So Lots Of Stuff In The Works Right Now. Currently, Im Working On An Upload Schedule So Please Anticipate

So lots of stuff in the works right now. Currently, I’m working on an upload schedule so please anticipate a regular posting schedule of fics from me! They will be bi-weekly so two series updates in one week and the next two series the next week!

Then I’ll be doing different one shots throughout the month.

But the stories I’m working on will be revealed in a bigger post.

Baby, Talk is in there! So please anticipate the next update: Friday May 28th!!

Wait is baby talk being updated today?

Nope! The schedule is on a bi-weekly basis meaning it starts and goes through two weeks, so baby talk will be posted next week on Saturday my dear!

Vegas, Baby - Part III

Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU

Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there's a little more legality to it than that?

Warnings: Explicit Language, Mean housekeepers >:(, Tae's kind of a boob. If I forgot anything please let me know!

Words: 3.6k [Sorry it's shorter :'(]

“So let me get this straight,” Lily said, pushing her hair off her face.

“Vante is a mafia member who accidentally got drunk with you last night, you two got married, and now you want us to lie to your parents and tell them that you got a job opportunity here and are staying with us? While you go who knows where?”

“Yes,” Taehyung said.

“Yes...” you said in an equally soft voice.

“I’m calling the cops on you motherfucker!” Jessi growled, flipping Taehyung off before walking for her phone.

“It won’t do you any good, I’ve got members in the police force here,” Taehyung said.

“You don’t scare me dickwad,” Jessi snarled out.

“That is an unwise decision,” Taehyung grit out, looking at Jessi unimpressed.

“Okay, guys. Listen-”

You were promptly cut off.

“No, Y/N, you listen. Do you honestly expect us to do this? Lie to your family while we have no idea where you are or what you are doing? Do you really think so little of us that you expect us to be your little cronies?” Lily gaped.

You were about to start in again when Taehyung stopped you.

“I know something that is pretty universally accepted,” Taehyung said, pulling his wallet out and taking out several hundred dollar bills. “How much?”

SMACK!

Lily had tears in her eyes.

“How dare you,” she warned, a dangerous look crossing over her face.

“Lily,” you whispered.

She wasn’t the violent one. It was always Jessi ready to throw down at a moments notice. He really pissed her off.

No.

He really hurt her.

“Get out of here,” she said to Taehyung.

“But-”

“Y/N, don’t push me,” Lily stated.

You shut your mouth and looked down at your feet. You knew this was a bad idea, but it was the only option that would keep your parents safe. This had to work, you had to convince them.

Taehyung smirked and rubbed his cheek lightly.

“Fine, I’ll be waiting for you in the car,” he said to you.

Walking out the door, the girls circled you.

“So, you’re married huh? Where’s the proof,” Jessi asked, looking at your ring finger.

“Here,” you said, pulling the license out of your purse.

The two of them looked at it, googling fraudulent marriage licenses for proof.

“It’s authentic, the seal at the bottom confirms it,” Lily said quietly.

“So, how are you going to fix this?” Jessi asked you.

“I don’t know. I really am lost and... And I messed up our girls week... I’m so sorry,” you whimpered.

“Don’t, don’t pity yourself right now. You’re in deep shit, you got that? You gotta be strong,” Lily stated.

“You’re right,” you said, wiping the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

“So, you got married. Legally, might I add. To a mafia member?” Lily looking at you for confirmation.

“That’s what he said,” you said.

“Y/N, he could be a lunatic. Don’t take everything that he says like it’s law, you might be able to weasel your way out of this,” Jessi said, looking down at the paperwork.

“Just ask for an annulment,” Lily said.

“I’d have to wait three days. My parents have already called me four or five times. Expecting me back home!” you cried.

“Listen, if anyone can find a way out of this, it’s you. I believe in you,” Lily soothed, brushing your hair from your face.

“Okay, I asked him earlier if I could get an annulment, and he said that there’s no way. He said that stray members of the mafia would come looking for me and my family, trying to get to him. What if he’s telling the truth? I don’t wanna risk it,” you said.

