaves, and she ruffles through her stuff until she finds her cellphone, the notification light blinking. It’s always blinking on her phone. Unlock, scroll, god she wishes she could block all these people. So many directors, and managers, and costume people, and agents, and her mother (ugh), is there anything here that’s interesting?

Satokoヾ(○･ω･)ﾉ☆: Have you arrived yet?

Oh yeah. Today is moving back in day, isn’t it, even for the elementary schoolers. She forgot amidst her overpacked schedule. A quick glance back to her crowded calendar and yep, she’s set to finally go and settle back at the dorm in about…six hours. “That’s too long,” she mutters. 

“Akito?” Rika asks, waddling up to the director, who’s busy pouring over a bit of script. “I have to leave early today,” she says, looking down. It’s not like they really need her here. Rika does perfect takes on the first go most of the time. She expects to get irritated texts from her mother, but who cares. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time.

“Ah, today is move in day isn’t it? Of course. You’re not really needed for the rest of the work today anyway,” he says, going into detail about the schedule, and blah blah, Rika doesn’t care. She’s out the door. 

Her mom won’t be happy to see her learn she’s leaving early, but it doesn’t matter. Satoko is waiting.

***

As the math teacher for class 2-BR lectures on and on about polynomials, Hajime wonders why exactly he’s even here. Head propped up in one hand, he glances out the window with a sigh, gazing at the athletics fields beneath him. Below there’s a class for the SHSLs, playing baseball and goofing off together. They look like they’re having fun. Certainly more fun than Hajime is having at this lecture.

His gym classes are not as fun. Maybe they’re not as fun because he doesn’t have anyone to goof off with. He’s friendly with his classmates, but they’re not friends. He doesn’t get what they’re all so excited about. They’re just reserve course kids. They’ll only ever be second best. Just like he is. Why did I enroll here again…?

It’d be easier if just being here made him happy, like it does everyone else in his class. But he’s not happy. Walking through the halls of the large building, with classrooms split between Ts and Rs depending on the course you’re enrolled in, and he’s left feeling misplaced. Lost. We reserve course kids are just here to foot the bills…

His phone buzzes from his front pocket. A thousand yen says it’s Sonozaki. Carefully, although the teacher never notices anyway, he pulls it out and checks his messages.

Sonozaki: club is in session today! o((*^▽^*))o don’t forget. 

Sonozaki: first day back is not a day off

Sonozaki: if you skip out I will hunt you down so don’t try anything (｡+･`ω･´)

Hajime snorts quietly and pockets his phone again. Maybe it’s not that terrible.

***

It’s impressive how empty the halls of the main building of Hope’s Peak Academy can get as soon as classes let out, Kokichi thinks. It’s only the first day, and yet all the excitement of being here at this school, is already zapped after a single day. Well, I guess it wouldn’t be all that exciting for returning students, and he doesn’t think clubs are operating just yet, but it’s still a little unexpected. 

He watches as the remaining stragglers in the hall run off to the library, or even to their dorms with disinterest. It doesn’t matter all that much what they’re doing, anyway. He’s not out patrolling the halls for them, but to get a lay of the land. This is his new stomping grounds. It’s a pretty big campus, so he has to get used to it fast if he wants to make the most of it. 

But it’s still kind of boring. In this quiet building, with its mostly empty halls. If the rest of his cohort were here, it’d be one thing, but there’s no one. Not even someone to antagonize. How boring. He hopes his whole HPA experience won’t be like this. It’s a school for the best and brightest. Surely something interesting has to come along.

Well, I guess for today we’ll bother the people in my dorm! He cracks a grin at that. There’s so many new faces to piss off! Surely at least one of them is exciting.

***

Nobody stands near Nagito as he peruses the many shelves of the library. They scurry away as soon as he’s within 10 feet of them to some other place he can’t see them. He’s used to it. The group of reserve course students who almost lost all their bags in an accidental fire started calling him HPA’s Bad Luck Charm, and it’s spread around the school. He did apologize for that (he swears he was just trying to return that Bunsen burner), but it didn’t make a difference. Oh well. That’s okay. Nagito is used to time alone.

The people in his class tend to stay clear of him, too. Well, Sonozaki-san (as the class president) and a few others are nice, and friendly towards him, but that’s about it. He can’t really burden people as talented as them with his presence. They’re all so bright, shining, hopeful. They’re destined for great things. It’s unfitting for him to be their compatriot. 

