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Anything But“Hi, how are you?”Anything But by Ravens-of-Rome
I’m angry—mostly with myself.
I’m in pain—a dull, burdensome ache that weighs me down.
I’m terrified—I need help.
How am I?
Horrible, terrible, awful, anything but. . .
“. . .Okay.”
MakotoxReader - AdviceMakotoxReader - Advice by Ravens-of-Rome
“_____, can I ask you for some advice?”
_____ looked up from her textbook and blinked at her friend, a bit surprised at his request. “Sure, Makoto. What do you need?”
Makoto lowered his head, his eyes focusing on a glass of water on the coffee table. “Well,” he started, unsure, “there’s a girl I like—”
“No way!” _____ interjected, staring at the boy in shock. She grinned and slapped him on the back. “Let me guess. You want to know how to tell her, right?”
Makoto scratched the side of his head and smiled nervously. “Yeah. Do you have a good way to tell her?”
“Oh, definitely.” _____ sat on her legs and put her hands on her hips, facing Makoto directly. “First of all, you can’t just approach her and ask. You’ve gotta sit her down and look her straight in the eye. Okay?”
Following _____’s instructions, Makoto turned his body to face her. “R-Right.&
MotherI stirred around a bit,Mother by Ravens-of-Rome
Now suddenly I'm here,
Is this your womb, Mother?
I know—I feel you near.
It's nice to be here, Mother,
But it sure is dark inside,
I can't wait to leave this place,
This place where I now hide.
I'm excited to meet you, Mother,
Though you seem really sad,
Now you're angry, Mother,
Did I do something bad?
What is this place now, Mother?
These tools in your womb—what are these?
They hurt me, pull me apart,
Mother, help me, please!
Mother, I'm alright now,
I am safe from harm,
You don't have to worry, Mother,
I'm in Jesus's arms.
Though I am safe now, Mother,
And His love fills me with glee,
I still don't understand,
Why you would do that to me.
Fear- (Makoto x Reader)Fear- (Makoto x Reader) by espressocakes
I admit I was afraid to love. Not just love, but to love her.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Cheek resting adorably against the desk, your eyes peer keenly up to Makoto’s lovely emerald ones. He fidgets and clears his throat accordingly after falling upon the realization that only the two of you were left in the vacant classroom. Nagisa stole Haru for “an important mission” therefore leaving a fretful Makoto on his own.
But what was Makaoto supposed to say? That he was ruminating upon the striking gleam of your orbs? That he was musing over the charming smile that often painted your lips? That he was daydreaming about the rings of laughter that bubbled from your throat, and the seemingly sil
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