#fic teaser: vegas lights

[ktownshizzle]

Masterlist

My name is K and this is the byproduct of my Min Yoongi and Bangtan Sonyeondan brainrot.

Please remember all stories herein are purely fiction. I do not claim to know BTS irl. I put warnings in every chapter. Please be guided by them, so you can have an enjoyable reading experience. I do not have an upload schedule. I will turn on my requests soon, but for now please enjoy my ongoing and completed stories below.

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Wild & Free

Status: Completed Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Everybody says they want to marry Min Yoongi. But what if he only wants to say 'yes' to you. Alternatively: While on the last leg of their PTD tour, Yoongi discovers there was such a thing as drive-thru weddings in Las Vegas - spontaneous, wild, exciting - something his pretty little brain can't seem to process having lived the last decade of his life planned to perfection by his management team, which includes you. When he goes down a rabbit hole of Youtube videos about The Little White Wedding Chapel (Omo! Michael Jordan got married there!), he starts getting all sorts of ideas - all of it starring him and you. Genre: Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Childhood friends to lovers, Idol!au, Coworkers to lovers (reader is a HYBE employee)

Terms & Conditions

Status: Ongoing ⋆.˚ Series Masterlist ⋆.˚ Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 Teaser | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service should’ve been simple. He is quiet, punctual—and can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. You’ve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so you’re supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to? Genre: Fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au

Love & Lullabies

Status: Ongoing ⋆.˚ Series Masterlist ⋆.˚ Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 Teaser | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5

Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.) Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (tbd), idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

Friends & Fools

Status: Completed Click here

Summary: You and Yoongi have always been just friends—inseparable since childhood, roommates in the city, partners in navigating life’s chaos. At your high school reunion, the questions start: Are you two finally together? Uh, no. But as the night goes on, and Yoongi looks at you like that, hmm—has everyone else seen something you’ve been too scared to admit? Genre: Fluff, Suggestive, non-idol!au, best friends & roommates to lovers

A Christmas Encore {Holiday Fic}

Status: Pending Part One | Part Two

Summary: You never thought you’d see Min Yoongi again, not in this lifetime, not in this place. He left years ago with big dreams and bigger talent, trading snow-covered Seollim Hollow for the city lights of Seoul. But now, with the cultural center—the heart of your hometown—on the verge of being sold to a soulless corporation, you’ll do anything to save it. When Yoongi appears on your doorstep, it feels like a miracle wrapped in regret. But as the two of you work together to save the center, old promises resurface, along with feelings you thought you’d left behind. Can you trust someone who was never meant to stay? Or will you just get hurt again? Genre: Childhood Friends to Kinda Lovers to Kinda Strangers to Friends to Lovers (WHAT?! Yeah I got dizzy too) Second chances basically, Fluff, Smut, Mild Angst, Very Hallmark

Let Me Love You {Song fic Drabble}

Status: Pending Click here for the Preview

Sweet & Spicy

Status: Completed Read here

Summary: Turns out some cravings are just so hard to ignore. Genre: Fluffy fluff, idol!au, strangers to ?, Reader is ARMY

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[sungjinhos]

i think we married in vegas - teaser

✷ You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.

✷ genre: comedy (?), angst (?), smut, a weird amount of pining (!)

✷ word count teaser: 499

✷ word count fic: more than 13k - projection: around 20k?/25k?

✷ Thea note: hi y'all, as you guys may know I'm doing nanowimo, and somehow, I got addicted to this story and I'm making it bigger day by day. I still have a very big chunk to go (around 6/7 scenes but it can be more who knows not me since I don't plan when I am writting!). Anyhow I am pretty sure it gonna take a while till the whole thing sees the light of day but I wanted to share a tiny bit with you because I am actually super hyped about and I suck at keeping secrets <3 Hope you guys like it, and get as excited as me (or at least half, actually I can take a third!! or even an ounce!!). I do not do the whole tag list thing but if anyone wants to get tagged just let me know somehow <3

You turn your hand and it finally hits you.