Another reserve course student skitters away from him as Nagito starts taking out a new book. He thinks he’d be better suited among their ranks. They’re just as audacious as he is to think they belong here.

When the book comes out, the entire bookcase falls over, causing a domino effect. Nagito starts laughing to himself.

***

The conference room with the steering committee is always really dark. Jin never understood why they do that. Even if everything you need to look at is on a screen, a light is still nice. But whatever.

“We’re no longer postponing the Hope Cultivation plan,” speaks one of the men. 

The announcement sends Jin into a panic. “But, the results of the modified project are still unclear. You could be putting one of the students in real danger—”

“Need we remind you that you were the one who insisted we change the operation.” That was because your original plan was inhumane and ill thought-out. But the steering committee doesn’t care about the ethics of it. The reserve course is just money and guinea pigs to them. “We’ve lost a lot of time because of your efforts. We cannot wait any longer,” the committee continues. 

Damn! Jin needs more time! The investigation into the committee is still underway. It’s going so slow because if they catch on to him, he’s fired, and then who knows what they’ll do to this school. Does he tell Munakata to pick up the pace? Is that a safe play? He doesn’t know. He can’t know. 

“Start searching the reserve course for a test subject. And make it quick.”

The clock is ticking. 

***

The alleyways of Shuukyo city, clean but still covered in graffiti, are always empty at this time of night. It’s too early for the delinquents groups, but it’s just too late for anyone else to spend time in an alley. Keiichi is alone, crouched near some trash cans. They smell really bad, and flies gleefully buzz around them, but despite this he stays right here, tucked out of sight from the kids and people wandering the streets. He has to. It ends before it begins otherwise.

There’s a heavy weight sitting in his arms, made much heavier by the weight of soon-to-be sins. He can still back out. He hasn’t done anything yet. If he went home, right now, it would be like nothing ever happened. He doesn’t have to do this. But he wants to. Or, he deserves to. Or, the pain has to go somewhere. Somewhere that isn’t him. 

So he thinks, deliberating on the pain that has yet to be inflicted, staring down at the BB gun in his hands, aiming at no one, when suddenly—

“Y’know, that’s a really bad prank,” an unfamiliar voice says. Startled, Keiichi drops the BB gun, and it clatters to the floor. In the darkness of the alleyway, he can see the hints of a new silhouette, but he can’t make the stranger out. When did they get here? “There’s a lot more interesting things you can be doing other than that.”

Keiichi says nothing. He’s frozen in place. He’s caught, but he won’t be caught if he just goes home, leaves it here. The stranger can’t see much more of him than he can of them. He’s at no risk, right? Hell, maybe he can shoot them first.

“Do you think you’re special?”

Hah? What kind of question is that?

“Well don’t look so surprised. Only a narc would feel entitled to pelt people with a BB gun.” The stranger laughs at his expense. “Are you a narc?” 

Keiichi still can’t move, can’t speak, but his anger is starting to boil over. What does this person know? They don’t know him! They don’t know his pain, or his struggle! He’s not a narcissist. He’s not! He’s not, right? He’s…not. I’m just—

“Tag, you’re it!” The stranger swipes the gun off the concrete and bolts down the nearby street. 

Before he’s able to think, he’s chasing, following a dark blurry silhouette as they run all across the district. He needs it back. He needs it back, right? What else can he use to take out his anger? But his plan is out the window now. Sure, he could go back to blasting cans, but that’s not enough. That’s what this was for, right? He needs it back! He needs it back. 

He runs and runs and runs. The streets all blur together in his mind, with the only thing in his sights being that stranger with his BB gun. But why does he need it back? Was this ever worth it? Do I even want to do this? Is this going to make me happy? He needs it back. He needs it back!

He doesn’t even know how long he’s been running for. Minutes? Hours? He just has to keep running. He has to get it back. Even if he doesn’t think he wants it anymore. Even if he doesn’t know what he wants.

The stranger hops over a closed gate with the gun, and vanishes. Where am I….? It takes Keiichi a minute, through his heaving and panting, to register the tall, regal brick entryway, and the looming school behind it. Hope’s Peak Academy…? Did he really run that far? He collapses against the brick wall. Guess so. 

As he recuperates, he thinks. How do I get that back? He doesn’t go here. He’s enrolled in specialized schools, and being in the reserve course didn’t seem appealing. But he wants it back. Or. Or maybe he wants something else. 

