Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy X Reader II Ch. 26 Of 27: Clich

Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Ch. 26 of 27: Cliché

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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A/N: I will post Chapter 27 immediately afterwards, so be sure not to miss it! <3

Words: 3.6k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, post-war Warnings: none

“Wait, please!”

Draco’s heart stopped. He stumbled over his own words, the vow hanging unfinished in the air. He knew who called out for him before he saw your face. He’d recognize your voice even if he was deaf, the sound of it resonating within him.

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A bitch just wants to find anything that's poly that has nothing to do with threesomes or smut and that is an actual relationship.

Do I update iycho? I really don’t want to get hate again

Warnings: atsumu and the reader just banged but really just feelings

He was not in love.

Atsumu had never intended for this to happen. You were just fun, that was what you two had agreed. It was mostly to not make it uncomfortable, with you being MSBY’s manager it’s not exactly like a relationship would be completely looked over. There were so many complication that came with you two dating. Not that he wanted to. Atsumu Miya was not in love and he certainly was not in love with his manager/long term friends with benefits.

Right?

He looked over at you. Your bare back and shoulder were visibly from where the duvet was slung low on his hips. The fabric pulled down just enough for him to see the light sheen of sweat on your skin in the light of the moon. Flashbacks of you writhing =, whining and moaning flashed through his brain but he could only focus on your face. The way your eyes looked so pure and admiration-filled whenever you stared at him. Whether it was in bed or on the court, you held an affection for him that even he could tell most people didn’t.

It didn’t matter though. Because Atsumu was not in love. He totally wasn’t staring at your form under the sheets. Not even in a round 2 sort of way but in a way where he took notice of all the dips and curves and edges that were half hidden by the thin blanket. The curves of your waist only brought thoughts of him holding you, arms bringing you closer to him. Thoughts of waking up and you had actually stayed the night. Thoughts of waking up and making you breakfast in bed. Thoughts that he should not be having.

You turned over. Sleepily, you blinked up and the, now rather pale, man. Quirking an eyebrow, you yawned slightly before sending shivers down his spine with your voice.

“What’s wrong ‘Tsum?”

His heart fluttered. Not that he would ever admit that.

“Nothing y/n” he muttered, pulling you closer, “nothing at all”

Me: listens to sex by Eden once Also me: fwb tsumu

hello everyone,

please be careful on april 24th. either stay home, or have someone with you, be armed and ready to defend yourselves.

some pussy and his friends spread the word about april 24th, creating a ‘national’ holiday called ‘national r*pe day’. i’ve seen a lot of women post about it on tiktok, but i haven’t seen any post on tumblr.

stay safe, i love you all so much and i hope those people fucking rot in hell for that shit.

I hate you so much for this but it's so gOOd

Why you gotta do me dirty like that 🥲

Tw - death, violence, battles, Bo fucking dies, grieving, based off of the battle scene in the Witcher

Across the battle field you saw him, Bokuto. This was how you had first met him. As the reigning monarch of the country you were introduced to the heads of your navy. Bokuto had been a little to eccentric for your taste. Very on the nose and inappropriate at times. Not to mention the flirting he seemed to do with everyone he got his hands on yet managed to seem so innocent in the meanwhile. His eyes were what won you over. Like molten gold he always said. That gaze and the fact you realised his supposed facade was very genuine. The grey haired man had chipped away at your walls and you found yourself falling rather quickly.

Which is what led you here. The man you loved, your husband as of a year ago, was staring at you across the battlefield. Fear must have been evident on your face because he ran over to cup it. Armour was cold against your dirt-clad face. His eyes were so captivating, making you feel like you were the only people on this battlefield of thousands.

“You’re stronger than this my love.” He yelled over the noises of the fighting, “we can do this. You can do this.”

You nodded, watching as he walked in the opposite direction. He turned to look at you with a smile.

The last you would see from him.

The arrow came in slow motion. You felt a deep pit form in your gut, stealing your breath as well as your remaining happiness. He didn’t look away from you while it came towards him. Maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he did and wanted you to be the last thing he saw. A slate grey point embedded itself in his eye. Piercing through the sight that had once brought you joy. As his body hit the ground, as did you.

The hollowness of your stomach bubbled up with despair, raw and heartbroken despair. The man you loved hit the ground in a slump. The body so full of life now lay in a heap in front of you. A scream thundered down your throat, echoing over the sounds of clashing swords and war cries. The sound of anguish was more powerful than the sound of war. So often is it that the sound of pain overcame the sound of the cause. Anguish and pure pain streamed out of your mouth, overflowing from you and cascading down the backs of the men around you. Little care came from you though, your eyes still fixated on clouded gold.

You knew he wanted to die a heroic death. It’s what he deserved after all, being the man he was.

But not like this, never like this.