It is a ring.

With a big rock.

In your ring finger.

A big damn rock on your ring finger.

“Yoon Jeonghan” you scream in horror.

On the other side of that door, Jeonghan just hears you scream. He picks himself up in record time and room towards the bathroom, oh shit did you just fall and hit your head? Did you break the glass of the fancy hotel shower? Are you dying? So without thinking much Jeonghan opens the bathroom door and he just finds you - completely naked and seemly okay, just staring at your own hand.

“What happened?” He asks trying to catch his breath, maybe he does need to start working out man, he didn’t feel this horrible when he was hitting the gym after shifts, but also he didn’t feel that great either the whole gym rat thing was not his ordeal.

“What did we do?” You ask still in complete horror, not even thinking about how this is the first time Yoon Jeonghan, your friend is seeing you completely naked. 10/10 would not recommend this experience. Not even to Laurel, your own Satan-spit roommate.

“What? Are you going crazy? I thought you fell and opened your skull or something,”

You just look at Jeonghan, dead in his eyes, like the reality is worse than falling in the bathroom, opening your skull, and calling the paramedics naked. You just turn your hand to him - like it is enough to make him understand what a dire situation it is. And you swear to god you can almost see the little flakes of light on the bathroom floor, the rock is big enough to shine across the room.

“Did you call me to show me your ring? Couldn’t you wait until you put your clothes on?” Jeonghan asks leaning into the doorway.

“Jeonghan did we-” you say but you feel your own throat closing around itself, it can’t be, right?

“Hm?” he asks without a blink of an eye.

“Oh we did, we totally did”

“No, you are not that crazy,” he claimed. What that was supposed to mean? He was crazy enough for it but you the two goody shoes wasn’t?

“Jeonghan check your bank receipt,” you demanded, trying to connect the dots in a way, trying to have proof, maybe you just bought a way too expensive ring for yourself, or maybe it was just impulse buying.

Before you can move Jeonghan almost runs towards the room, you try your best to keep up with him but you are a little behind because, for the first time, you actually are aware of how naked you are. You pick up the fluffy bathroom robe - yeah the fancy hotel had its perks.“Oh fuck” you can hear Jeonghan before you can see him, his phone it’s on his lap, his head is on his head - he is a man defeated. Oh no. You guys actually did it.

[bellonathedragonborn]

I just realized something. I have been worrying about what to do with my newest Fallout fanfic because I like to be canon complacent BUT in light of the New Vegas teaser I think I need to move Fallout: Three Heroes into canon divergent.

This originally bothered me but after realizing some of my fics already do that (like my Elder Scrolls and Fable fics) me having this happen in my Fallout stuff wouldn’t be that big of an issue.

Also this new story already kind of does since I’m adding in my Fallout: Tactics character.

[reservoirreputation]

Teaser for my ResDogs fic, posting on AO3 10/1

Title: 'Birds in the Spider’s Nest' (end of chapter one)

tags for the teaser: canon typical violence, canon typical language, implied child abuse

1974

Vic Vega is led into a nice office, where two men already sit. Spotting him being escorted by the henchman, they both stand. The man behind the desk is the infamous Joe Cabot, and, if Vic plays his cards right, his future boss. The guy is tall, imposing, reminds him a bit of a bulldog. The guy in front of the desk, next to the empty chair meant for Vic, seems to be the complete opposite; he’s quite short, but stocky. Much younger than the big guy, and actually looks quite kind. Vic notes to watch his back around this one; kindness was always an ominous sign, as far as he’s concerned.

Joe gestures for him to sit, then gives his attempt at a smile, “Mr. Vega. You come highly recommended. Your brother has nothing but good things to say.”

“A miracle, really.” is his dry reply, because Vic and his brother rarely get along.

