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peachmuses · 11 months

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@sociieties asked: it’s late and they’re still at ryou and kazuya’s place. makoto’s passed out on the couch while everyone else, as he’s last known it, stayed up to continue talking and vaguely remembers something about telling tatsuya to wake him up when he’s ready to go. this is what he assumes is the case when the repeated call of his name makes it’s way into his dreams, and just as he groans in response, someone’s asking where his phone is. too hard of a question for someone’s who’s just woken up and needs a few more moments of silence, but he’s asked again and all he hears is something / something / restaurant card / something / wallet / something / some large amount of money, do you still have the card? “ what? ” makoto asks, processing absolutely none of that, and as he finally lifts his head, kazuya’s saying that he found makoto’s wallet and is looking through it. okay, so at least the card didn’t get stolen.

there's something to be said about the post medication wearing off nap. shuuzou's got his head in a pillow, lulled to sleep by the quiet talking around him; and the blanket that ryou has thrown over him. it's test session - so he's much busier than normal and he's having a great dream in his doze. nothing is wrong / everything is perfect / there's makoto and tatsuya and kazuya and ryou and the generation of miracles, and everything is successful and happy. someone is talking and he groans in his pillow -- before he's blinking himself awake, slowly. he sits up, blinking dazily at the way everyone is looking around for something. tatsuya's phone had alerted him to a payment coming out -- and it's not much - the bank has the money in it but tatsuya very much likes to keep a eye on what ad where things are going. he doesn't recognize it, and he leans over to wake up makoto, " koto -- koto wake up. koto where's your phone ? " there's a groan from his boyfriend, and tatsuya sighs, hands moving to pinch the other on the stomach. " wake up. money came out of the card --- 2 grand came out of the card, i need to know where your wallet is, koto. " nothing. tatsuya sighs, and he hears shuuzou stirring, and blinking up at him, dazed and confused, and tatsuya waves him off. " makoto, do you still have the resturant card ? " makoto finally stirs, and shuuzou is looking up at kazuya in confusion as he finds makoto's wallet, before he's letting out a loud yawn. he rolls his neck, and moves to the kitchen. coffee for everyone he guesses. it doesn't take long to make it - and he brings coffee for makoto and tatsuya sitting it in front of them. " here you go. " he says quietly, before offering one for kazuya and ryou. " do you need money ? " ryou asks, worries -- " is it covered ? do you have insurance ? can you put a lock on your card from your phone ? that way you don't have to cancel the card in case you find it ? " tatsuya shakes his head, " no we have plenty of money -- i have a large savings account -- but two grand missing is suspicious activity. " he picks up one of the coffees for him, and moves to give makoto his own, " thanks. " for the coffee / for offering. shuuzou yawns again, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes, " what bank are you all using ? i might know someone there. " granted he's not suppose to call them after-hours, " i dunno if they could do something, but, " he shrugs, " worth a try if you need it. "

#sociieties #sociieties: makoto #sociieties: kazuya #character ⸺ shuuzou.#character ⸺ himuro.#character ⸺ ryou.#verse ⸺ nkru bad ending.

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peachmuses · 11 months

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@sociieties asked: “ i’m tired, ” and makoto is tired. tired of thinking / tired of being. earlier today someone else tried coming onto him while he was out and while that, alone, isn’t the issue, he sees issue with how strong they were coming onto him and how it wasn’t tatsuya. after their last fight, makoto’s been more reserved. “ but…. i don’t… ” he blinks slowly, eyes on the window. “ i want to scrub myself clean of everyone else who’s ever touched me. i’m fine with acting like it’s only ever been you. ” he might be a tad bit high, but he’s still speaking his mind.

tatsuya's got joint, as he's laid across his bed. ( someone had hit on makoto earlier, someone had tried to touch what was his. ) usually - in response, tatsuya would fuck makoto so all he'd know would be tatsuya's name, but he's annoyed by the fact that someone thought he could, and so had sparked joint instead. makoto, had joined him in his bed -- not that long ago, and tatsuya doesn't have a problem, persay, with makoto in his bedroom -- knows he'd have a better chance in hell of dying by a flying shark attack, then getting makoto out of his space. tatsuya hums when he speaks, and blinks slowly up at makoto. only him ? he inhales, and pauses letting smoke settle into lungs, before exhaling. " what about shuu ? " they don't really talk about shuu; either. " you're fine with acting like he never touched you too ? "

#sociieties #sociieties: makoto #character ⸺ himuro.#verse ⸺ nkru bad ending.