Maybe there are other ways to be happy.

#hope.txt #higurashi #dangan ronpa #higurashi no naku koro ni #ITS GONNA BE GOOD #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #clusterfuck au #my fic

[madpanda75]

Going to thanksgiving dinner with Carisi promo 116. What’s that on your neck

Thanks for the request! It’s been ages since I’ve written about Sonny Carisi (why I don’t know cause he’s soooooo fine! 🤤) I hope you like this! I had fun writing it!

NSFW

You fidgeted in your seat, turning the radio off and on, adjusting the air conditioner, it was almost impossible to sit still. Sonny looked over at you from the driver’s seat, placing a hand on your knee, gently squeezing it in comfort. “Don’t be nervous, doll.”

“I’m not nervous.” Sonny raised his eyebrow at you, he knew you were lying. “Ok, so I’m a little nervous.” You admitted.

Your boyfriend gripped the steering wheel, turning onto his parent’s street. “It’s not like you haven’t met my folks before.”

“I know but this is different. I’m spending a major holiday with your parents in their house that you grew up in.”

It was Thanksgiving and Sonny was taking you over to his parent’s house to celebrate with his family. The two of you had been together for only a few months, it was a whirlwind relationship. You met Sonny at the elementary school where you taught kindergarten. One September afternoon, as a favor to his sister, he stopped by to pick up his niece, who just happened to be one of your students.

Sonny could still remember the first time he saw you, running around the playground with the other children, your smile made his heart skip a beat. His niece led you over to the blue eyed detective, wanting her favorite teacher and her favorite uncle to meet. You left school that day with a phone number and a date with Sonny for Friday night, that date turned into several and now here you were standing outside the Carisi family home.

Sonny grabbed your hand, leading you up to the door. “It’ll be fine, Y/N. Everyone already loves you.” He said, opening the door. “Ma? Dad? We’re here!”

A barrage of sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews welcomed you as soon as you and Sonny entered the house. It took a full twenty minutes for your boyfriend to introduce you to his family, everyone was so warm and inviting, putting you right at ease.

You walked into the living room with Sonny, the cozy room adorned with family pictures. One picture on the mantle caught your eye, it was of your boyfriend as a young boy with a big goofy grin on his face dressed in his baseball uniform, posing as if he was about to swing his bat and score a home run. “Nice pic, babe. You were so cute!” You gushed, pointing at the picture.

Sonny blushed when he saw you had discovered the photo. “That was taken during my little league days. I was more into playing basketball instead.”

“Awww you look adorable in your baseball uniform. You stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Ok, break it up you two.” Bella Carisi said upon entering the room. “Y/N, come on have a glass of wine with me.”

Tommy, Bella’s husband, came bounding in next, “Sonny, come on. I need someone to play defense on my team.”

“Yeah I’ll be right there.” Your boyfriend looked over at you. “You going to be ok?”

You smiled, “Of course, go have fun babe.”

Bella rolled her eyes, “Jesus, relax. We’re not going to sacrifice her on the altar. We won’t do that till New Year’s.” She winked, taking your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen while Tommy pushed Sonny outside.

You were whisked off to join the other Carisi women in the kitchen while Sonny went outside with his nephews and cousins to play football. All the women were laughing and drinking while helping with dinner. Mrs. Carisi was keeping you entertained by telling stories about Sonny that you knew would embarrass him.

Sonny looked into the kitchen window watching as you cracked up laughing at something his mother had said. He softly smiled, you were so beautiful, so sweet, he hadn’t felt this way about anyone in such a long time. Your eyes locked with his through the window and you smiled at him. Sonny waved, so enamored of you in that moment, he didn’t see his brother-in-law running towards him, tackling him to the ground. You cringed, giggling a bit at your loveable goofy boyfriend when Mrs. Carsi called your name.

“Y/N? Would you be a dear and go get the boys to come in and set the table. Dinner will be ready in about 30.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Carisi.” You headed out to the backyard, still carrying your glass of wine. “Hey guys,” you called out, suddenly a football came hurling through the air towards you, knocking your glass of wine out of your hand and spilling onto your shirt. Sonny ran up to you, “Doll, you ok?”

“I’m fine, but my shirt isn’t.” You looked down at your cream colored top that was now dyed red with wine. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Will you tell the guys to come in and set the table?”

“Yeah.” Sonny nodded before calling his family over.

