Makoto x Reader - No Plan B (oneshot)It was the finals. You and the boys on the team had worked hard to get here. And now it was the final showdown. Everyone but you had been knocked out the individual events back at nationals, but somehow they were in the final showdown for the relay. You were in the final showdown for the women’s freestyle, representing Iwatobi High School. You had tried to represent the school in every style, but you were just in freestyle now.Now you stood in the change rooms in your one piece swimsuit, putting your goggles on your head, leaving them on your forehead. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling the nerves bundle up in your stomach. You felt like you wanted to be sick, you were that nervous. It all came down to this, you either went home with the trophy or you didn’t. The boys were just as nervous, no doubt. You gently slapped your cheeks in your hands, closing your eyes. Don’t imagine the crowd, don’t imagine the other swimmers, just swim like you always do.
Osananajimi 5 (Tachibana Makoto x Reader)"[Y/N]? [Yoooour Naaaaame]?" you blinked, looking up automatically following where the voice had come from. Your [e/c] orbs met with shimmering leaf coloured eyes of a man that drooped down so gently and perfectly. Light brown hair swayed just above it, mesmerizing you. You could hear your heart beating from all over your body, the tip of your nose and cheeks burning from where his breath had been for a moment. Makoto also blushed from the short distance between the two of you, and immediately backed away. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to get that close to you, it's just that you were standing there silent and-" "Leave me out of this lover's reunion flirting and whatnot. Do it when I'm not here," stated Haru bluntly. Your eyelashes flapped rapidly at his comment."H-Haru!" Makoto yelped. "You know we're not like that!" you nodded bitterly, although not knowing why there was another ache in your heart. Unconsciously, a question popped into your
Seven Minutes in Hevaen (Ichinose Tokiya)Seven Minutes in Hevaen(Ichinose Tokiya)Author's Bote: I decided on Tokiya cuz I've been listening to "Independence" too much and it's making me crazy.*A* Listen to it, it'll...make you fan girl in some way.Ichinose Tokiya"I wonder who you're going to get,________________!" said Syo."Yeah, I'm curious too," said Ren."SHUT UP. Give me the basket already," you said.Ren handed you the basket and you put your hand in. YOU REALLY HOPED IT WASN'T A GUY YOU DIDN'T LIKE. You shut your eyes and slowly pulled out a neatly folded strip of paper. You looked at it, and hoped for the best. You opened it slowly, but not too slow that it's taking like, forever.".......Ichinose Tokiya......," you read the neat, purple writing nervously.WHAT LUCK!!! YOU REALLY WANTED TOKIYA!!! You tried not to smile too happily that someone would notice."....Eh...? Me........?" said the confused Tokiya."Yes, you, Ichi," said Ren."It's not going to be THAT bad, Toki! ________________ is a good girl~!" said Rei
America x Reader x Canada | Dance Dance RevolutionAmerica x Reader x Canada | Dance Dance Revolution (revised)Your POV You impatiently tapped your pencil's eraser on your desk, making a soft thumping sound. You and about half the class were staring at the clock hanging on the bleach colored wall over the teacher, waiting for the loud, shrill bell to ring. Your tapping quickens slightly. It’s Friday, and who doesn’t want it all to be over for 2 days? Some of the kids who synced their watches with the bell schedule started silently counting down the seconds. You read their lips and joined in. Five, you finally stopped tapping your pencil. Four “Oh and class,” The teacher starts. Three “You can get extra credit if you…” You just zone out your teacher in your impatience. Two You grip the strap of your backpack tightly, to sling it over your shoulder at a moment's notice. One! You bolt out of the room, joini
Fancy [Drunk!America X Reader]Riiing! Riiing! Riiiiiing!You groggily sat up in your bed. Your (eye color) eyes darted from the house phone to your digital clock.Who the fuck is calling me at 1:27 am?!Before the phone could reach its final ring, you picked it up rather hastily. Unfortunately for you, you didn't have caller ID so you couldn't chew out the dirty bastard that's calling you."Hello?" you asked, using your free hand to rub the sleep out of your eyes."Aye, is this Miss (Name) (Last Name)?" an unfamiliar voice boomed. You winced at the man's voice."Uh, yeah. Who's this?" You heard the faint noise of glass breaking in the noisy background. The man growled a string of curses before yelling, "Ye'll be payin' for that ye dirty bastard!"You whimpered as his voice exploded again."Sorry 'bout that lass. Anyways, I'm Mr. O'Charley, owner of the O'Charley Pub down on Main. I've got a rowdy lad down here by the name of Alfred Jones, y'know him? Because he sure as hell has been