“Maybe he thinks you’re qualified, maybe he just wants you to get some work and fail miserably. Either way,” he looks up and down at Vic’s imposing height, “You’ve got potential. You interested in interning?”

It’s the most exciting thing to happen to Vic in years, “Sure.”

“This here’s Larry Dimmick.” The man to Vic’s left gives a polite nod, a slight smile, like he knows he’s gotta handle him with kid gloves, “He’ll be your mentor.”

The first week of on-the-job training is interesting, to say the least. The first day was nothing but talking and driving, meeting some people in very public places, making small talk while Vic waited in the car with the windows rolled down. The next two days involved even more driving, but with Dimmick going into various buildings; houses, apartments, small businesses. Again, Vic not allowed anywhere near the conversations. Day four of being on his best behavior, Dimmick looks over and says, “If you can keep your mouth shut you can tag along for the next meeting.”

Vic doesn’t respond with anything more than a nod.

‘Meeting’ turned out to be a shake down, with some associate being behind on payments. Three months worth. Vic could feel dread build in the pit of his stomach, but still wears his best poker face. He’s been pretending he doesn’t give a fuck about any awful thing since he was ten, this would be no different. So, when Dimmick and another heavy grab the bastard’s arm, smacking his hand on a flat surface, he’s expecting to see broken fingers. When Dimmick gets out a knife, instead, Vic can’t help but look away.

The sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone will haunt him just as much as the man’s screams.

As the weeks wear on, Vic’s exposed to more of the inner workings of the business. He meets various employees, most of whom are very out of the loop about Joe’s activities. It’s a silent lesson; the people around you only know as much as you allow them to. The debt collectors don’t need to know the same things as the accountants, despite how connected the two are. The wholesalers don’t need to know everything about the dealers, and they’re meeting one such of the latter, right now.

Larry’s a protective sort, despite being much shorter than Vic. Every new face Vic comes across, Larry insists on leading, physically keeping Vic behind him. So, when they meet a pot dealer named Matty, also a short fuck, Vic just feels like an overgrown freak.

Larry doesn’t quite like Matty. That much is obvious. Later on, Larry will say to him that not many people do, because Matty’s a bit of a screwup. The initial meeting, though, the guy seems quite nice.

The dope dealer is about Larry’s age, maybe younger. He has light brown hair, a thin face. Skin is freckled and pale, and eyes a striking green. He wears jeans ripped at the knees, a loose t-shirt and an even bigger plaid button-up over this, like the guy’s permanently wearing someone else’s clothes. He stinks a bit of pot, but of the good stuff. His expression is tired, like he doesn’t get enough sleep. Like he doesn’t get enough of anything. Where Larry comes across as being in control, Matty seems like he’s just along for the ride. Vic can’t help but see part of himself in the dealer, the kind of instant connection when you see someone who’s the same kind of fucked up as yourself.

[lveclouds]

fic teaser

↬ pairing/character(s): idol! taehyung x bartender reader, other members may be mentioned/make appearances 

↬ genre/aus: strangers to lovers, fast burn, romance, fluff, a bit of angst (y’all know i can’t resist sprinkling in some angst sfjdjlkjf) 

↬ rating(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ warning(s): heavy alcohol consumption (pls do not drink if you’re not yet of age), heavy swearing, mutual pining, mentions of stress (very brief), mentions of intoxication (brief), mentions of hookups (brief)

↬ summary: in which a handsome, alluring stranger won’t stop staring at you during a late night shift. 

↬ wc: 2.2k (in drafts)

↬ note: this fic was heavily inspired by tae’s most recent instagram post <3 i’m once again simping for this man <3 tysm to @jjksblackgf​ and @hobeemin​ for encouraging me to write this fic!! i love you both so much <3333 MWAH !!! 

↬ disclaimer: i know nothing about alcoholic beverages or bartending, so excuse any inaccuracies. 