Mrs. Carisi showed you to the upstairs bathroom where you dabbed at your shirt with a wet washcloth, trying to get the stain out when you heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, you saw your boyfriend. “Ma, wanted me to give you this.” He said, coming into the bathroom and motioning towards the t-shirt in his hands.

“Thanks, babe.” You smiled. “Apart from a red wine stain, I’m having a great time. Your family is amazing.” You peeled off your top, waiting for your boyfriend to hand you the shirt. Sonny visibly gulped, his eyes glued to your chest.

“Ummm….babe? The t-shirt? Getting kinda cold here.”

“I can keep you warm.” Sonny whispered, gifting you a dark, lustful look moving slowly towards you until your body was pressed against the sink. You blushed under his gaze as his fingers lightly traced your collarbone, moving lower down your body, causing goosebumps to form. “You know, doll. We have a few minutes before anyone will miss us.”

“We do?” You softly said, your heart beating fast, your panties beginning to get wet with your arousal as Sonny began to kiss down your neck.

“Mmhmm.” He bit down on your lobe before purring in your ear. “What do you say we have some fun before dinner?”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice. Sonny moved his lips up to yours, kissing you hard. Moaning as he licked into your mouth, your tongues battling for dominance. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. His hand dipped down under the waistband of your jeans. Pushing your panties to the side, he ran his finger up and down your slit, rubbing circles on your clit.

You whimpered, your breath coming in short pants as he plunged one finger into your sheath, pumping in and out before adding a second finger, rubbing your clit with the palm of his hand. Sonny groaned, giving you long lustful kisses as he moved faster against you.

You broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his, “Please Sonny. I need you. Fuck me, baby.”

He removed his fingers, sucking your essence of them. “You taste so good, doll.”  

Your hands moved to his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling them down while he did the same to you before grabbing your thighs and hoisting you on top of the sink. You gave Sonny a few long strokes, spreading his precum down his rock hard shaft. He swiftly entered you, groaning as he felt your pussy envelop him, you whimpered feeling his cock stretch you open.

Sonny began to move against you, grunting with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re so wet. You feel so good…. so tight.” He growled, kissing you deeply. His fingertips digging into your hips so hard you know there would be bruises the next day as he pistoned into you. The room filled with both of your labored breathing along with skin slapping.

“Oh God Sonny! Yes! Right there!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the head of his cock rub against your g spot.

“Shhh…we have to be quiet.” He said in a shaky whisper.

You whimpered, kissing any inch of skin you could reach. Sonny groaned, feeling your walls begin their tell tale dance against him. “Please, harder.” You whispered. “I’m close.”

Sonny slammed into you harder and faster, moving one hand in between your bodies to furiously rub your clit. “I want you to come nice and hard for me.” He purred.

His words sent you over the edge, your release overtaking you. You sucked a mark into his neck as you rode out your orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. A moment later, Sonny followed, coming hard, groaning while he pulsated inside you.

He slowed his thrusts to a halt, resting his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths. “We should get going.” He said after several minutes, kissing you softly before pulling out.

After cleaning yourselves up, the two of you went back downstairs, to join the rest of the family, hoping no one noticed how long you were gone. Everyone sat down to dinner, the table laid out with mouth watering family recipes. Bella sat across the table from you and Sonny, furrowing her eyebrows as she studied her brother’s appearance.

“Sonny, what’s that on your neck?” She asked. You turned your head towards your boyfriend, your jaw dropped, eyes widening when you saw a fresh hickey peeking out above Sonny’s grey henley. His hand immediately went to the mark, trying to pull his collar up, his face turning beet red. “It’s…ummm.. It’s nothing, Bella. Mind your own business.”

Gina sat next to her sister, smirking when she saw the purplish bruise, “Looks like you got in a fight with a vacuum cleaner.”

“Or a vampire,” Teresa said, joining her sisters. The three women burst out laughing. At that moment, you would have given anything for the ground beneath you to swallow you whole.

Mrs. Carisi sat down at the head of the table, “What’s so funny?”

“We’re just talking about that love bite your son is sporting.” Bella said through a giggle.

Sonny placed a protective arm around your shoulders. “It’s not funny, Bella.”

“Yes it is.” Gina said, laughing through her tears. You hid your face in your hands, wanting to die as family members were murmuring and looking at you and Sonny.

