#first ff

Bradley Preston x Accountant!Reader

Summary: Rumors have been circulating around the office that you’ve been speaking badly of Bradley Preston, your boss (which is true). He recently found out about it and asked you to meet him in his office, and things take a turn.

word count: 1,409

smut

warnings, tags & ff below !!

٭✧☆"Let me comfort you..."☆✧٭

Michael Kaiser x f!reader a/n: sorry for taking so long to respond diva ˙◠˙ lowkey proud asf abt this ALSO im american so i call it soccer but if youre anything but american and call it football just know thats what i mean when i say soccer also isnt 100% canonically accurate (he's less of an egotist) dont be afraid to give criticism or feedback this is my first ff ever lol...

Word count: 475

Michael Kaiser is upset due to a bad game, and you comfort him until he falls asleep.

BANG!

The front door slams open as Michael stomps in, throwing his bag on the floor. As he trudges over to the refrigerator to grab a Cola, you step carefully behind him, a concerned look on your face. He spins around and flinches when he sees you looking up at him.

Softly.

Gently.

With love he was still getting used to.

You peered at him as you slowly wrap your arms around his waist, still sweaty from the long game. You weren't able to watch the game in person due to conflicting work hours, but you had it playing on the TV in the restaurant you served at. It truly was a bad game. Michael had missed three goals, while the other team scored two. Bastard München had lost, 0-2.

"Let go of me," Michael muttered, vaguely trying to pry your arms from his abdomen, though it felt like he was attempting to get you to hold tighter.

"No thanks Micha," you responded, leading him to the couch to lay. You expected him to resist, but he followed along like a lost puppy.

"Let me comfort you... I hope you know that just because one bad game happened doesn't mean you are bad at soccer, okay?" You held Michael into your body, back against the cushion, legs on either side of his, with him laying on your stomach, arms wrapped around you.

"It's so fuckin' stupid... I could have made those goals but their goalie kept catching the ball, tch," Michael groaned into the sofa, his face blatantly angered, yet numb.

"It's just... I don't even know... I'm mainly pissed at myself, I guess. I know I have the skill to beat that team. They weren't even that good." He continued rolling his eyes, pausing to hesitate on whether he should speak his mind.

"But we're... I'm going to improve. We're going to play them again, and we will beat them. We will beat them" He stated aloud, repeating the words as if to concrete his confidence that they'll win in the end.

"Mein schatz... You'll watch the game when we win, right? In person, and you'll give me a kiss for every goal I score too," Michael whispered, meeting your gaze.

The look of longing he had in his eyes was surprising. He never let his guard down, never letting his pride drop.

"Of course Micha. Of course. I will always be there for you, in person or not. And one loss doesn't mean you will always lose. You have to experience it to feel the dedication to finding new ways to win, my love. Now rest," You planted a kiss on his forehead, feeling his muscles relax as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

A/N : So this is the first time im posting a ff on here ! I'm all for opinions and constructive criticism , so feel free to share them :) I'm planning to post this in chapters since i am not able to produce the whole thing right now.

The chapter names are from songs that i feel are fitting to each chapter. In no way are the names reflecting the content in each chapter .

- Summary : San let his guard down once, and it cost him everything. Now, he’s built his walls higher than ever. Living with the weight of his past. But when a kind hearted florist enters his life, his carefully guarded world starts to crack. He swears he won’t make the same mistake twice; but some things are impossible to resist.

- Pairing: Mafia! san x reader,

- Tags/ Warnings : Angst, Slow burn, San gets traumatized, Female mc, Wooyoung and the rest of ateez brief mention, San is forced to move on after loosing his first love , Mafia au, San is lowkey a douchebag at times , Major character death

Chapter 1: No surprises

Chapter 1.5: Fourth of july

Chapter 2: Wildflower

Chapter 2.5: Blue

Chapter 3: Y si fuera ella

Chapter 4: So beautiful

Daryl is on his watch and you decided to join him. After a few words from you and a few grunts from him, you started to just think out loud..

