#if any of y’all are artists and have ideas lmk lol

[read-write-thrive]

part 1 (both girls in their full outfits) ; part 2 (Edwina in several other outfits/sketches) ; part 3 (the companion to this piece aka Edwina getting ready :)

part 4 of my fem!payneland fanart series!!!! as I talked about with the poll, I have quite a few variations of this piece as I couldn’t make up my mind on a few of the elements, but I listened to your feedback and have included them all here !! the winner of the poll is above the cut with the rest of the variations below to hopefully make this not take up too much of your dash lol

lmk what you think - especially people who voted on the poll!! I’ve also included my thought process below the cut since I know y’all are interested :)

- first and foremost: I have absolutely no idea what order someone would get ready in with all these outfit components, so if you’re sitting here like “why is her makeup done when she has to pull a shirt over her head?” or something like that: you’re probably correct but my getting ready process is always chaos and there aren’t exactly articles on this sort of thing

- along with that: her straightening her hair is probably not accurate to how hair works but again I’ve got v little experience to pull from and trying to find a proper reference was a pain in the ass

yes her bra is fully rendered and then got covered up by her arm. I'm still mad that I did that to myself but I like the pose too much to change it so oh well

- (onto actual historical stuff!!)

- her hair is being straightened here despite straight not being in style during this era for several reasons:

1. I based her hair (and a lot of her style, as per part 1) on Rhoda Dakar of the band The Bodysnatchers, which was an all-female band that was part of the ska revival in the late 70s/early 80s. Rhoda Dakar in particular is a British artist (who’s still making music!) with an English mother and Jamaican father—so not only was she one of the only women of color I could find as part of this subgenre/in ths era/with plenty of photo references, but considering Jayden Revri is Jamaican and English (alongside Indian) himself I thought it was fitting! Her Bodysnatchers look is also much more femme leaning than the rest of the band, as well as her hair styled in a way that suggests straightening, so I carried that over to Charlotte here as well.

2. On a related note, there is a clear historical and modern difference in hairstyles worn/made popular/deemed fashionable by non-white versus white individuals and I thought it only appropriate to acknowledge that in my design of her. I even went so far as to research how her mom’s hair may have been styled since I assume that’s who would’ve been teaching her how to care for her hair in the first place. With that, I looked at popular Indian hair trends from the 60s (figuring that’s when Charlotte’s mom could’ve still been in India and following those trends) which also involved a preference for straight/wavy hair, with soft fringe made popular by Sadhana and the styles ranging from long and luscious to styled up into a very 60s beehive. Charlotte could easily also rock a beehive, especially since the 60s revival was a part of the ska revival movement and Dakar herself styled her hair as such, but I figured Charlotte is a little too much of a rebellious teenager to go for a look she’s seen her mom wear!

- her makeup is based off of the different members of The Bodysnatchers as well as other punk/ska fans at the time. The look usually required more blush that what I gave her here, but I wanted to make sure the eyes were the feature (since Charles wears eyeliner himself) and then the lips being any less just looked weird to me. Also, Dakar doesn't seem to wear the same heavy blush that the other members do, which could be a stylistic choice but could also be the potential lack of blush shades that would work well on her skin tone, so I went that route for Charlotte here

- her underwear is all based off of meticulous searching of historical advertisements, though I will admit the sources are (presumably) American since I couldn't find British equivalents (I'm hoping the styles were similar enough...) in particular:

1. Her bra is based off of: Playtex’s New Made for Me, Playtex’s Right For Me, and Playtex’s Thank Goodness It Fits (which are seriously the names of these as per the ads—how creative /s)

2. Her panties (or pants or underwear or whatever term you want to use) are based off of: Sears Best’s Nylon tricot panties, Sears Very Impressive Panties Nylon panties, and JCPenny’s eiderlon fashion panties

3. (In the below variations) Her pantyhose are theoretically based on L’eggs and Spirit by Stevens’s Slim & Slender pantyhose. But, honestly, they’re mostly based on my own experience wearing hose bc almost none of the ads showed how the gusset of the pantyhose actually looked so I needed to fill in the gaps (one of the many reasons I’m still unhappy with them—plus the wrinkles would not look right no matter what I did !!)

4. Her socks are called slouch socks! I don’t have a specific brand for them but the style was all the rage in the 80s-90s (and I want to own some so bad ngl)

- the hair straightener is just a blob based on the reference photo since trying to research historical hair tools was beyond me at the time apparently, but the style of outlet/plug is accurate to Britain in 1989 so there’s that at least (I have no idea why my brain works like this)

- since I talked about it in the poll I feel like I should address it here: technically having a bush was well out of fashion by 1989 due to the grooming boom and new types of hair removal popular throughout the 80s and 90s. However, she’s wearing multiple layers over it and is technically a teenager (in an abusive household and a catholic all-girls school, at that) so I kept going back and forth on it. It won the poll so it’s in the main post, but you’ll see in the below variations that I really went back and forth on it. that being said I do think it’s interesting given her nylon pants being semi-sheer besides at the gusset, so I’m not mad at it. plus I figured she was definitely shaving her legs/underarms, so maybe that balances it out ?

and finally here’s the other seven variations of this piece :) lmk what you think!!

