[Y/N], a typical, cliche, girl with an oh-so-tragic backstory whose persona you can find in any attempted angst stories written by twelve-year-olds on the internet. ↳𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Stuck in strict poverty, [Y/N]'s parents' arguments are restless and unhinged. Even so, the struggling (almost suicidal) teen living in the stark slums of Tokyo with her eristic parents managed to find solace in two things: her school, and anime. Working multiple part-time jobs every night after school and rushing back home well after midnight to come back home to study stressed the girl in ways she couldn't explain. The additional expectation weighed upon [Y/N]'s shoulders by both her parents and the school didn't help with her deteriorating mental health, but even still, she managed to fight through it. The girl couldn't help but envy the lives that anime characters had to carry. Sure, many of their predicaments were life-threatening and difficult, but no matter their how much their hardships increased, they always managed to fight through it. That was what the girl was truly envious about: their seemingly endless will to fight. It was something that she never had to begin with. So maybe that was why, as she fell from her balcony on a gloomy night, [Y/N] stared at the shooting star that seemed to dance in her vision, the girl couldn't help but wish, "I wish to be born in a better life. A life that I can enjoy. A life that I can never relate with." An impassive scoff escaped her. "Maybe a life in an anime wouldn't be half as bad." 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #10 in bsd out of 3k stories (actually how tf did i-) #3 in bsdxreader out of a 100 something i didnt bother to check LOL # 2 doa out of 258 stories # 24 ada out of 1K stories # 34 readerxvarious out of 3.7K stories # 54 alternate out of 4.8K stories # 67 chuuya out of 1.3K stories #

'She's from another school, you wouldn't know her' Where you are the loving girlfriend of Tanaka Ryūnosuke and where nobody believes that Tanaka is capable of having a girlfriend. (Cover art not mine)

ONGOING (ON HIATUS) ♡ All you wanted was normal, but in a world with abilities, normal is far too unrealistic. ♡ You were unable to tell dream from reality growing up in the slums just outside of Yokohama city, always fighting for your life, numb to the constant suffering all for the right to live another day. During your time there you had known a group of children your age and got by with them in your darkest times; amongst those in the group, a brother and sister you empathized with more than the rest. However, after an incident, while the other children died they both disappeared and you were alone again. You thought you deserved it. Years later, you've found simple work at a tea shop in a small corner in Yokohama, taking impossible shifts to cover your inability to sleep due to your ability which you harbour so much hate for...until you see a face that pulls you back to your past and you make a mistake. You start to believe in the lies and debt of the Port Mafia boss for a simple relief of the part of you you resent the most. Of course, that's not all the keeps you there. Akutagawa. He is familiar, so you can't help but be curious. You both are. Moreover, after a twist of fate, you also become unexpectedly consumed in another's light. Atsushi. He feels safe, and you can't deny the need for it. Stuck in your mind, when both begin to mean different things to you it's chaos inside turned to insomnia; but who will be the one to grant you true peace of mind in the end? ♡ Disclaimer: I don't own bungo stray dogs or any of the characters except for you, and the plot. - this may start off a bit slow. ♡ Trigger Warnings: the usual in anything bsd. - I will be using female pronouns. - I update whenever I can. - SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS - Your ability in this story is lightly inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem "A Dream". ♡ Thank you to Mar (@marster_) for making me this cover.

"Yes," he said in his usual deadpan voice, "now make yourself useful and follow me." (Levi chooses to hide behind his image of authority, and the gleam of the blades speak louder than he.) ~ "I. . .I don't know myself, (F/N). . .there's just something about you." (The moonlight coaxes the sentiment that's been dwelling inside of Levi, growing only, and the tips of his fingers and the beats of his heart all curl, praying this is something Levi doesn't come to regret.) ~ Levi laughs. "Right." (Expressing his sentiment has come as easy as breathing, as batting his eyelashes; he's glad he feels the warmth of something that isn't the impermanence of a Titan's shed blood, he's glad he's able to grasp something that isn't the suffocation of his turmoil. ) Love is strange, love is new, but Levi supposes many things are made in that fashion.

La Vie en Rose translates from French; meaning "Life in Pink". You grew up in a very wealthy family. You were happy; but it wasn't because of the material things. You were happy because of the people around you. For that, you claimed that this is La Vie en Rose; but because of one normal night, everything changed. You weren't truly happy anymore. But then you met him. Can you finally call this La Vie en Rose again? COMPLETED ON: 2018/02/03 #750 in FANFICTION (May 27, 2017) #481 in FANFICTION (February 2, 2018) Note: This story is written in the First Person's PoV. Song Inspiration (November 2016): La Vie en Rose - Louis Armstrong ver.

7 billion people. Only 7 will marry them. Let the games begin. WARNING! ✔ cussing ✔ brief descriptions of violence

This is going to hurt. You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital. Or, the fanfiction Korean drama you never knew you needed.

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳 "𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨." 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩... * 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦

you know, just the cliche message story