✎ finished ↠ a bully phanfiction;
bullied by not only the biggest arsehole in the school, but the principle's son - phil lester.
in which - two boys have constant rivalry against one another. only because of this one carved sentence.
"you really like your neck kissed don't you, howell?"
he leans down and places his thumb on my chin, "don't you." he smirks.
"yes." i fall.
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WARNINGS: yes, a bully fanfic, has good ending ;), very cliché but enjoy, fluff, minor smut, angsty = homophobia, bullying dur - nothing severe.
my opinion on the book; it was one of the first book i properly looked into, and continued along the story with. however, the storyline was a little sloppy and dragged a little in the middle since i didn't know what to do with it.
it's not like i dislike the book. i like it since it was a first where i felt proud to finish it, rather than a relief of rushing it since i didn't like it.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.