Y/n: "you know what I miss? Little things. It's gonna sound stupid, but ... Lip balms. The ones that smelled and tasted like fruit or vanilla or candy" you said, watching the night sky above you. You continued, bittersweet smile on your face: "they never worked anyway, but ..yeah. Or a nail polish. " Your eyes widened a little. "Gosh... Nail polish with a bunch of glitter. I miss having colorful nails.. now it's just... Blood and dirt and ... Who knows what. "

Daryl: ....

Y/n : "I just... It's the little things, that ..."

Daryl: "Made ya' life b'fore? "

Y/n: you nodded, your smile fading "Yeah .. I guess ... "

...

TWO DAYS LATER:

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: non-idol!Heeseung x fem!reader

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: You and Heeseung were once best friends, but you needed to move away. One day You decided to surprise him. ( it's not a romantic ff just bestfriends reuniting )

𝑨/𝑵: This is my first time ever writing a full ff and yes I know its not rlly good, I also apologise for my bad English i only learn it at school, so im really sorry if my sentences dont make much sense or i write something wrong. But I still hope you like it!

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You and Heeseung were best friends yes were because you moved from Korea to Japan to study there. It was really sad for both of you. Now it's almost 2 years ago since you guys saw each other. And you wanted to surprise him.

So one day on a Friday you decided to surprise your once best friend. You planed everything and booked a hotel near his house.

When you arrived in your hotel you fell onto your bed tired and exhausted.

It was almost 11 pm and you were so tired you fell asleep on the comfortable bed.

The next day the bright sunlight woke you up it was 9 am normally you would stand up much earlier but you were just so exhausted yesterday so you decided to sleep longer. You got out of bed and got ready.

You were really excited to surprise him. You guys chatted every day but you didn't tell him you'll come to surprise him obviously cause it's meant to be a surprise.

With a pounding heart you walked out of the hotel. His house was only a few minutes away. You arrived in front of his house. You took a deep breath befor knocking on the door.

A few seconds later A man opened the door. It was Heeseung.

"May I help you miss?" He asked in a firm tone.

"It's me Y/N." You said a hint of nervousness in your voice.

His eyes widened "Now way!"

He hugged you tight so tight he almost stopped you from breathing.

"I missed you so much." He said his voice calm.

"I missed you too." You replied.

He pulled back still holding you in his arms. His gaze soft "I can't believe this," He said while smiling.

You chuckled "Surprise!" you said still excited.

Heeseung shook his head, a hand running through his messy hair "You... you're really here. After two years."

He stepped aside, there is still a smile on his face "Come in!"

You stepped inside. As you took of your shoes Heeseung watched you while he was leaning against the wall.

"You've changed. But at the same time you're exactly the same."

You raised an eyebrow "Changed how?"

He shrugged, walking over to sit on the couch patting the place next to him. "I don't know. It's hard to explain. Maybe it's just the fact that it's been so long. But..." He paused his eyes locked with yours "I feel like I missed out on a lot."

You sat down beside him. He was right so much had happened but here you were, sitting next to him like no time had passed.

"Yeah," you said "I feel the same. But... we're here now. That's what matters right?"

Heeseung nodded slowly "Yeah you're right."

For a moment the room was filled in silence but then Heeseung stood up " I need to show you something!"

You stood up too "Sure show me."

Hope someone like it :) I'd love to hear some feedback :)

...Almost forgot: Triggerwarning :

Don't read if you have problems with su**** thoughts or with soldier /war or trauma/ tourge (Not in this capter but coming)

King of the North,

Chapter 1/?

How could he ever have told anyone what he had done?

Of course, he could hide behind the fact that he had been forced, that his spirit had been broken before.But what would that change about the things he had done with his own hands?

Nothing would change the cruelty and the suffering.

What would they all think of him?

Would they feel pity?

Would the disgust be greater than their affection for him?

Shakily, the slender fingers of the eldest of the Stark sons brought the cigarette to his lips, where he sucked in the deadly nicotine deeply, trying to feel the relaxing effect with his eyes closed... closing his eyes, even now when he was not asleep, had become one of the hardest things to do in his life. Slowly the feeling of confinement and stench came back up in him and Robb opened his eyelids quickly, accepting the burning of the smoke rather than the images that forced themselves upon him each time.