[madigoround]

I am trying to work but the only thing the rat in my brain wants to do is think about what kind of illustration could go with “And if I couldn’t walk I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together.”

[transformhim]

5 6 27

Thank you 🙏

5. I know that @tfxtime makes some damn good art 😏.. but—I really hate to say this—I don’t follow a lot of tf art!! 😬😞 I just haven’t had anything really reach out to me in a way others have. If y’all know any good artists, or if you’re a good artist yourself, lmk!

6. I can never remember who wrote it, but “Liquid Manhood” has been one I’ve always loved! You can find it ~out there online somewhere, and I’d highly recommend it. That, and “Hey, Big Guy” have been favorites of mine. Great stories, great sequences, hot description. What’s not to love?

27. I guess I’d tf Zachary Levi into a jock strap or something lol. Call it what you want, but the idea of a goofy church boy jock like him being wrapped around my big dick and ass all day sounds hilarious and fun 🤪 Or did you mean non-celeb?

[bandsanitizer]

y’all know what time it is!!! happy 2022 to all of you!!! hope it keeps getting better ✨ and for celebration I am once again making playlists!! this is both in new years celebration and reaching 4.4k🥺💕 as a gift for this new chapter and for being really cool and awesome!! the playlists were so much fun to do last year so I’m excited for them once again!!

I will be accepting asks from now til Jan. 9th! I just ask that…

you send:

a concept (you could send me a character or ship or color or plant or title or feeling, etc.) (or a mix) **see below for more info

lyrics or a song (yes the song of the lyric you send will more than likely end up on the playlist but will not count towards the 8-11 tracks)

and I’ll give you:

playlist of 8-12 songs

cover & track list edit

little blurb (length will vary depending on idea)

by request: explainations for the song picks

the playlists from last year can be found here for some ideas, other playlists I’ve shared can be found here, and examples of asks people sent (and track explainations) can be found here! posting will occur towards the beginning of february with the goal of being done before the end march!

I look forward to see what you send in and wishing you a fulfilling and safe new year!!! 🎉💖

some addition info/specifics below

if there is an artist, song, or topic, you DO NOT want to be included please let me know. feel free to mention it in a separate ask if you don’t want it posted (I just ask that you specify you want me to respond to it privately) or if we’re mutuals feel free to send me a pm.

if there is an artist, song, or topic, you DO want included, let me know and I will do my very best!

my fandoms include: 5sos, jatp, bts, 911, pjo, 1d, and many more lol if you’re unsure of an idea feel free to ask! if I’ve blogged about it it’s fair game tbh. if there’s anything I don’t think I’ll be able to complete successfully, I’ll let you know (:

again, pls no explicit prompts. additionally none explicitly about self harm or EDs please. if you have a questionable concept feel free to ask first.

I reserve the right to decline any prompts that make me uncomfortable (as in any of the point above or like… yeah)

followers will be somewhat prioritized (as in if you send on anon pls lmk who you are) regarding the order in which playlists are made and posted, as this is for them/you, but playlists will still be done pretty chronologically

[brujalatina]

loyalty | 01

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 3k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: this is for my black ‘n brown, not-skinny, curly-haired hoes cuz i’m tired of reading fics where the reader is described with white features and my black pussy can’t relate! :)) lmk what y’all think. also listen to loyalty by kendrick lamar ft. rihanna i think the song is fitting for this fic

Yoongi had never been a fan of parties. Really, he hated them.

They were messy, loud, and took time away from work. The time spent at a party was the time he could have been spending in his studio working on the production of a new piece of music. Parties deterred him from working, and as someone who was completely dedicated and committed to his music, he hated it.

Parties weren’t all bad, though. It allowed for Yoongi to form connections with other people within the music industry for opportunities to collaborate with them, or to form connections people involved with major media outlets that would help him gain more exposure (not that he needed any more than he already had). That is, if these connections weren’t wasted enough to carry a proper conversation regarding work at a party, which was almost rare. Sometimes Yoongi was lucky enough to make these connections at parties, but more often than not, people were too shit-faced to function.

Taking a swig of his Jack Daniel’s, Yoongi sighed as he tore his eyes away from potential connections among the crowd of dancing bodies and brought his attention back towards the song notebook he carried with him everywhere. In the midst of the party he had been attending, he was working on ideas for a new song he had promised he would help his friend and colleague, Hoseok, with. He was the reason he had been attending the party anyways—to form new connections, but most importantly, to have fun. Hoseok knew Yoongi almost rarely stepped out of his studio at home, so he dragged his best friend out to party at a club he had rented with the excuse of working on a new song between drinks. He felt that he had been doing Yoongi a favor by coercing him into attending this party, and Yoongi had always been weak for his best friend, so he no choice but to cave in. Needless to say, Yoongi was regretting allowing Hoseok to convince him to leave his studio for the party.