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peachmuses · 9 months

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@sociieties asked: “ did…. did you just say you don’t know how to crack a coconut around me? ” rangi sounds as offended as he looks confused / more so lost on how shuuzou thought it was a thing that shuuzou had to do when he was around. “ give it here, you’re stressing me out doing that. ”

shuuzou looks up at him, blinking slowly before he looks back down at the coconut that he had gotten from the grocery story trip. he was trying to re-create a drink he had tried while on vacation with the other. he grimances, " i can do it, " a mumble more than anything, before he hands over the knife and coconut, frowning. ( it's not as bad as the time as they were at rangi's home, and shuuzou was trying to open a coconut there only for the entire family and plus some to rush in on him, startling him enough to where he dropped the knife. ) he blinks, lips quirking upwards as he leans in slightly, " what ? you're gonna be there everytime i want to crack open a coconut ? "

#sociieties #sociieties: rangi #character ⸺ shuuzou.#verse ⸺ nkru bad ending.

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peachmuses · 11 months

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@sociieties asked: “ calm down, you’re not that old yet, we’re not even thirty. we’ll have plenty of time to yell at kids on our lawn in the future. ” // kazuya to shuu

" uggggggggh, " he's dramatic, he's in his twenties, let him be old and bitter. " i feel old. my bones hurt constantly and -- " he sighs out, and moves to rest elbow on table and places chin in palm, " the kids said some type of slang yesterday, " and this is totally serious, zu !, ," and i had to google what the fuck they meant. is that not the cornerstone of getting old? when you no longer realise what the youth are saying ? "

#sociieties #sociieties: kazuya #character ⸺ shuuzou.#verse ⸺ nkru bad ending.

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peachmuses · 11 months

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@sociieties asked: 5 times shuuzou felt something was very, very wrong. bad end.

i. the first time he feels something is wrong is when he comes back to makoto's apartment. ( he had made a rash decision in breaking up with his best friend / anger and jealousy swirling in his stomach leading him to argue with his best friend - the one person shuuzou had always tried to not hurt. he had hurt him anyways / and shuuzou is ready to swallow his pride. ) makoto's things are here -- but there's a thin layer of dust that shows that nothing has been touched for a week or so and shuuzou's stomach twists in knots. ( wrong. this is wrong. something is wrong. what happened / where's makoto ? ) he's pulling out his phone to text best friend as he moves to makoto’s room. maybe there will be something there / maybe – maybe, makoto hadn’t left him.

[ text; ako ] where are you. [ text; ako ] came by to talk. [ text; ako ] mako -- where are you ? why does it look like you havent been here ???? [ text; ako ] ako im sure youre mad im sorry pls. i didn't mean it. [ text; ako ] ako-chan????

he finds out his best friend is in america -- and that makoto was sick. makoto tells him they can talk later. later, he finds out from atsushi that makoto had left with tatsuya. ( and shuuzou wants to cry. he knew it. he knew something was going on there. why else would makoto go to the person that tried to destroy their relationship ? shuuzou wants to cry. he's so stupid. he should have known tatsuya wouldn't have allowed him to have anyone. he shows up on kazuya's door step, and when the other asks him where he's been, shuuzou, sarcastic, drunk, replies with " emotional hell. " kazuya stares, and shuuzou fidgets, before he’s releasing whatever breath he has and drops his hands to the side. it’s not fair / he’s so tired. why tatsuya ? why his ex ? why the one person that wanted to ruin everything ? tatsuya is good at that. ruining things / ruining people. “ makoto left with tatsuya. ” kazuya curses under his breath and shuuzou wants to laugh / cry / kill himself / anything so he doesn’t feel the sharp blade of betrayal in his chest. ( he’s empty ! everything good in him is gone. the most central thing to his existence / the support for who he was as a person – gone. nothing will never be the same. shuuzou will never be the same. )

ii. it's been a few months of therapy -- kazuya had helped him find someone after shuuzou forced himself to ask for help. he can’t lose kazuya as well – he’s lost everyone else. ( his friends – his family. all he has left is his soulmate. ) therapist recommended a psych; and shuuzou hated it on principle. ( it made him think of makoto / and how he studied psychology / and about a professor that no longer exists; shuuzou tells kazuya about it one day as ryou slaps his hand telling him he’s cutting the vegetables wrong. ) he had spent both beginning sessions with each of them, staring untrustingly at therapist/doctor – and both were extremely patient with him. " apparently, " shuuzou says, grabbing a beer out of the fridge and sitting next to kazuya whose strumming his fingers, " the bad vibes i've been feeling all my life is just severe psychological distress. " he thinks it’s funny / in a way that it’s not funny, but it’s hysterical to him. recently diagnosed with borderline personality disorder; a mental illness that impacts his ability to manage his emotions ; more often caused by severe childhood trauma. it explains the hallucinations that he has. he tells kazuya and ryou, about it too. he’s trying to talk more. the abused kid who only wanted to be enough and was never enough. nothing he ever did was enough for his family / then he wasn’t enough for tatsuya / then he wasn’t enough for makoto. it’s not fair of him to put it on makoto; when he’s the one who ended things – but shuuzou thinks it’s fair anyways. call him bitter; he doesn’t care. holiday season is the worst, shuuzou thinks. in japan, the holiday is more for couples than anything, but in america, it’s a time for family and friends to rejoice. shuuzou tells kazuya and ryou that he’s going to give them time to themselves, but not to worry about him. christmas day arrives, and shuuzou spends it in bed. he’s tired and alone / but he no longer weeps despite the distance that he feels between him and everything and everyone that exists. it’s his first christmas without makoto around; since he’s returned from america back when he was a stupid teenager. he hated it then, being away from makoto, and he still hates it now.

