#teaser!!!

⨰ summary: Yoongi is a god. He directly and indirectly owns thousands of malls, clubs, ports in the country, and people all over the world owe him favors, or worse, a shit ton of money. If he wants something, he gets it—even if a few dead bodies are the aftermath. There are hundreds, even thousands, of people worshiping him. Unfortunately for him, you aren’t one of them.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 100% angst | mafia!au & crime syndicate!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, drugs, prostitution, violence, murder

⨰ wordcount: 15.1k

aka “could you tell I don’t care about wedding plans even though I’ve frickin’ written over 50,000 words of an arranged marriage au” also wow that font totally does look like a click-bait article header Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13

“You didn’t say there weregonna be dance lessons, too!” Darcy squawks indignantly, and Jane hands her a freshly re-filled champagne flute, like a true friend. “I thought today was supposed to be about relaxation.”

“Only for the first dance; we just need you to not fall over,” Jane replies in what she probably thinks is a reassuring tone. Darcy mentally takes back the ‘true friend’ comment. Gee, thanks. At least I’ve never dropped a new laptop on the ground because ‘Thor startled me.’

“And who said the day before a wedding was ever relaxing?” Pepper adds, rummaging through a pile of pie charts (when Fury promised that Ms. Potts would have everything covered, he definitely wasn’t exaggerating). “Steve, could you pass me that notebook?”

Captain America himself (also known as the one Avenger who didn’t bail) is sitting awkwardly at the other end of the table, his Dorito-chip proportions looking comically ridiculous in the context of one of Stark’s ergonomic desk chairs. He stares helplessly at the pile of identical black notebooks in front of him, and Darcy sinks lower in her seat.

11 a.m., and she’s already certain that she’s going to need a lot more Bellinis to be able to get through the day.

Loki isn’t being forced to help with wedding prep. No, he managed to conveniently incur Thor’s wrath right before they were called down to the meeting room, and it simply couldn’t wait, because ‘after all, this is a matter of honour.’ Darcy calls bullshit.

Bruce and Tony, meanwhile, had been let off the hook with their claim that they needed to, quote, ‘do science.’ And Clint and Natasha… well, those two have a habit of disappearing.

Darcy’s entire morning has consisted of Pepper holding near-identical colour swatches to her face and asking things like “Does ‘Tundra Dreams’ or ‘Celery Salt’ look more… wedding?”