“Like I said, you can’t take what he says at face value. You barely know the guy. He could easily be lying,” Jessi commented.

“But what if he isn’t? What if this is all true, Jessi? I can’t take that chance, not with my family. Not with you guys,” you warned.

The girls sighed and looked at you.

“You have to play along then. Be his wife, do what he says. If he really is serious and there is a threat to your family and us, then, being with him will solve the problem for now. We will continue to work on getting you out of there. But for the time being, tell your parents that you’re staying with us and looking to get a visa to work here for a while. Just to have a little freedom,” Lily explained.

“Okay,” you said.

“And Y/N, you call us if anything goes sideways. You let us know the second something smells fishy and we’ll get you out of there,” Jessi said.

“Okay. Yeah, I can do that,” you answered.

“Alright. We’ll get your stuff ready,” Lily said, heading toward the spare room.

Jessi sat out with you and made small talk, but honestly you were too stunned to even process what she was saying. Was this real? What if he was a lunatic and was planning on murdering you?

But he had several opportunities to harm you during the day, and he hadn’t. So, perhaps there was some decency in this man.

Lily came back with your suitcase and a couple of other small bags.

“I love you girl, be careful,” Lily said, hugging you tightly.

“I love you too. Both of you,” you whispered, hugging back just as tight.

“Alright quit hogging her, my turn!” Jessi whined, coming forward and wrapping you in a tight hug.

The girls brought your stuff out to the car and loaded it up. Taehyung was still in the driver's side, looking at you with mute interest.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, going for the passenger side.

“Listen asshole, you hurt our Y/N, and you’ll have hell to pay,” Jessi warned.

“You don’t scare me,” Taehyung sneered.

“That is an unwise decision,” Lily mocked.

Taehyung just huffed and put the car in gear and headed out towards the road. Taehyung was silent and you just settled in, already feeling your eyes drooping from the exhaustion settling in your bones.

Taehyung turned on some music, but it was already fading into the background as you were lulled into sleep.

--

You were awoken by someone shaking your shoulder.

You jumped up and saw Taehyung looking at you. It was much darker than when you had fallen asleep.

“We’re here,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out. You nodded and got out, fully ready to see a basic house setup when you got out. But... What you were greeted with exceeded your wildest expectations.

A huge mansion stood before you. Cut out of the finest stones you’d ever seen. It was gorgeous. Large bushes surrounded the property that seemed to expand on for ages. But the most beautiful thing was a large greenhouse that sat detached from the rest of the building. You could already tell it housed the most beautiful flowers and plants from around the world.

“T-Taehyung,” you stammered, looking ahead in bewilderment.

“Yes?” he asked, sounding slightly too smug for your liking.

“What is this?” you asked.

“Home,” he said, tossing his keys to a man in a black suit before walking down the pathway towards the house.

“Hold on!” you squeaked, heading after him.

“Now, Y/N, the staff here at home have already been alerted to our predicament. But my parents aren’t to know, your friends and my staff are the only ones who know the truth. And, well, us of course. But, you aren’t to tell anyone that you aren’t my wife. You are to play the role, and I will provide for everything you may need,” he told you.

“Who are you?” you squeaked, looking over at Taehyung in shock.

“I’m exactly who I said I was. I’m Kim Taehyung, member of the mafia,” he said, avoiding your question.

“What rank are you in the mafia?” you asked, moving slowly behind him.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to Y/N,” Taehyung warned, not turning back.

“Tell me,” you urged, standing still.

Sighing, Taehyung turned around and looked you dead in the eyes.

“I am the head of the Mafia in Korea, I’ve been living in the states for at least three years. I’m working on missions here in the US to help out my brothers here. The US and Korea have been working closely together the last couple of years. But there’s always to goody two shoes in law enforcement making trouble,” he smiled.

You scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s the members of law enforcement that are making the trouble,” you said.