[ text, drafted; ako ] merry christmas.

he doesn’t send it – he thinks about it, but makoto hasn’t reached back out to him since shuuzou had told him nevermind on talking, and shuuzou realises that means makoto doesn’t want to talk to him. ( if makoto had wanted too / why wouldn’t makoto say something / do something ? ) it's the 26th, which means it’s christmas day in america, and shuuzou decides that the best way to ignore the emptiness inside of him is to toss his phone into his closet. he won’t text makoto / he won’t text tatsuya / and whoever tries to reach out to him, can just move on. he’s easily left anyways. hours later kazuya and makoto break into his apartment, and wake him up. ryou’s got an iced coffee with his name on it and shuuzou blinks wearily at the two of them. kazuya tells him that he wasn’t answering his phone, and shuuzou shrugs. “ it’s off. I threw it somewhere in my closet. ” shuuzou reaches for iced coffee, and ryou holds it out of reach so shuuzou is forced to get up and shuuzou scowls at him, as he’s forced to get out of bed and from under the covers. he tells kazuya that he feels like something had happened, that something bad was happening, and ryou looks up at his best friend in concern. ryou – who had read about borderline personality disorder, who had told kazuya about it in bed that evening after shuuzou had left. ( he remembers, briefly, doing the same, when makoto had told him that he was autistic. ryou had told kazuya about that as well. ) ryou shakes their head, “ I’m sure it’s nothing. c’mon there’s a sale going on, and if we don’t show up for lunch, I’m pretty certain og and momoi-chan will kill us. ”

iii. his therapist asks him if he loved makoto and shuuzou shrugs. " no ? " it's more question than statement. part of him has always loved makoto / part of him will always love makoto. she asks if he's certain and shuuzou softly admits a 'no'. he's not certain / he’s never been certain of anything, actually. at one point, makoto had been the center of his universe and shuuzou thinks that's stupid. there is no center of the universe / the universe is infinite; non-rotating. there, logically, can be no center if there is no point that exists within it. there is no center of rotation - unlike a spinning ball on a finger / there is no center of mass because the universe is infinite. the universe is flat; not curved - - there is no center there either / and it is always expanding equally in every direction. there is nothing that exists only in one spot / no supermassive black holes, or super-large nebulas or other foreign objects. there is no center of the universe / and it's stupid that makoto is - was - his. the night before he had a stupid dream that things had worked out for him and he tells his therapist that he had drafted another text to makoto.

[ text, drafted; ako ] I’m sorry about everything. [ text, drafted; ako ] I’m sorry this was the best I could do. [ text; drafted; ako ] I’m sorry I can’t get over it. [ text; drafted; ako ] I’m sorry I still think about you.

his therapist stares at him with dark, concerned gaze and shuuzou feels stupid. he should be over it; he should; he should; he should. she tells him that it's okay to not be over it when makoto had been such a large part of his life and shuuzou wants to laugh. he tells her that he has this feeling that something is wrong / that makoto is getting into trouble and she tells him that he needs to worry about himself for a change and that it's okay to not worry about him.

iv. it's their birthday -- it is ; and shuuzou feels less empty ; more numb than anything. his coworkers throw confetti at him, and he puts on a fake smile nd dusts himself off. " thanks for that, " he says droll to satsuki who giggles. she's pregnant – her and og had told them after christmas, and shuuzou thinks it's funny just how protective aomine and og had gotten over her – she’s just about to have the baby – a girl, she told them, excited. she’s about to go on leave, and shuuzou pats her shoulder. “ lets celebrate you, though ? ” he's taken to regularly drafting texts to makoto - his therapist tells him that he shouldn't but shuuzou thinks it's okay as long as he doesn't reach out.

