The material pools around my ankles, and I feel a pair of warm hands grip the flesh on my hips.
And I jump.
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Reine knows she is a badass. She knows she is talented, she knows she is beautiful, and she knows she is a force to be reckoned with. She is fully aware of her potential.
Well, rather, she used to know.
Now, she can't seem to figure herself out.
And the oceanfront's newest heartthrob seems completely set on doing so.
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a story of one girl's process of recovering from anxiety and depression, personal growth, sexual expression, and a bit of harry styles thrown in the mix.
DISCLAIMER: I am fully aware that anxiety, depression, and other mental health issues manifest and are reflected in different ways for different people. That being said, this story is just ONE person's perspective and experience. Everyone struggles, copes, and processes at their own pace, and this story is not intended to offend or insult anyone who may be struggling with the same or similar issues.
"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.