“Don’t be too quick to pick a side, Y/N,” Taehyung stated.

“What do you mean?” you asked, moving to stand next to him.

“Mr. Kim!” a shrill voice opened the door. She stood approximately five feet off the ground. Maybe a little more. She wore a black dress that reached just above the floor. It had gold buttons pinning it together. It looked expensive, the way it flowed off her shoulders. But her face, she looked as though she was at least in her sixties. Maybe older. But she didn’t appear to be pleased.

Taehyung visibly stiffened. You looked at him with curiosity, what had him so riled. Even a slap didn’t aggravate him earlier. But this had him putting up his back like no one's business.

“Ah, there might be one more person who isn’t happy about our union. You had Jessi and Lily... I have, Mrs. Blight,” he sighed. You raised a brow but followed him forward.

“And what kind of hour do you call this Taehyung?” she said so plainly.

“I call it,” he looked at his watch, “eight thirty.”

“Don’t be so quick to be sarcastic little tiger, I will beat your rear end so hard that you won’t sit for three weeks!” she smirked.

“As if you could reach it,” he scoffed, moving to walk in.

“Who is the girl?” she asked, unfazed by his insult.

“My wife, I thought everyone was updated. You’re slowing down old girl,” he smiled.

“Taehyung, she’s an outsider. We can’t trust her. Kill her,” she demanded.

Your blood ran cold, looking at her with shock. She said it so plainly. As if your life was forfeit in this matter. As if you were just an insect under her shoe, something to be squashed and dealt with quickly.

“Mrs. Blight, if I kill her, then the other mafia bosses will think I have no principals. It’s immature to kill your wife, especially an accidental one. How will they view me if I create a problem and take care of it in that manner?” he reasoned.

“I don’t care, she will go to Jeon Jungkook. She will sell you out,” Mrs. Blight accused.

“I don’t think so, Mrs. Blight,” he said, already climbing the staircase.

“You are so quick to turn your back on this problem? I thought you said you were to handle this in a mature fashion,” she scoffed.

“Ah, Y/N, this is Mrs. Blight. The keeper of this house, she served my parents when they lived here and will serve us while we live here, if there is something you need. See to it she is the one you ask,” Taehyung smirked.

“T-That’s okay, I don’t think-”

“I serve the master of this house, and him only. You, are inconsequential,” she waved you off dismissively.

“Mrs. Blight. She is my equal in this house. You are to serve her as you serve me. That is an order,” he said icily.

“Taehyung-”

“Mrs. Blight. Do I remind you who is incharge in this house?” he asked, turning toward her, a glare in his eyes.

“No, Master Taehyung,” she gritted out.

“Good. Now, Y/N hasn’t had dinner. Please make sure that hyung prepares her something good to eat,” he said, turning toward the stairs once more.

“Taehyung,” you said softly, looking up at him. He raised a brow and looked at you with curiosity.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Y-You haven’t eaten either,” you said.

Mrs. Blight scoffed.

“Pretending you care will get you nowhere in this house,” she snarled.

“I’m not pretending,” you bit back. Surprised at yourself you looked at Taehyung. He was smiling.

“I haven’t but I will call hyung and have him bring me something in my study. You are free to move about this house Y/N, except for my study and my room. You have your own room that I will see is prepared for you. If you need anything else, let Mrs. Blight know,” he smiled and turned before heading off.

“Come along,” Mrs. Blight said, heading off.

You followed quickly, then remembered your bags in the car.

“Wait! My stuff is still-”

“It’ll be brought to your room, now do shut up, your mere voice is trying my patience,” she said, stalking down the hallway at a pace that was remarkable for someone of her age. Her black dress billowed out past her, creating a smoke like effect when she walked. You remained silent behind her, but kept looking around the house.

The floors were marble, beautifully carved. You watched the veins that ran through them.

Then it all hit you.

He was telling you the truth.