[ text, drafted; ako ] today's my birthday and i feel sad. [ text, drafted; ako ] when will you be back. [ text, drafted; ako ] i have this feeling you're not taking care of yourself. [ text, drafted; ako ] i still miss you.

she wants him to journal / shuuzou does not have the patience to journal - or the time. he's filled his schedule with so many things that he's not allowed to be sad. kazuya's birthday was three days ago. shuuzou stared blankly at the old pandora group chat that's not been touched in a good year and a half. he rereads old messages; and thinks he might hate tatsuya more than ever for doing what he'd done. kazuya hasn’t mentioned them / but shuuzou is certain he can’t be the only one that miss them. he now stares at himself in the mirror - he thinks he's better / better at pretending that he's better, at the very least. he's tried praying / tried every language he knows to call makoto back --- and nothing works.

v. something's wrong. he doesn't know whats wrong / but something's wrong. he brings it up to his psych - he tells him that his chest is tight and he feels like something has gone wrong; that someone was hurt, that someone was in danger. his therapist ups his meds and shuuzou wants to cry. he's not imagining it - he's not. he tries to tell them ; but they tell him that it's just a mental break and shuuzou shatters glass in his hand / he's jolted into the here / now; and stares at bloody hand and his psychitrast stares at him. shuuzou hates him. shuuzou hates makoto too. shuuzou hates tatsuya the most. he hates that he loved makoto / and it wasn't enough. splitting, his therapist had told him when he was diagnosed, is often caused by an event that makes an person with borderline personality disorder to take an extreme emotional viewpoint. she explained it to him as when a person has difficulties assessing a situtation, / polarizing a view of a person as strictly good / bad. it was his own mind that ruined things / because, shuuzou always ruins things. his heart is heavy / a burden. he wonders when he can think / say makoto’s name without it hurting ? he wonders how he can get rid of it ? it's been ages, and shuuzou still feels stuck. it's been over a year, and shuuzou still feels like he's stuck. kazuya brings up his hand and why it's bandaged, later on, and shuuzou shrugs. " accidently broke some glass. " he sends a tired grin to kazuya, " i'm too old to fight anyone anymore, don't worry. i've left that all in the past. "

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sociieties asked: 5 times tatsuya and makoto hooked up when they shouldn’t have / bad ending.

i. he tried to hook up with makoto in japan / tried; failed. there was just something about the fact that makoto had ruined his career that had made tatsuya look at him differently / something that lit a small fire inside of his stomach and made him want makoto even more. then makoto leaves for america with him / mute, and restless, and tatsuya is a bastard, but he's a selfish bastard. it's shuuzou's fault, anyways, for breaking up with makoto. ( if he wanted him so much / he shouldn't have left him / if he wanted him so much --- ).

makoto crawls into his bed - and it's two am and the only light that comes into his room is the neon light signs from outside and tatsuya looks up at him, half-dazed and half-asleep, and makoto doesn't say anything but he doesn't have too. he doesn't kiss him, but makoto is desperate and tears hit his chest anyways, and tatsuya flips them over, and runs his hands over sides, down to the other's bottom, slipping fingers into pants only to find that makoto isn't wearing any boxers, and tatsuya hums. fingers slip past rim to prep, ( and tatsuya is a bastard, but he is not that much of a bastard to fuck makoto without any sort of prep. ) nails dig into shoulders and tatsuya breathes into the other's shoulders. ( he wonders, if makoto is pretending he's shuuzou / wonders if makoto wishes it was shuuzou touching him instead. tatsuya wishes he was shuuzou. ) makoto is only a fuck -- nothing more. they're not together -- just something for each other to take stress out on. ( makoto is sick, too. tatsuya will probably get sick as well -- as goes his own shitty immune system, but tatsuya doesn't care right now. ) one finger / two fingers / three fingers, until the other is silently opening mouth and pressing closer to him, and tatsuya removes fingers only to replace them with his own condom covered dick. harsh and quick -- because makoto is only a fuck -- nothing more. he's only a body / a body that he wishes was his ex best friend / ex boyfriend / ex -- everything. first love. only love. some one who tatsuya thought would always choose him -- and in the end didn't choose him or makoto. hips lift and hands move to makoto's own and readjusts him, and drives himself deeper in friend's body. ( he'll hate himself later / but tatsuya is selfish. if he can't have shuuzou -- then he'll have who had him last. ) makoto makes a noise -- and tatsuya's pausing in his thrusts to look down at the other, blinking slowly and stupidly / before he's angling himself in the same position only for makoto to whimper and whine, and tatsuya's own lips curl upwards. makoto cums first / and tatsuya's swiping fingers into mess only to shove it into the other's mouth. " suck. " soft, quiet. makoto does, and tatsuya cums shortly afterwards.