“oh, by the way, that guy over there won’t stop staring at you.” namjoon chuckled, and you felt your brows furrow in confusion, following his line of vision. your breath caught in your throat once you saw who, exactly, namjoon was referring to. 

the stranger was attractive, no, gorgeous, with black hair that fell over perfectly chiseled cheekbones, dark hazel eyes, a slight smile playing at his lips, as if he were amused by everyone around him. he was dressed in a white button down shirt that clung perfectly to his muscular arms, tucked into a pair of gray slacks that clung perfectly to his lithe figure. 

the male next to him was equally as attractive, with lavender hair that fell over sharp cheekbones, green eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite read, a slight smirk playing at his plump lips. he was dressed in a blue silk button down, the first two buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of collarbone, tucked into a pair of tight black jeans that accuentated his lithe figure. 

you could make out the sharpness of the dark-haired male’s jawline underneath the soft, amber lights of the club, causing you to blush profusely. “he’s been staring at you for the past ten minutes.” namjoon was saying, an amused curling at the corners of his mouth, crossing his tan muscular arms over his broad chest.

he was gorgeous, infuriatingly so, and had a certain aura to him that you couldn’t quite place, mysterious and alluring. you felt your cheeks burn as you tore your gaze away. this guy was a complete stranger, and here you were, practically drooling over him from afar, like an absolute creep. snap out of it, y/n, you have a job to do. 

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[lecstappen]

Lestappen + spontaneous drunk wedding in Vegas + first kiss

This is not a complete fic, this is just a teaser! I will be uploading the full fic on AO3 later.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen (Lestappen) Teaser Length: 1315 words

When Charles wakes up, he feels like he’s been punched in the face.

Someone groans next to him as he squints against the sliver of light filtering through the hastily-drawn curtains, biting back a curse as his head throbs as if threatening to burst. The expensive hotel room is in disarray, hoodies of various teams and alcohol strewn everywhere. His head is heavy, too heavy for his neck, and he knows that someone is going to get their ass kicked for letting him drink so much last night.

If Charles focuses—and he really can’t, but he does anyway—he thinks he sees a shoe drenched with champagne.

Figures.

He nearly keels over dead when he manages to roll out of bed, landing on the floor with a muffled thump. A sharp cry of agony leaves his lips and he lies there, pitying himself, before there’s another grunt from the bed above him.

“Make it stop,” Max groans, and Charles really is too tired to question whatever is going on here.

“I’m trying,” he replies through gritted teeth, short but honest as even just the act of speaking sends a spike of pain through his bones.

Max gurgles incoherently, squinting against the light as Charles drags himself upright—slowly, every cell in his body screaming bloody murder— and it’s distracting how good he looks even with a hangover, hair mussed and eyes lidded, sitting up and blinking at Charles blearily, sounding like he’s just gargled a solution of rusty nails and salt water.

“Oh, good, you still have your clothes on,” Max says, relieved, and Charles snorts.

“Mate, stop yelling.” He pauses, tacking on an afterthought. “Please.”

Max pays him no heed, eyebrows furrowed as he turns the brightness down on his phone to peer at it. After several long seconds that Charles would’ve made fun of, had he been in any state of coherence himself, he looks up at him. “Daniel says there’s a buffet downstairs.”

“I don’t care,” Charles says dramatically. “Leave me here to die.”

Max smacks him with a pillow in a show of strength that comes from somewhere that Charles can’t even begin to fathom, landing on the back of his head and making a sound that’s far too loud for his ears.

“What the fuck,” he complains. “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you too,” Max replies half-heartedly. “Take a shower and let’s go before Daniel makes us do this again.”

-

They eventually make their way downstairs, freshly showered leaning heavily on each other and too out of it to care about what it looks like, only to find Daniel, Carlos, Lando and Alex already devouring breakfast in the overtly-gilded hotel dining room. All of them look a little worse for wear, Lando’s discreet sunglasses slipping down his nose as he regards the pair. Both men raise their weary hands in greeting and shovel food onto their plates, sitting down and taking in the very smug looks that they’re getting from their friends.

