-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Entry 2]-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Entry 2] by tiedye-hippie
After long anticipation of finding a place to sit, the alley way lead then to a small park down the street it opened up too. Gently guiding her by her elbow, she fought as hard as she could from him not to. She hated when people had to change their ways for her. But what did that mean? He was always caring no matter what. Always wanted to take care of her. It was something he just did, right? Always something he did. She reassured herself. She coughed as he came to a bench and sat her down. She covered her mouth with her hand and fought back the tears. She could feel his smiles on her cheeks and she couldn’t get why he was so happy. Or how could she. She hadn’t felt happiness since the day she left. Or the day her father- it was fine now. All fine. But how could it ever be?
Makoto broke the long silence she was forcing herself to keep or that’s what he thought. He thought she was going to be sick some more so she couldn’t speak, or was the fact of seeing
-Four Thousand Trains- MakotoxReader [Entry 1]-Four Thousand Trains- MakotoxReader [Entry 1] by tiedye-hippie
Dreams. They’re something that feed into the nonsense of fantasy. Because you dream. You dream so hard and you wish constantly of what you want but yet the thing you want, won’t happen because you’re wishing and hoping so hard. So then you try to wish for the opposite so the real wish you want will happen. But then everything falls apart because you couldn’t possibly think of the real outcome. The outcome of reality. The one that rips you in part because you came to believe that you were happy with the bad and you were happy with the one you really wanted to happen. But of course reality comes to slap you in the face, telling you that you’re a silly girl and that you should never dream. You should never hope. You should never love. Because dreams don’t come true.
Hi! I’m [Name] Natakana. Now I hardly can say this is going to become some formality that I will use upon leisure but I was told that expressing these things I have would be best in
-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Prologue]-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Prologue] by tiedye-hippie
The summer wind crept in through the hot lit rays of the sun, which was taken by the seas arms from down below. It blew on the melting earth like a breath of cool bland whispers. Laughter and the sound of the drying sheets on their designated lines swayed with the wind that pushed them. There was nothing here but the subtle happiness of children playing and a content mother pressing the everyday needs of the house.
“Be careful you two,” the mother voice was solemnly chill just like the breeze that continued to be pushed from the sea. “You don’t want the cloth to get dirty again.”
But the children that played with hearts that were leapt from fantasy, did not hear her. They ran and tagged each other under, threw and around the memorizing whiteness.
“You’re never going to catch me!” the girl squealed as she skipped across the lawn but a hand grabbed her wrist so suddenly her play was jolted to a stop. She turned with a loud giggle.
Netherlands x Reader: Bad HabitsTimNetherlands x Reader: Bad Habits by InsanityVixen
“You should quit you know.”
As per usual, the only response you received was a noncommittal grunt, accompanied by another exhalation of wispy smoke as Tim held the cancer-stick between his lips. You sighed, resigning yourself to yet another failed attempt at convincing your friend to quit his bad habit. The was a time where you would have tried pleading with the older male, begging even, but after several years it had finally sunk in that such tactics were ineffective.
Tim was a family friend, one who had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. When you were younger he was the big brother you’d never had; now, almost twenty years down the line, his place in your heart was far more exclusive. Of course, being six years your senior as well as your constant companion since he was eight, the blond man still viewed you as little more than a child.
This addiction of his had started in his mid-teens, a fact he’d sworn you to secrecy on after