ii. tatsuya leaves shortly after that / he's got his own games to play, own things to do, other people that are somewhat important to him. ( not really, but he can pretend all he wants too -- and tatsuya does / he pretends. pretends that it's worth trying to rebuild a career that he no longer really holds any passion for. a part of him -- hates makoto for it. hates him for how he ruined the one thing that tatsuya had -- when makoto had shuuzou. he thinks that space between the two is good -- but the holidays are coming up and all tatsuya can think about is how kazuya use to force shuuzou to accept any type of gift with him and makoto laughing at the two of them. he swallows, and books a plane ticket home -- to where makoto is at and not at all where he wants to go. they're out and about -- walking around and enjoying the lights / he doubts it'll snow. it rarely snows in l.a. anyways, but the lights are pretty and people enjoy the holidays / tatsuya spots an arch with mistletoe hanging and manuevers makoto over that way where he dips to kiss him with a cheeky tradition, only for makoto to laugh; a swirl of pleasure lines his stomach, and they decide to go out to grab some food. tatsuya ends up fucking makoto in a bathroom stall, and both of them pretend they wouldn't rather be somewhere else. tatsuya's hand shifts under makoto's leg, jacking it up, and one hand rests on the other's back as he leans over him; chasing some feeling that doesn't even really mean anything. it's easier to not see makoto's face when they do this. tatsuya bites makoto when the other quietly begs for release. tatsuya likes this - likes seeing makoto unravel in pieces. likes to see him cry more. tatsuya cums with a quiet groan, covered by makoto's sticky skin, and a brief fleeting feeling of concern lingers. a hand comes up to tug makoto's hair, so the other's throat is bared; and tatsuya pauses his own hand movements. " are you sick ? " " wha- what ? " " are you sick ?" " no ? " " hm. " a few flicks of tatsuya's hands, and makoto is releasing into palm, before he's bringing fingers up to lick cum off slowly making eye contact with makoto, before he's tugging condom off, to drop into trash. " fix yourself up. you look flushed. " it turns out makoto was sick, and tatsuya ends up carrying makoto on his back, all the way back to his apartment, as the other's passed out. the fucking bastard.

iii. they're at the mall -- tatsuya, makoto, and one of tatsuya's friends - derek, whose telling him some kind of jokes as they wait on derek's girlfriend to show up. tatsuya's laughing at derek, and makoto jumps on his back and whispers in his ear, and tatsuya's head tilts to the side as he tries to think about what he's done recently for thanks -- that makoto would at the very least know about. ( remembers, how their last fight ended in makoto storming out and going to a friend who tried to fuck him / and makoto had called him in hysterics telling him to come and get him and tatsuya remembers stabbing that friend, quite happily, before he was pulling makoto out of the situation and bringing him home. tatsuya had the other bent over / calling his name repeatedly. tatsuya had recorded it and sent it to him as a fuck you. tatsuya had also passed along his name to some friends, and what happened after that was off of his hands. makoto is thanking him though, and when they get to lunch, tatsuya's hand is under the table, tracing patterns on thigh, before it moves upwards, finger nails trailing over crotch and when he feels erection, he shifts just enough to grab menu with free hand, and pretends he's telling makoto a secret from behind the menu. " if you make a noise, i stop, mako. behave. " finger undoes button, and hand slips inside of pants, so thumb can swirl precum, and slowly stroke the other off. derek is speaking, and tatsuya is leaning in like a cat whose gotten the cream, and makoto is shifting in his seat. he's learned how to touch makoto by now / knows how he prefers to be touched -- and tatsuya likes to tease him / likes to see the fastest way he can get the other off. makoto bites his lip and tatsuya hums, satisfied. he's decided, actually, to not let makoto cum and so when makoto's hips are pushing up into his hands, tatsuya removes them, and pretends to be the perfect picture of innocence. makoto whines, and tatsuya smiles, ever elusive and derek looks between the two of them. tatsuya waves his friends concern off, and luckily kate - his girlfriend is pulling out a chair, to sit. she complains about the weather, and tatsuya, bored with the conversation, goes back to teasing makoto's cock with his hand, but from the outside of the others pants, and when he's bored with that, he stands, and tells derek and kate that he actually has prior arrangements with makoto but they must definitely catch up again, soon, before he's dragging best friend outside and into an alleyway. ( he's lucky that it's dark / but tatsuya doesn't care if it is or it isn't. ) he drops to his knees / and looks up at makoto , tugging pants down, and presses mouth against underwear, where wet spot is, and he hums, before he tugs dick out, and takes it to the base, slow and steady ; until makoto releases into his mouth. tatsuya stands, and kisses makoto, pushing sticky substance into the other's mouth with his own tongue. " swallow. " when makoto does / tatsuya turns him around, and lets his own pants drop the ground, and tatsuya rubs the other's ass, with his own dick, before he's ripping condom open with teeth and putting it on before entering makoto.