“What?” Max snaps, finally, because he’s never been particularly patient.

“Oh, nothing,” Lando replies, far too cocky for someone dipping his omelet in his coffee. “Just wondering how the newlyweds spent their first night.”

“Yeah, tell us!” Daniel booms, and Charles winces, instantly overtaken by the urge to put those too-white teeth on a toothpaste commercial. “Did Max hold your hair while you threw your guts up, or was it the other way around?”

Max and Charles exchange a weary look, one that seems too coordinated considering that it’s the first time it's really happened.

“Mate,” Charles starts, stealing Alex’s croissant. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’ve heard it’s really special, you know,” Carlos grins, and his voice drops conspiratorially. “When you’ve been saving yourself.”

“Saving yourself for what?”

“Marriage, of course.” Lando rolls his eyes behind his shades, slow and patronising, and Charles has the sudden urge to punch him in the face.

“What are you talking about?” Max parrots Charles’ words, sounding as tired as Charles feels and looking ready to drink his coffee through his nose. “God. My head is killing me.”

Alex leans forward suddenly. “You guys really don’t remember?”

His face is somewhat concerned, a stark change from moments ago. He doesn’t even bat an eyelid when Charles steals his watermelon juice, takes a sip and subsequently drops his head into his hands, the heel of his palm digging into his eyes. The sun shines for three hundred days a year in Monaco, but the Vegas sun is harsh and unforgiving, doing nothing but adding to his confusion.

“Remember what?” He asks, wondering if he really wants to know.

“You guys got married last night.”

Charles’ head snaps up, far too quickly for his body to handle. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the same confusion reflected on Max’s face. He turns back to Alex, mouth open in a soundless protest, because there’s no—there’s no way he heard that right—

What the fuck, honestly.

“You’re not taking the piss?” Lando asks. “You really don’t—“

Max interrupts him. “How did this even happen?”

Daniel slowly starts to inch out of his chair, only to be stalled by Max’s vicelike grip on his arm. Charles snorts, despite the currents of shock running through his system. He’s half convinced that this is some hangover-induced hallucination, because as much as he and Max get along now, there doesn’t exist a universe where they are bound to each other by law.

“Well, you see,” Daniel starts slowly, hands already up in surrender. “We were at the party last night, right, and Max said he was bored—“

“—I mean, we were all drunk and we didn’t really want it to end—“

“—Lando suggested poker, of all things—“

“—so we asked Charles what to do next,” Alex says. “And he said you should get married because it would be ‘fucking hysterical, mate.’”

He puts air-quotes around the last three words, and Charles can only stare. His mind starts racing as he leans forward, letting his forehead touch the cool edge of the table as he squeezes his eyes shut, as if hiding will make it all go away. “Oh, my god.”

“How the fuck?” Max snaps, and Charles is glad that at least his anger means that he isn’t panicking the same way that Charles is. “Who was the minister?”

Daniel raises his hand. “I have a Vegas license,” he offers, and Charles wants to scream into the tablecloth out of the sheer hilarity of the whole situation, because of course Daniel is a minister.

“How could you let us do that?” Max rounds on him, and the whole table falls silent in the face of his vitriol. Charles doesn’t even dare look up. “We were drunk out of our minds. Is this even a legally binding marriage if we were toasted during it?”

“Apparently,” Carlos says placatingly. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal, Carlos,” Charles groans at his teammate through the wood of the table. “Is that we’re married.”

“It’s really not,” Lando shrugs. “It was funny. You can find a lawyer back in Monaco and get it annulled before anyone finds out.”

“I’m keeping the pictures, though,” Alex says. Charles’ eyes meet his, and he’s afraid to see the photos, as if it will make it more real somehow, but Alex is already passing his phone around. Max refuses to take it, so Carlos passes it to Charles at the end.