“Enough!” Mrs. Carisi shouted. “You girls have some nerve teasing your brother about this. You don’t think I know what goes on with you three?” She pointed to each of her daughters. “Bella, I know all about Tommy sneaking into your bedroom. Teresa, I know you’re living in sin with your boyfriend cause your sister told me.”

Teresa smacked Bella on the arm, “I told you that was a secret!”

“Gina,” Mrs. Carisi said. “I’m not even going to say out loud what you did, but I know.” Gina gasped, her eyes growing large. Whatever she had done must have been pretty bad,” you thought to yourself.

All three girls looked down at their plates, hanging their heads in silence as Mrs. Carisi continued. “So my son has a hickey, so what!? When your father and I were dating, he gave me a whole necklace of hickeys!”

“OH God! Mom! Gross!” Bella exclaimed as Gina and Teresa made gagging noises.

“Yeah, Mom. Please, we’re about to eat.” Sonny piped in.

Mrs. Carisi rolled her eyes, “Well how do you think I had four kids? Virgin births? You all need Jesus in my opinion.” She said, making the sign of the cross. “I don’t know where I went wrong with you four. Now, let’s say grace, move on, and be happy. It’s Thanksgiving, damn it!” Mrs. Carisi let out a long breath, turning to Sonny’s grandmother and smiling sweetly. “Nonna Carisi, would you like to say grace?”

Nonna Carisi smiled, winking at you before leading you all in prayer. You bowed your head, your mind reeling over what had just happened at the table. The rest of dinner went smoothly, everyone eating and enjoying each other’s company.

You looked over at your boyfriend as he took a bite of his pumpkin pie, “I’m sorry about the mark.” You whispered.

Sonny chuckled, “It’s ok, but when we get home, you’re in big trouble.” He purred in your ear causing you to giggle and blush. Your boyfriend looked around the table at his loud, large, and crazy family. “Next year, let’s have Thanksgiving at your folks’ place?”

“Next Thanksgiving?” You asked.

“Yeah, doll. I hope we get to celebrate a lot of Thanksgivings together over the years.” Sonny kissed your cheek, nuzzling his nose against you.

“You got yourself a deal, Sonny Carisi.” You said, squeezing his hand under the table while you enjoyed your dessert. Your heart swelled at the thought of spending future holidays with Sonny.

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[tea-e-biscotti]

We’ll never be bonded by the same blood.

Plot: When Matsui Jurina’s father introduced her new girlfriend, Rena, to his daughter, he couldn’t know the consequences of his action.

Pairing: Wmatsui, ChuriJuri, mentioned Furuyanagi

Warnings: pseudo!incest, cheating, friends with benefits, I’ve written it last February so if there is something off with the characters’ somatic freatures, its because of it. 

Rating: borderline M

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection had a face, a beautiful and oval face, with a little mole on a cheek.

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection had an age, six years more than her.

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection had a name, and it was Rena.

She would have recognized that long raven hair everywhere, and she was sure. Like she was sure she would be able to distinguish that shy and shiny eyes above other thousand.

With so particular features, that official introduction by her father was totally useless.

-Jurina, this is Rena. We’re dating.-

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection died when she was 18 years old.

She surely knew Rena- Attending the same school, that covered the instruction from elementary school to high school, she had met the girl a lot of time during her rush through the hallways and she spent a lot of time looking dreaming at her during the lunch break and cheering for her during the shows of the drama club. Her graduation left a bitter taste in the mouth of the eighteen, that during the following years was able to find only her major: literature, like she expected.

The raven-hair girl next to her father, this she didn’t expect at all. Sure, Mr Matsui was quite young at the age of 42 and he had a certain charm (inherited by his daughter, according to her), but he wasn’t the ideal candidate for a 24 years old girl in her prime.

-She is going out with you for the money.-

She said coldly exiting from the room.

More days passed, more the pain inside Jurina’s chest increased- The hate, because it WAS hate, it couldn’t be anything else, regarding Rena was torturing her. She closed her eyes and she could touch with her hand the shy smiles that the older girl was giving her constantly, the hidden glances that were always on her when she was distracted, the red cheeks, the awkwardness  bad hidden every time Jun tried to kiss her in front of her daughter.

Every action was a dart, a thrill on her skin.

Who the hell she believed she was, that temptress? How she dare to even think to smile in such an adorable way, with her eyes half closed, when every breath was like a shot?

Here presence was unbearable.