iv. they're in a rented car / speeding down the highway without a care; wanting to escape from their lives, and makoto has been teasing him by sucking on a lollipop for hours. he'd finish one, unwrap a second. tatsuya swerves and puts the car in park, before he's pulling makoto onto his lap, and grinds his hips upwards. " makoto, " gruff, and low, " i'm trying to wait until we get to the pool hall before i do anything to you, but you're making it near impossible. " makoto laughs, and grinds downwards, and tatsuya isn't a strong enough man to say no -- not that he wants to say no anyways. hand unfastens belt, and shifts hips to roll shorts down; lifts makoto enough to pull his down as well. car sex isn't great / or easy, but tatsuya makes it work for the two of them. it's messy and quick, and the la heat makes it worse / but tatsuya doesn't care as long as his dick is inside of makoto right now. makoto whines, and gasps / and tatsuya swallows them down because he's greedy and desperate. he cums / and doesn't allow makoto to, before he's pushing the other off of him and back into his seat. " wait. " he tells him / fixing himself, and slipping condom off, uncaring of the mess he's left makoto's ass. he gets back onto the highway / and when makoto goes to touch himself, tatsuya slaps his hand away. " no. " they arrive at the pool house - this specific one is one that tatsuya frequents. it's an hour away from home / but it's tatsuya's favorite. no one knows him here except the owner and tatsuya gets his own little pool room. he brings makoto in, and tells him for every ball that he gets into the hole, that he'll let makoto orgasm. tatsuya takes first position / and he doesn't miss a single ball, so tatsuya grins, and lays makoto out on top of the table, eats his ass, gives him head, and edges him for hours. makoto is a crying, whimpering mess, on top of the table, and he's begging for release and when tatsuya ask if he's been good, makoto says he's been so very good. tatsuya shifts, climbs on top of makoto to sink down on the other's dick, and makoto cums damn near instantly, and he rocks himself back / forth / back / forth, until tatsuya feels his own release coming, and he's climbing up to shove his dick inside of makoto's mouth / face fucking him hard, and the other's tears only add to the sight for when tatsuya finally, finally cums, pulling out, ejaculating onto the other's face. he coos, how pretty makoto looks ruined, snapping a picture of the other / tear stained and cum stained.

v. makoto asks what he's doing and tatsuya brings up the fact that he's texting an old hook up. ( he likes hooking up with makoto / but he's not exclusive with makoto; he's been too exclusive with makoto -- and the best way to stop that is to find another hook up. ) makoto doesn't like it / and they scream at each other. makoto sits on him, and takes his knife, carving makoto's name in tatsuya's chest. tatsuya groans, as knife digs into skin, over and over and his own dick stirs from under makoto / and he rolls hips upwards to meet makoto's that grinds downwards. makoto / makoto / makoto's. hanamiya makoto's. claimed. owned. same fucking shit. he feels chest bloody / and his heart beat and how it accelarates to pump more blood to cover up what he's lost. makoto's name is carved right over his heart, and tatsuya wants to cry in relief. makoto is proud of himself / proud of how knife digs into flesh / blood beads on blade, how he's all but branded tatsuya as his and only his for the world to see. he likes makoto like this / crazy and possessive -- tatsuya too, is crazy and possessive. makoto is crying, tears mixing in with blood on his chest, and tatsuya flips them over to press desperate, hungry kiss into lover's lips, fingers pulling makoto's pj's down; hand curving around his dick, and pumping a few times - but only a few times. tatsuya wants him hard too. other hand moves to grasp knife from lover's hands, and tatsuya climbs on top of him, steadily rocking himself, as fingers dance above collarbone. here. here is the perfect place to put his own name - to brand himself into the other's bones / makes himself as relevant to makoto as makoto is to him. makes it so makoto cannot forget him, as much as he cannot forget makoto. tatsuya / tatsuya / tatsuya's. himuro tatsuya's. claimed. owned. his. the other's chest is bloody from tatsuya's own blood spilling downwards / and makoto's as well. it stands out stark against makoto's skin, and tatsuya leans down, to lick against blood-covered nipple. ( tatsuya is the one with the nipple rings / but he thinks makoto would wear them well. ) tatsuya grinds down on makoto, hand jacking himself off, only to release shortly after he begins to touch himself to see blood mix with cum, and tatsuya whines. he needs to fuck makoto, immediately. he shifts, moves off of him, and pulls the other to him, and fingers smear blood and cum onto his own dick, before he's pulling makoto down on him to base. makoto screams, and tatsuya doesn't stop to make sure the other is okay before he's moving / hips pushing forward / pulling nearly all the way out, before driving himself all the way back in. his own hand moves to makoto's dick, using the same blood/cum combination to stroke the other off, as tatsuya continues his ministrations on makoto's ass, leaning over to sloppily make out with makoto, the other's name on his lips. makoto ends up passing out / and tatsuya continues, chasing after release, until he spills himself inside of makoto, cock staying in place until makoto blearily blinks up at him, when he comes too. tatsuya has marked up makoto since -- bruises littering the other's body / and he's kissing him again, with makoto's name on him / on his lips.