They’re—nice. It’s dark and many of the photographs are blurry, and both Max and Charles are clearly inebriated beyond saving, but there’s a happy, goofy smile on Max’s grainy face whereas Charles looks torn between passing out from the alcohol and throwing himself at Max, eventually doing so by holding him in a vice-like grip. There is no kiss.

Despite himself, Charles giggles. When he catches Max’s eye over the laughter of their friends—the other man still refuses to look at the pictures—he thinks he sees his eyes soften, almost imperceptibly.

[helenazbmrskai]

Las(t) Vegas Ring [Teaser]

I didn’t forget about this story guys I’m working on it and while you wait I thought it would be nice to give you a teaser, also if you want to get tagged when I release it feel free to tell me and lastly, thank you for anticipating my fic!

Title Las(t) Vegas Ring [one shot; teaser]

Pairing Namjoon x Reader

Genre angst, crack/humour, romance, got married in las vegas au, newly established relationship, smut, fluff, strangers to lovers

Summary Attending your sister’s wedding in Las Vegas helps you cross out two things on your bucket list, first you got to visit Las Vegas so you know you’re in for a wild night and two, you always wanted to get married yourself even if the circumstances are not so favourable. (or.) You wake up next to your sister’s husband’s best man naked and with a ring on your destinated finger and not only did you get married and have no recollection of such a thing but you took his virginity too.

Warning(s) nothing for the teaser

Word count 1.28k (10k in total)

Teaser release date 2021.05.30 

Masterlist

”So you’re telling me that you not only got married to the Kim Namjoon from Kim corp. but took his virginity?” Sohyun wheezes once you tell her the news that caused you intense headaches ever since you woke up in the same bed as your sister’s husband’s best man. The headaches started partly from the extreme hungover that morning but the better part was because of this new arrangement that you can’t quite wrap your head around just yet. This stranger that you only just met at your sister’s wedding for the first time now suddenly become your lawfully right husband.

You always wanted to get married and have kids of your own but this is not how you imagined meeting your husband. It’s less than 48 hours that you set your eyes on his dirty blond hair and charming dimples under the shady nightclub’s sparking lights and now, suddenly you two are husband and wife in front of the law and on top of that, he’s the Ceo of Kim Corp. the head of the biggest car import business in the entire industry that makes things even more complicated. Not that it wasn’t before that.

You heard crazy stories before from friends who let loose in Las Vegas but you always thought you would never drink that much to let it cloud your rightful judgement skills. They might have gotten arrested for public indecency but at least they are not married to a multimillionaire who despises their whole being after they just literally met. A part of you can’t even blame him because, this is straight-up crazy, waking up with a band around your destined finger was a huge shock, to say the least. Almost resembling a picture-perfect scene you see in your favourite K-dramas.

He tries to put all the blame on you even though it’s clear that marriage requires two signatures to become legalized and as far as you remember you didn’t make him drink shots after shots at the party.

It isn’t your fault that he got blackout drunk and married you on a whim. You’re not saying that this is not crazy, and it’s still hard to completely wrap your head around the consequences but he took his part in it as much as your drunk ass did. So you think this silent treatment on his end is rather childish for someone who operates a whole blooming business even though you heard that his father still supervises his work. He acts like a kid throwing a tantrum over lost candy and you’re getting tired of talking to his secretary that always tells you he’s busy or out of the office magically when you want to reach him. It supposed to be easy to clear up – you just need to file for divorce and everything can go back to where it was before in your very normal and mundane life.

She starts slapping her highs under the chair cloth but then she sees the elegant bend around your fourth finger on your left hand. You’re not sure why you haven’t taken it off yet, considering that your husband refuses to see you. Maybe it has to do with the busy life that you need to get a hang of again after your getaway trip and everything’s a little fresh in your mind. Las Vegas was beautiful and adapting back to your normal life seems to be harder than you first thought it will be.