-Is only a flirt, trust me. They’re going to break up within two months.-

Akane, her best friend, tried to comfort her, but Jurina only raised her eyes from the exercise and frowned, marking her exercise as wrong. The examinations were near, and she couldn’t afford to let her get distracted by the umpteenth slut her father brought home.

-For what reason you have ever thought of  intrude in my life, Rena-chan?-

In that honorific there wasn’t any trace of affection, only contempt and devaluation. She would never give her the respect that the woman, or better, her father, required.

-I’m free to go anywhere and with anyone I want once I’ll graduate, and it won’t be the first baby my father brings here to stop me. I’ll go to Tokyo, that you’ll like it or not.-

She had what she wanted, so where was the happiness? Why she wasn’t able to enjoy the view of Rena crying in front of her? Was the guiltiness that blocked her, the regret to have so much criticized her authority that prevented her from exulting or was more?

-Jurina.. don’t go… don’t leave me alone…-

But she wasn’t able to hear the words of the woman. She had already left the room slamming the door.

-You must postpone your departure. We have to talk.-

“We have to talk” Nothing is scarier than this sentence.

-Rena and I want to get married.-

A thud, then nothing.

The truth is an icy shower, that opens your eyes but penetrates into your bones causing violent thrills.

In the silence of her room, only some very bad concealed sobs and regulars breaths were audible.

Jurina was able to sense a presence next to her bed, but in the darkness of her warm covers and her blurry vision was difficult to distinguish the reality from the projection of her imagination.

-The ceremony must already be over, you can stop faking now.-

Akane’s voice was low and husky, unlike her usually shrill one.

Only her father could have called her, the eighteen years old thought. She could have been willing to eat spikes and walk on hot embers, but not to take part in that farce that they called marriage. It only took her to see herself reflected in the mirror the week before the ceremony to understand that an excuse wasn’t needed. The red swollen eyes, the hollow cheeks and the never ending nausea reveled themselves as the perfect allies to display as a so intense illness to confine her to the bed.

The real problem was that it wasn’t an excuse, but she was really ill.

She re-emerged from the covers that had been enveloping her body for a while and she curled up in a fetal position with her back in front of Churi.

-Jurina-san, I know you hate her, but all this will come to an end when will move to Tokyo. It will pass, I know it.-

-You don’t know anything.-

The worlds flown out her mouth with an uncommon calm. She turned to her friend and placed some pillows against her back sustain herself and to have her intense stare glued to the scared and uncertain ones of the girl.

-It’s because I don’t hate her that I can’t find my peace.-

The awareness of loving Rena, of having always loved her and lost her, that was her icy shower.

-Help me to move on, Churi.-

She whispered posing lascivious kisses on her neck. A little bit of warmth would have been enough to warm her bones, or so she thought.

-Rena is changed, is more close and even less demonstrative than before.-

Seated in her new kitchen in Tokyo, Jurina held her telephone far from her ear. The morning didn’t start in the right way with the umpteenth argument with Akane, and surely listening to her father’s complains about her new wife only after three months of marriage wasn’t bringing any improvement to her day.

-It’s difficult to relate to a baby, you know.-

A jibe. Jurina almost smiled at herself for the irony of her words.

-This is the reason why I ask for your help. Come back home for a while, get along with her. Talk to her. Maybe with you she’ll open more.-

-I’ve some exam, college is more difficult than high school and I can’t lose any time. It’s up to you, she isn’t my wife.-

Unfortunately.

-Jurina, it’s me, Rena. If you are there, please, answer.-

Only the strict glare of her lover stopped her from answering her phone. The needs in her voice woke up her drowsed senses in that Sunday morning filling her up with adrenaline.

Rena, always Rena.

Every time she felt able to forget about her, she came back to occupy her mind; less she wanted to see her, more she felt the urge to leave everything behind and came back to her.

-Maybe you’re not home… It’s Sunday, after all. Maybe you’re out with your… friend… Call me as soon as possible… Bye.-

The hand of the young girl was ready to reach the phone when a soft caress on her naked arm stopped her actions.

-Well? It only needs her voice to wake you up? Let’s use this energy in a more useful way!-

Whispered Akane before kissing her.

Even if her lover’s company was delightful, Jurina couldn’t stop thinking about the husky voice of the older woman.

Rena was sterile. She wasn’t able to have children.

The doctor’s verdict was clear.

A tragedy dropped on that particular family but it had less victims than someone could have ever guessed.

Around the ebony table, her father was silent, the head  was bent and the forehead was posed on the knuckles, the shoulders were shaken by tremors.