You had married a mafia boss. A powerful, rich and dangerous man. Who had dangerous people after him. This wasn’t going to be the comfortable life he promised, you already knew that there was going to be something that glitched in the system. You felt dread pile in your stomach like bricks, and suddenly you weren’t so hungry.

Walking into the kitchen, there was a tall man at the stove, cooking what smelled to be like a steak.

“Seokjin, there is someone here you need to meet,” Mrs. Blight said, pulling out a stool for you.

Sitting down quickly, you stared at the countertop in silence.

“One moment, the steak is almost ready for Master Taehyung,” he said.

“You need to meet the new Mistress of this house,” she said, venom enlacing in her tone.

“Oh!” he said, turning around and looking at you with interest.

“Um... hi?” you said awkwardly.

“Hello!” he said, smiling brightly at you. His teeth were pearly white, and straight as an arrow. You marveled at the perfection that was this man. He was tall, broad shouldered and stood with such grace it made you want to faint.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, holding your hand out.

“Lady Y/N, how nice,” he smiled, taking your hand and shaking gently, but firm.

“You don’t have to say Lady Y/N, that’s not necessary,” you said.

Mrs. Blight snorted and looked in the other direction. Seokjin frowned but sighed.

“It’s part of my job, as the Mistress of this house you have a title. I must call you by that title, Taehyungie would kill me if I miss addressed you,” he said.

“But you just called him Taehyungie and not Master Taehyung,” you pointed out.

“Freudian slip,” he smirked.

“That’s not-”

“Oh the steak!” he said, rushing towards the stove and plating the meat. A server came in and took the meal once it was all set. Seokjin was quick to come back to you.

“What can I make for you?” he asked.

“Um, I-uh,” you stammered.

“Good lord, just make her a salad or something. That’s what girls these days eat,” she waved you off.

Anger simmered underneath the surface, but you kept yourself in check. She was purposefully taunting you. Wanting you to snap so she could go and whimper to Taehyung.

“Actually, I’d like some pasta if you have any?” you asked, looking forward to the carbs.

“Pasta! As if you need to gain any more weight!”

“Mrs. Blight! Hold your tongue, she looks lovely, and I will make her as much pasta as she wants,” he smiled, already getting started.

She simply turned up her nose and headed out the door.

“Don’t mind her,” Seokjin started.

“Huh?” you said, turning to look at him.

“Oh, Mrs. Blight. She worries about Taehyung. Has ever since he was a kid. He gets into a lot of trouble. And she worries that something is going to happen to him. And we were all kinda shocked when he said he’d be bringing his wife home with him,” he explained.

“Well, it’s kind of a shock for both of us too,” you said.

“I bet,” he answered.

You two sat in silence while he cooked, you simply watched him work. The kitchen was large, inhabiting a large island in the middle at which you were sat. Seokjin worked around the two stoves on the other side of the kitchen, swirling and sampling, cooking you up a feast.

Soon, you watched as he placed a perfectly cooked fettuccine alfredo in front of you.

“There you are, I hope you like it,” he said, looking bashful.

“Seokjin, it smells amazing,” you smiled.

“Well thank you, give it a try,” he encouraged, leaning on the counter.

Digging in you almost moaned when the food hit your tastebuds. It was so creamy, so rich that it made you salivate. It was so delicious your stomach growled. Seokjin just laughed and patted you on the shoulder.

“Eat up,” he said, going to clean up the kitchen.

As you ate, Seokjin told you about the house.

“The groundsman, Mr. Illich is a tender sort of fellow. He’s sensitive, and I think he likes the roses more than my beauty, which is absurd. I am much more handsome than a blooming rose, don’t you think Lady Y/N?” he asked, turning to look at you.

In something of a food coma, you just nodded at him sleepily.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, coming and taking your empty plate and putting it in the sink to clean it later.

“I’m tired,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m sure, you’ve had quite the day, let me call Mrs. Blight, she will take you to your room,” he said, heading towards the phone.

You blinked sleepily at the window, when you were certain there was a shadow that passed over the window.