Sohyun squeals like you didn’t tell her just now you got married in Las Vegas and grabs your hand like she intends to dislocate your shoulder with the sheer force of her pull. It’s a great temptation to let her hair sit with the bleach on but you don’t own this salon and you need to save money for the lawsuit that’s probably going your way very soon after you married Kim Namjoon –against his will as he put it.

However, no one seemed to consider how you felt about this whole ordeal. The last day spent in Las Vegas was a shitshow with thrown accusations and bad blood between the two families as they argued who should be the one to blame when it truly is something that should be only discussed between you and him. It’s your life, your business after all. You only just got married but you’re here to get the divorce process going, just thinking about Namjoon’s glare gives you a massive headache and shivers. This is not at all how you imagined your life. Not to say your married life. Call you a hopeless romantic but you always imagined your husband to be someone simple and caring, who would make you breakfast in bed and kiss you goodnight. Someone that you love and can rely on when you’re having a bad day and vice versa, just simple things like that. It shouldn’t be too much to ask.

”What exactly happened in Las Vegas? Tell me everything and don’t let any detail out. I need to know every little thing that you can remember.”

You snort at her clear enthusiasm, you would like to know every little detail yourself but the problem is, you have absolutely no idea how this happened in the first place. As much as you can recall from your foggy memories you didn’t even go near him – there’s was no reason to – as you two were strangers who so happened to learn each other’s names because he was your sister’s husband’s best man and sat next to each other at the wedding it’s natural that you at least learned his name but how you two ended up together in a church to get married is beyond your imagination. It’s on the top of the list of the few crazy things that you’ve ever done in your life and it had to be him that you knot the ties with.

It’s been a full week after the plane landing and getting back in Seoul and the memory of that night seems to be lost forever in the depths of your brain or maybe none of them registered there. You had no idea before this trip that you are capable of being that shit faced to the extent that you forget most parts of your wildest night with the richest person that you know exists. Waking up in his hotel room and seeing your clothes on the floor came as a huge shock and when he accused you of forcing him into sex. It was one of the most stressful experiences in your life and none of you could remember what happened. Even a casino dept would have been better at least you can make money but you can’t give back his virginity that you don’t even remember taking.

Namjoon wasn’t subtle about showing his distaste for the situation first thing in the morning and barely letting you put on your clothes before he kicked you out. It was intense as both of you yelled at each other he was immensely rude but you felt a little bad when he admitted it was his first time sleeping with someone.

In your opinion virginity was never something that you cared much about but it seemed like that he cared about it a lot. He probably didn’t intend for you to hear it but the overbearing silence that took over the room let you hear every anxious breath and frustrated hair pull. Not remembering the night that he lost his virginity, you can sympathise with that part but it doesn’t justify his behaviour towards you when you’re as confused as he is. Burying his face into the sand won’t solve his problems.

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me, you, and the moon

a reunion

your opinion is wrong

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hoo boys as broadway musicals (text aesthetic/tag yourself)

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dude, we’re getting the gang back together! - teaser (leo x reader ft. everyone else road trip au sort of)

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leo x reader x percy

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leo x reader x nico

leo x reader x jason

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nico x reader x will

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signature color

nailed it - quarantine au

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relationship and intimacy hcs

miss missing you

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he has the brain cell

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hey, sailor - daughter of poseidon

I don’t care - soulmate au

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can’t bear each other

condoms and clown sex

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I think you’e horribly misread the situation - shitty roommate pt 2

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cocoa butter kisses

bada ba ba ba i’m lovin you

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if you can’t stand the heat, then get neutered

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you can’t choose your family, but you can choose not to talk to them

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oral and fingering hcs

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relationship and intimacy hcs

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relationship and intimacy hcs

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dating hcs

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   frank

relationship and intimacy hcs

   thalia

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cuddling hcs

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on my block:

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dating would include

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   jamal

someone like you

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cuddling/affection hcs

sal x non american s/o hcs

homestuck: 

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relationship and intimacy hcs

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dating hcs

crushing on you hcs

twilight:

edward cullen

dating hcs

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prolonged bisexual panic - steve x fem reader x billy (steve x billy x reader??)

let us adore you pt 1 (billy, robin, and steve x reader)

let us adore you pt 2

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relationship and intimacy hcs

   billy hargrove

relationship and intimacy hcs

relationship and intimacy hcs pt 2

daddy? sorry

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   jonathan byers

dating hcs

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   descendants - ben florian

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desperate

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thankful for my (found) family - demisquad + reader thanksgiving special

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“I can’t wait to get this off you.” Heath slid his hands down your waist and gave your ass a healthy squeeze through your dress.

“You literally just zipped it up five seconds ago,” you said, rolling your eyes.

He shrugged. “I prefer you naked.”

You gave him a once-over. The suit wasn’t bad, but the garish red shirt he was wearing under his sports jacket actually made you ill. It had little tiny fish all over it. 

“Ditto,” you replied, grimacing, and he flipped you off. You blew him a kiss.

The group was in Vegas for the weekend, and everyone (except Heath) had dressed appropriately in semi-formal wear for the night. You were loving the way your emerald green dress fit- tight to your body, stopping at mid thigh, the neckline so low it was almost obscene. Almost.

You adjusted the straps and stepped in to your heels, grabbing your bag. You’d splurged and gotten your hair and make-up done at a salon, so you only had to touch up your lipstick before you stood in front of Heath. “I’m ready.”

Heath’s eyes drifted down to your cleavage, down your toned legs, and then back up to your dark, dark lips. His eyes narrowed in the way that had become very familiar over the last four months, and he stood up taller, running a hand over his beard.

You and Heath weren’t dating, but had maintained a very regular physical relationship since the night you’d met. The sex was incredible, so mind-numbingly satisfying that you couldn’t go more than a few days without it. And neither could he.

You also got along great outside the bedroom, and that’s why he’d invited you to Vegas with the rest of the group. You were as close to Andrea as ever, but you’d gotten to know the others better too. And you truly liked them- well, most of them- a lot. 

Tonight you were all skipping the trashy dive bars for a night at the Venetian. YouTube was hosting a party somewhere in the hotel, but honestly, no one really gave a shit. The Venetian was a spectacle in itself.

You swallowed as Heath crossed his arms, his hard gaze making you lower your eyes to the ground. It was incredible that with just a look he could flip a switch in you, turning on a woman that you didn’t think was inside you at all. 

He walked to you and lifted your chin. “You’ve been a very good girl this week, and you’ve dressed up so nice for me tonight.”

You fluttered your lashes and bit your lip, blushing at the praise. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“And since you’ve been such a good girl, I have a little treat for you. One I’ve been thinking about for a couple of weeks.” Heath cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lips.

You waited for him to speak, anticipation pooling in your gut. You guys hadn’t talked about venturing into this territory this weekend, but in a new city, it was even more exciting.

“Tonight, Daddy’s going to let you choose anyone you want to come back and play with us.” 

Your eyes widened. This was something you two hadn’t done, although you’d joked about it a couple of times. But now, with the very real possibility looming, you had to make a decision. 

Heath waited for your consent, like he always did when he tried something new. He brushed the hair off your shoulder and kissed your neck, giving you time.

It didn’t take very long for you to decide.

“Anyone I want, Daddy?” you asked, injecting a health dose of awe into your voice. Heath knew that was your way of saying, yes, let’s do this.

“Anyone you want, babygirl,” Heath replied, smiling at you warmly. “Have fun tonight, and see who catches your eye.”

You nodded shyly, and he took your hand, flipping off the lights and leading you out of the room.

The city of Las Vegas was a veritable buffet of potential playmates, and you were already ready to start.