On his right, Rena turned her glare nervously from her husband to the girl seated by his side. Her expression seemed sorry, but she wasn’t showing the same desperation of her husband.

On the contrary, her eyes shew a reassured shade every time they posed on Jurina.

Her, on particular, was the most tranquil. The only think that bothered her of that situation was  the tense atmosphere that was possible to breath in that room.

-There is a positive thing in this mess. We’ll never be bonded by the same blood.-

She whispered to Rena, careful to not let her father catch their conversation.

More than the umpteenth affront to the woman, it seemed more a reassurance for herself.

At last the girl whom she loved so hopelessly wasn’t blood related to her, bringing more sins on her conscience.

-You should go, and I’m deadly serious.-

-Churi, nope. I won’t spend two weeks being a Cupid for a couple in crisis. I’ve already enough problems.-

How could Akane herself, that knew better that anyone the complexity of her feelings toward Rena,  suggest her to accept  the proposal of a three persons holiday for her nineteen’s birthday, a front for a trip whose only meaning the reconciliation of a troubled couple with her as mediator. She wasn’t stupid, she couldn’t find others solutions for an improvised trip a month after her real birth’s date.

-We know too well who is the real cause of your problems, honey. And if this holiday will be useful to resolve them, I’ll be the happiest person of the world.-

-Tell me, you only want me out of there to have the house free.- she joked mischievously poking her side.

-It could be right.-

Tweeted the friend smiling cleverly.

Fixing the situation between her best friend and Rena was her principal goal, but the possibility to have the possibility to organize a private party with a certain Airi seemed alluring.

Jurina started to regret to have left the exact moment she saw Rena exiting from the bathing-hut of their resort.

With her long, black hair blowing in the wind, sunglasses put on and the colorful bikini that embraced her modest curves, the woman looked like a model on a cover. Or even better.

A fire burned up in the nineteen girl warming her skin more than the lukewarm sun of April that shone on the beach in that moment.

-I’d never think you would came with me without Jun, you know. That man is so lazy, unlike you.-

-Are you joking? I’d never missed such an amazing view!-

..She didn’t say that aloud, right? Geez, Rena’s red cheeks spoke for her. And her predatory gaze reflected in the sunglasses of the woman wasn’t making the things easy for her.

-I’ve never seen a sea so beautiful!-

She added quickly turning on her heels.

Yes, she was regretting it so much.

She remembered the reason why she fell in love at the first sight with the girl. Her gaze conquered her, sweet and confident as the smile she gave to her after helping her to pick a book from the floor. Many years had passed, but her feelings didn’t seem less intense, actually they became more pressing and overwhelming. She bit her lip absentmindedly thinking about what they could have never been.

Rena, don’t do this to me. Don’t bite your lips in that way. You makes things harder.

She thought observing the distracted gesture of the girl laid on the cot next to her.

-I’m going to refresh my ideas, stay here. I’ll be back soon.-

The warm water of the deserted beach would have clean her dirty thoughts, or so she hoped.

-What is the real nature of your relationship with that Akane? She seems a bit old to be your former classmate.-

Jurina almost chocked when she eared that question. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the woman, noticing a uncertain flash in her eyes.

-She was my private tutor. Now we are only good friends but… you can say that she still help me when I’m having difficulties.-

She wasn’t lying. Their relationship was strictly physical, because Churi was very well aware of her feelings toward Rena and the young girl suspected a certain affinity between her best friend and a coworker.

She felt Rena’s eyes scrutinize her carefully and noticed that the features of  her face were slowly relaxing.

-If you’re afraid that I like girls, you can stay calm. I know you already belong to my lovely daddy.-

She commented to reduce the discomfort that the curious gaze of the girl was bringing to her.

Maybe she went too far this time, because from Rena’s eyes were gushing hot tears.

-Rena-chan? Are you okay?-

She asked hesitant seating on her cot. She placed an hand on the shaking one of the girl and with the other she caressed her cheek to dry it.

-I didn’t intend to offe..-

Two moist lips interrupted the sentence she was saying. Rena was kissing her, and the whole world around her stopped.

If Rena hadn’t broken the kiss, she would have been happily dead on that beach.

-It’s better for me to go, Jun could be worrying.-

This time Jurina caught her lips in a warm kiss.

-I’ll not let you flee. Now it’s time for explanations.-

-You’ve always been right. I’ve never loved your father, but it wasn’t the money the real reason behind our marriage. It was you.-

What?

