The one who makes him happy. (Kylo Ren X Reader)More Like This
(There is a small spoiler so read at your own risk)
It’d has been about 15 years since Ren left his parents and changed his name to Kylo Ren. You two have been friends since birth and become closer when you two were in your early teens. He had asked you when he left if you would go with him, even though you didn’t like how the dark side was making him change. You agreed, but told his mother Leia you’d keep an eye on him and just make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
But for the past 15 years you stayed by his side, helping him when he his temper flared up and just kept him company. You always kept him calm, and keep the small bit of light side left in him. But not everyone liked you. Hux being the one that disliked you. He would always tell Kylo that you were a distraction and that all his mistakes were because of you. Which would cause Kylo to get upset and like usual he would bottle it up.
This is what happened one day, you were walking aroun
shizuo x reader [throat]More Like This
You had always been a singer. You loved any and all music, and you were always humming or whistling or playing some sort of instrument, if not singing.
That habit of yours, actually, is what brought you and Shizuo Heiwajima together.
He heard your strong. rich voice from a block over and decided to check it out. The moment he saw you, his face went red as a beet; you stopped singing to greet him and all he could do was splutter in embarrassment.
Essentially, one thing led to another, and you two became a couple. Your one year anniversary of being together had actually just passed a few weeks ago.
You both had your own jobs and respective lives, but you shared a little apartment together, you looked out for each other, and you were pretty sure you could say without hesitation now that this was about what love felt like.
Now, Shizuo did not ask much of you. He wasn't the kind of man to ask much of anyone, really. But
Canada x Reader - Real?Schizophrenia, the reason why your parents thought you had no friends. Whenever you spoke at the dinner table with your friends, you saw your parents worried about it, but you never understood why.More Like This
You also never understood what "schizophrenia" meant. No. You did not want to understand. Once a week, a nice man always came to your house. You had the feeling that he was the only one that would understand and accepted your friends.
It was Saturday afternoon, at 3pm. The doorbell rang. You sat in your room and drew a picture of your friend Michael. He was not a man.
He looked like a jumbled black figure with a white face. He always smiled.
Even when your parents saw a picture of him, they thought it was just a drawing any eleven year old would draw. You were artistically talented and it had given you so much trouble.
There was a knock at the door.
"(Name)? It's me! May I come in? " said a familiar voice, an