He leaned against the cold stone wall at his back, his eyes fixed on the silence of the night ahead. The hotel he was in, and especially from the balcony he was standing on, had a beautiful view as it was higher than the city itself. The tangle of buildings where he had grown up, played with friends, gone to school, met Theon and had countless adventures with him, they had become the best of friends, even today... and they probably always would be.

Robb had always believed he would live here forever. Like his parents growing old here - watching his siblings grow up - he was sure Sansa would move away, away from here and to the sea... to where it was sunnier in so many ways.

Likewise Arja - she wanted to see the world, always had, and he knew she would - perhaps she would follow John before finding her own ways?

His youngest brothers had their whole lives ahead of them and everything was open to them.... it was far too early to worry about what path they would take here - he just knew they would have a good life and do what was right for them.

His parents would probably live here until the end - content, happy and in well-deserved peace.

Robb was sorry that he had disappointed his father so much, as he had chosen his path, followed in his footsteps and joined the military. But he had come back injured, so vitaly he was not the same and could never be again. He wished there was another way, a way back, but there wasn't and after much thought, he had found the best way forward he could do.

They would all cope - even Theon Grejoy, even he would be able to cope and continue on the path he had begun to go down a while ago - he had the strength to stand his ground and not give up the fight and face the demons....

A smirk flitted across the young man's lips - who would have thought that one day he would be envious of Theon? Of his strength and how he could cope with all the suffering....

Robb thought of the room behind him, which lay in darkness - Of the small bag he had come with, the towels from home he had taken out of the bag and spread on the bed - Of the letters to his family and friends he had long since written, which now lay on the small table in the room. Each envelope bore a name. Then he thought of the cold iron lying on the bed,... the cartridge lying next to it, waiting for him to insert it and the cool barrel he would soon taste...

The brunette with the short curls would not rush. He would savour the moment to the fullest, after all, it was the very last time he would have a view. He was all the more grateful that it was so wonderful - shown in such peace and thus it immediately felt much lighter, more liberating in a strange way, as if the world wanted to say 'goodbye' to him... especially because he knew the moment had come to relive it all again, to finish it then. Stark knew he had to let it go once more, to see every second again, to feel it, and then finally find peace for himself....

The last time he pulled on his cigarette felt heavy and final. To him, it was such a momentous act in this situation - but to the rest of the world, it didn't matter at all, even if someone saw him now, that someone didn't know what it meant. Robb stubbed out the cigarette on the metal railing of the balcony, pushing himself off the wall.

He dropped the cigarette butt into the bin next to the balcony door inside the hotel room as he walked in now. A thousand times he had gone over the scene in his head, but it was different now to actually do it, to actually be here - it felt very different from his imagination.

The sparse light from outside played around the outlines of the standardised room furnishings, helping him find his way inside. His eyes fell on the reflection of the gun on the bed. But his path led him first to the small desk on the opposite wall to bed. His fingers slid over the envelopes that lay there as he reread the curved writings to see that everyone really was there - Caytleyn, Ned, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, John and Theon. Of course he knew more people, but there weren't any more he wanted to say anything to, or rather leave anything for them...

Then he turned around to the bed. He moved to the side, sat on the edge so that he could continue to see the night and the clear sky out of the wide window.

His breathing was slow and little by little he closed his eyes now, letting the memories take over as he sat very still on the unused bed....

The soldier felt the warmth of his memory begin to reach him, the heat of the sun of that time. He could feel the wind, which did not cool but stirred up the sand around him and his squad each time - Robb could taste the sand - he heard his name, spun around and the next moment there was a loud bang and he fell, stumbling over one of his comrades who had been thrown at his feet by the nearby explosion...

18+

Y/N is sick of her parents ruling her life. She's 18. And STILL a virgin. And guess why. You guessed it. Her parents. One day, she needs a guy. He's a bad boy, she's a good girl on the outside, but on the inside, she's got some real dirt. He helps her reveal it. In his 'special' way. She resists at first, but he finds a way.

BTS ff. Who will it be?

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