his dick stirs, and tatsuya's head shifts, " don't pass out this time, makoto. you make such pretty noises, " his hips roll, ( he's hard, again ) pushing semen in even further, the noise squelching in the quiet of their nearly shared room. " or i'll just make it to where you can't walk tomorrow and leave you alone to do what you need to do. " hand lifts to trace lips, " do we want that ? " makoto shakes his head, and tatsuya's shoving his fingers into the other's mouth, " tell me what you want, makoto. " the other whines, and tatsuya begins to pull out and makoto starts to cry. " me ? " makoto nods, and tatsuya pushes himself forward again, " good answer, sweetheart. " tatsuya shifts, repeatedly hits the spot that he knows makoto likes, and when makoto releases, tatsuya is cooing praises into the other's ears, " look at you, so pretty for me, so open. doing so good. my good little whore. "

#sociieties #sociieties: makoto #character ⸺ himuro.#verse ⸺ nkru bad ending.#cw: blood play #nsft.#EXTREMELY nsft.#actually lmao.#cw: knife play #read at ur own risk ig

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@peachmuses: " do you ever regret it? " the question feels foreign on tatsuya's tongue. regret choosing to come with him instead of staying / regret choosing him over shuuzou. ( tatsuya knows shuuzou. knew him. he would've come back, tatsuya thinks. he knows it. knows it like the insecurity that tightens around his heart, thorns digging in with each time that makoto calls his name. kazuya had once told him to not break makoto and shuuzou up - and yet. somewhere. he knows if he had just told makoto to wait for shuuzou to calm down --- that they would've been okay. ) " coming to america? " / bad end.

makoto's not paying attention when tatsuya starts speaking, instead mostly in his own world as he skims through some case study on child psychology. ( he knows / knew someone who knew all there was to know about it. every now and then, makoto what happened to all of the papers he'd written after makoto set that man's career on fire. ) gaze flickers from screen to spot tatsuya, expression softening before he pulls his headphone off -- and while he did hear tatsuya speak despite just how loudly he'd been playing his music, he didn't feel like pausing it just to talk. back straightens as tatsuya finishes his thought, leading makoto to closing his laptop.

what are you talking about? he leaves the question unheard, wondering how long tatsuya had been wondering about it.

yes. honest answer. no. equally honest answer.

makoto doesn't really know anymore and he sighs, eyes falling to fingers as they tap the knicks sticker on laptop.

he breathes in, slowly choosing to look back up. if he doesn't, then tatsuya will assume one thing or another and makoto will never say what's on his mind. it's something that he's been working on, no matter how much he hates it. " sometimes. " mostly yes. at least, he used to. head shakes and he continues, breathing out and he hates that there's some memory of shuuzou teaching him how to breathe crossing his mind in the moment. " not so much anymore; i used to regret a lot of things, though. " he won't go into it, if he starts listing off his regrets, he has a feeling he'll never stop. " none of it has anything to do with you, though. i like being here -- with you. "

#there is more to life; ! answered #ha. mak. bad ending . verse #peachmuses #peachmuses: tatsuya #nkru! bad alt.

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@peachmuses: 5tt mako was glad he went w tatsu in Bad Ending.

i. if makoto's emotions are in enough of a mess, his general health tanks. as it goes to stand, a piss poor immune system and being in a new country do not mix. after stepping foot in the states, makoto spent a grand total of three days without catching some illness -- afterwards, he spends a grand total of four months, sixteen days, and five hours being sick. ( first it was a cold / then the flu / pneumonia / some cold or the flu / then bronchitis. he has shit luck. ) when he's no longer sick, it's december. when he's no longer sick, tatsuya returns to him. ( despite the holidays / despite the pr he'd usually be getting / despite the fact that tatsuya should be with his team to play on christmas, tatsuya comes home and spends the rest of the month with makoto. ) makoto asks him why, tatsuya tells him that he'd rather be home. like this, neither of them spend their time alone, but together, like the friends they used to be before the entire shuuzou thing.

in the states / in december, when makoto isn't sick and him and tatsuya aren't arguing about things that no longer matter, makoto finally feels at peace. here and now, drama doesn't exist. kazuya is but a distant memory / what happened with him and that one professor doesn't exist. tatsuya and makoto both pretend that nothing ever happened with shuuzou and that neither of them wish they'd rather be back home with their friends. after chistmas, just past midnight, tatsuya jokingly kisses makoto and when makoto looks at him, tatsuya points towards the mistletoe they'd happen to walk under. tradition, tatsuya explains. makoto laughs so hard he falls into a coughing fit.

had he stayed back home, makoto knows it'd be months, or even years before he could laugh like this. ( he completely ignores how the night ended with tatsuya apparently carrying him back home after he'd passed out from a sudden fever. )

ii. makoto's squirming underneath tatsuya, pinned down to the couch as tatsuya tries force feeding him some old mother's concoction of pain medicine, cough medicine, and soup. it's july and as kazuya and shuuzou's birthdays rolled around, makoto had started complaining about his chest hurting and began coughing, leading tatsuya to believe that makoto had gotten sick again. this was his solution to the problem / only makoto manages to kick tatsuya off of him after struggling violently. the soup falls onto the floor and makoto pulls himself off of the couch, staring down at tatsuya, who's staring up at him like he's lost his mind and makoto slowly shrugs.