She couldn’t believe it. She wanted to look at her eyes to try to understand her real intentions, but Rena kept her gaze low, focused on her hand that was playing with the fingers of the younger girl.

-I’ve always been looking at you from the side. I’ve fallen in love with your eyes at first sight, The day of my graduation… I wanted to declare my feelings to you, but it was all so… wrong. We were so young, and both girls… And an age gap of six year was heavy.-

-And so you hooked up with a middle aged man.-

To the salty consideration of the girl, she had to nod.

-Between a man and a woman is different, the society says so. And you resemble him so much. He has your stubbornness, the same proud and confident eyes. He reminded me of you, so I accepted hi s courtship. But I had no idea he was your father, believe me. When he introduced us, I just wanted to disappear.

Destiny is cruel. When I finally believed to be free from the memories of you, it brought us back together. I’d understood I would never be able to part from you, never. The fierce glare you gave me that day woke up my feelings.

-…If what you says is true, then why have you married him?-

-Weren’t you paying attention?.

She asked shaking her head.

-You were going away from me again, and I couldn’t accept it. I though… I thought that accepting his proposal you would have been with us a little more, that living under the same roof would have helped you to accept my presence allowing me to look at you closely. But I was wrong.-

A sob stopped her speech signalizing the beginning of a new copious weeping. This time Jurina didn’t intervened.

-When the gynecologist declared my infertility, a feel of guiltiness for my happiness has been hunting me for weeks. With my marriage already broken and your absence, I really couldn’t bear anything anymore.  We’ll never be bonded by the same blood. Your words gave me an handhold, the guiltiness of been in love with the daughter of my husband was lighter. You believe that this trip was organized to save my marriage… but you’re wrong, it’s for save me. Another day alone in that house without you and I’d gone crazy.-

Jurina kept quiet, trying to assimilate all that information and give them a logical form.

-I’m a monster, I know. But I don’t want your love, neither your pity.-

At the new attempt of the woman to stand up, Jurina decided to act. She held her wrist end she laid her down, blocking her thin body with hers-

-Don’t you dare to escape. I’ll never let you go after what you said.-

She exclaimed strictly. She raised her hand and she posed it on the woman’s face, caressing sweetly the red cheek.

-You’ll never have my pity. And my love has been yours for aged.-

Even before she could have been able to realize the shock on Rena’s face, Jurina bent down and kissed her aggressively, releasing the frustration she pent up in the previous months.

Otherwise Rena, who didn’t know if she was more happy or confused from that situation, let herself drown in the embrace and crossed her arms behind the young girl neck, increasing their union.

The younger Matsui started to place soft kisses on the lips, forehead, cheeks and nose without ceasing the eyes’ contact with the lovely gaze of the shaking woman under her. Possessed by a vortex of infernal passion, she continued to kiss her long neck caressing the milky skin with her canines before biting her.

-Juri… Juri, stop it! Jun will notice them!-

-Don’t worry, with a concealer and two days the marks will be gone. But not me. I think you’ll have to bear me for very long!-

She continued to mark her pale skin with ravenous bites, like a beast that hadn’t eaten for a long time. The neck, the collarbone and the chest weren’t spared by her passion.

With a quick gesture of her hand she untied the upper part of her swimsuit and began to torture her nipples, before covering them with her soft lips.

The moans coming from the unsteady woman under her were music to her ears, a sweet melody that was upsetting her heart and another part a little lower.

She stopped her manifestation of affect when a strong hold pulled her hairs and forced her to rise her head to look at Rena, who had pure love and frustration melted together in her eyes. With their lips perfectly united, almost glued, they consumed their first act of love on that cob, with the sea as only witness of their union.

-What are we going to do from now on, Rena?-

-I want to ask the divorce from your father, so for now I have to find a place where I can live.-

Jurina placed a tender kiss on her lips, curling her hairs with a finger.

-Come to Tokyo with me! Churi won’t complain if we explain the situation!-

-I would not be so sure, dear.-

Rena laughed amused, closing her eyes.

-Happy anniversary, Juri-

-Happy anniversary, Rena!-

Whispered the woman hugging her lover’s back before holding her left hand  and kissing the golden stripe that enveloped her ring finger.

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection was in the warmth of a morning hug.

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection had two eyes full of love.

For Matsui Jurina, the perfection was as alive as ever even after thirty years.

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