The fear you’d felt earlier in the week creeped back in, your back tensing up and your legs shaking lightly. You were about to say something when you felt a hand placed on your shoulder.

You jumped, nearly falling off the stool when Seokjin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking at your slightly damp brow.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you said, swallowing thick.

“Okay, if you say so,” he said.

Mrs. Blight walked in, her black dress fanning around her.

“Come this way, I will show you to your room,” she said, turning her back and starting to walk down the hallway.

You waved to Seokjin and ran after her.

For an old lady she was pretty quick.

You followed her up a huge staircase that looked like it was out of a movie. Iron and marble met to create a beautiful railing that went up the sides and down the middle. The bottom fanned out like a lava pool at your feet. You gaped only for a moment, hurrying to catch up to Mrs. Blight. But you looked at the expensive portraits that were hung from the walls and the tapestries that had to be antiques. The whole building screamed extravagance. The curtains were thick and velvety to the touch.

“Hurry up,” Mrs. Blight demanded, walking towards a room at the end of the hall.

You did as she said and hurried, meeting her at the door a moment later.

“This is your room, your things are inside. Good night,” she said, moving to walk away.

“Wait,” you called out.

You could see her shoulders physically tense as she turned to face you again.

“Yes?” she asked, trying to hold back her scowl.

“Where is Taehyung’s room?” you asked.

She didn’t hold back her grimace this time.

“Why do you wish to know? Huh? Just so you can sneak in there and try to harm him! Or even better, so that you can divulge the layout of our home to the police? I won’t tell you,” she said.

“It was just a question, he said not to go in there. I wanted to know what to avoid,” you explained.

“A likely tale,” she scoffed.

“It’s the truth, whether you believe it or not is up to you,” you said softly.

She froze at this. Staying stock still in the middle of the hallway. You held your breath, ready for another slew of insults, but they never came.

“His room is at the end of the next hallway over. Please, do ensure you don’t go in there,” she said. “His study is at the bottom of the stairs, first door on the left.”

And with that, she was gone.

You opened your door and were shocked at the size of the room in front of you. You had a four postered bed, covered in what you could only assume to be satin sheets. You looked down at them and let your hand run over the fabric. It was cool to the touch, making you shiver lightly.

But you continued on. There was a beautiful vanity painted white in the far corner of the room. You looked and saw that your makeup bag was placed there neatly, with your hair appliances as well. There was an open door that lead to your ensuite bathroom. You tried not to squeal at the thought of your very own bathroom, but you kept your cool. Looking at the jacuzzi tub and glass shower in the corners. You wanted desperately to take a shower, but it was already so late. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your legs carried you to the bed, where you nestled under the blankets and slowly, fell asleep.

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Hii💗 just went back and re read the 1st chapter of Baby Talk and wanted to ask if you had an idea when ch2 would be up? no pressure at all im just curious 👀

Hi darling!

The part 2 for baby talk is actually already written, but it has to be editing and make sure everything is all set before it can go up. But I won’t make you wait too much longer!

Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️

(Expect it at the most me posting it in about 2 weeks at the latest 😉)

hi love! i just wanted to tell you how much i absolutely LOVE baby talk!! its so well written and the plot seems super original and so well thought out. i cant wait to read more! 🤍

Thank you darling! There are more surrogacy fics out there, my favorite is Baby, Baby by @hobiwonder. I did take inspo from that fic to make my own surrogacy fic but I’m making it my own. But please do give that a read because oh my gosh it is lovely!!

But thank you for enjoying baby talk, more to come!

Hi! I just binge-read all your work and I love your stories a lot! 💕 I love the details and how long they are, the length really gets me invested in the storyline and make me be more in love with them and your writing is so good.

Oh my Gosh!! Hello dear!!

Thank you so much for reading, I’m so glad you enjoyed my work!

I love your stuff too!! I just reliked a bunch of your works so I can reread them 👀

And thank you so much for the kind words, they keep me going ❤️❤️❤️