" if you're that worried, i'll go to the doctor tomorrow, " makoto explains quietly, hand stretched out to help tatsuya off of the ground.

tatsuya takes his hand and when he's halfway off the ground, he yanks his arm back and pulls makoto onto the ground with him. makoto, betrayed, gasps as he hits the ground / tatsuya smiles and laughs as he wraps arms around makoto. " good, " tatsuya begins, " because if you get me sick, i'm gonna be pissed. "

makoto falls silent, staring at him with wide eyes. " i hate you. "

" sure you do. "

" i hate that you care. " makoto feels like crying. " if i stayed back in ja-- "

" you didn't. you came back with me. i'm gonna care. "

iii. makoto's barely 25 when he starts making an effort to actually go out consistently. the year prior had been wasted, filled with sickness and depression, one returning with a vengeance after he'd managed to fight off the other. a handful of months ago, makoto had graduated from college again, speeding through years worth of material to get himself a doctorate for something he'd never use in the real world just for the sake of not having to find another excuse to stay in america. shortly after that, tatsuya had told him, again, that if he was going to keep living in his house, that makoto would have to at least get a job. makoto refused to work and they argued over it -- it'd gotten so bad that makoto went off to stay with someone he'd considered his friend. that ended terribly and makoto ended up calling tatsuya to come get him.

he's at the mall with tatsuya and some of tatsuya's friends when he sees it, a wall of missing persons posters / within it rests a poster of that one person makoto had gone off to stay with for a few days and when he realizes it, murky gaze shifts from wall to tatsuya, who's walking off while laughing at some joke he missed. there's a warm feeling that settles in his stomach when he makes the effort to catch up, all but throwing himself onto best friend's back, arms lazily snaking around his neck as tatsuya hooks arms underneath his legs without missing a beat. makoto quietly thanks him and when tatsuya asks him what for, makoto changes the subject to what they're all going to eat later -- it'll be his treat.

iv. by the time makoto wakes up, tatsuya's up and on the phone, lingering around the kitchen while makoto's trying to remember why he's on the couch instead of in bed. ( the night prior, the two of them were bingeing murder mystery shows. ) when tatsuya's off the phone, he returns to the couch and opts to stretch out across makoto.

" what was all of that about? " makoto asks, speaking through a yawn.

tatsuya blinks up at him. " atsushi hit my dad with a car. he's dead now. "

" how's it feel to be fatherless? "

the half the day passes before someone realizes that it's valentine's day / they'd gone out for lunch and the general masses remind them. makoto's mutism returns immedately after and when tatsuya notices the energy shift, he takes makoto home. they spend the rest of the day smoking one thing or another before makoto breaks out of his silent spell and admits that valentines day is a triggering day for him. tatsuya asks makoto to be his valentine anyway / makoto thinks about it as if it'd been the hardest question on the planet before saying yes.

v. after the two of them bump into shuuzou's younger siblings, makoto is off, trying to avoid having a panic attack on the spot and tatsuya calms him down. they spend the rest of their time at the beach, where tatsuya enjoys his time sunbathing like the cat he is and makoto sucks down about four mai tais. exactly a week later, shuuzou reaches out to the two of them and thanks them for talking to the twins. makoto looks towards tatsuya / tatsuya looks towards makoto / neither of them really know what to do.

so shuuzou's not mad anymore? shuuzou reached out first, so --

makoto's short lived breakdown is once again warded off by tatsuya's presence and while makoto seriously considers not responding, they both text back. ( tatsuya tells him he's welcome, makoto apologies / the silence that comes afterwards is deafening. )

the wait is horrible, so much so that makoto ends up dumping his phone into the blender just so he doesn't have to worry about it. when tatsuya asks him why, makoto tells him that it's better than waiting to dig up the past. makoto's still stupid and sensitive and he doesn't know how to deal with the silence. tatsuya cheers him up and distracts him for twelve hours straight.

makoto misses the facetime call from shuuzou that comes through his ipad because he's busy having sex with tatsuya again.

#there is more to life; ! answered #ha. mak. bad ending . verse #peachmuses #peachmuses: tatsuya #nkru! bad alt.#❥ x makoya . peachmuses #drabble.

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