A large hand gripped Yoongi’s shoulder as they shoved their face in front of Yoongi’s, smile as bright as ever. “Hi! Sorry, I’m back.”

“Hobi,” Yoongi said, unamused. “You sure took your time.”

Removing his hand from Yoongi’s shoulder, he took a seat next to his best friend and ordered a drink, then turned to face him. “I was catching up with one of my party guests for the longest time, hadn’t seen him in a few months.” As he spoke, he spotted Yoongi’s notebook on the bar counter. “I told you to come have fun, not work.” He frowned.

Yoongi massaged his temples, annoyance clear in his features from not being able to work on the task at hand due to the heavy music resounding in the loft. “I know, but I wanted to get a head start on that song of yours that you’re stuck on.”

Hoseok smiled at this, touched that his best friend was taking his work so seriously for his sake, but not at all surprised. Yoongi took music, in general, quite seriously. “And I appreciate that—I do! but we can work on that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to relax. You need it.”

Hoseok was right, when was the last time he had taken a break from work? Yoongi would have guessed that New Year’s Eve had been the last time he spent more than 24 hours outside of his studio, spending the holiday with his family instead. Not even on his birthday a month ago had he taken a break from work. He held so much love and dedication for his job that he felt he didn’t need breaks. Like people felt at peace through mediation, producing music made him feel euphoric and accomplished, and the feeling was addicting. Still, he did have to admit that the dark circles under his eyes from long nights working in his studio had only become darker. His weight had been reducing as well from skipped meals and his doctor had already reprimanded him for his malnutrition. Yes, Hoseok was absolutely right about him, as usual. He needed to take a break for once. Yoongi nodded and downed the rest of his drink. “Fine, you’re right. I’ll take a break. Just for tonight.”

Hoseok’s face beamed, relishing in the fact that Yoongi was being complacent with him, yet again. “Ok! Before anything, there are a few people here I’d like to introduce you to.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s arm and pulled him into the crowd of bodies that were either dancing or were engaged in conversation over the blaring music, introducing Yoongi to some new artists that had recently entered the music industry.

As Yoongi and Hoseok continued to search for more people to mingle with, Hoseok changed directions upon spotting a familiar curly head of hair in the distance and began walking towards it while Yoongi followed.

She had been leaving one of the empty rooms in the club, pulling down the ends of her red, deep, v-neck bodycon dress that had risen considerably over her thick thighs, almost exposing her entire ass, and then pulled her dress straps over her shoulder and adjusted her breasts in the least undisguised form possible. A man left the room behind her, they exchanged a few words—he was visibly upset—and she rolled her eyes at him as she shooed him away with her hand.

Hoseok walked up to her as Yoongi followed by his side. “Hey, Y/N! How are you doing?”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug in which he had quickly and warmly returned. “I’m great. Thanks for the invite, babe. It’s been some time since I’ve gone to a party with people that are...worth the while, if you get what I mean.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes at you, understanding what you had insinuated. “From what I just saw, it looked like you didn’t like him, though?”

You shrugged. “He was good, but I don’t like when guys get clingy and start asking when they can see me again. Not that fast, at least. Pathetic.”

He laughed heartily at this, you were the same Y/N as usual—talking shit about the men you fucked.

As you and Hoseok talked about your sexual activity right in front of Yoongi, Yoongi, who had been standing beside Hoseok the entire time, had been long forgotten. While listening to your conversation had been rather amusing, he cleared his throat to remind Hoseok of his presence, which seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, right, Y/N, this is my friend, SUGA PD,” he gestured to Yoongi. “SUGA, this is my friend, Y/N.”

For the first time that night, Yoongi’s eyes locked with yours, and to him, it felt as though your brown irises were piercing into his flesh. Hoseok had mentioned a Y/N in the past—you were one of his closest friends, so naturally, your name came up occasionally in conversation. Based on what Hoseok had already told him about you, you were a model under their rival company but had recently switched to model under Hoseok and Yoongi’s company. Although the two of you were close friends, Hoseok had previously described you as, “so beautiful it hurts”, and “to die for”. Back then, Yoongi thought his friend had been exaggerating, which was not unusual on his part, but damn, the guy wasn’t kidding. You weren’t just beautiful, your beauty was enthralling—not to mention how cool he thought you were for having a tattoo of hands holding constellations on your right forearm. From head to toe, you were stunning and exuded a powerful aura that radiated confidence and made Yoongi’s spine tingle. Knowing your profession as a model, having some semblance of self-confidence was expected, but in that short moment he had met you, he knew yours exceeded the expected—not that he found anything wrong with that, it was just rare. This was the feature he found most captivating about you.

“Right, the famous SUGA PD. I have some of your music. It’s pretty tight.” You extended your hand to shake Yoongi’s, which had already been ready to shake yours before you suddenly retracted your hand and settled for a small wave while smiling sheepishly. It was then when Yoongi guessed you had avoided shaking hands with him because you had been using your hands for...other things that had taken place in the empty room just a few minutes prior. He took no offense to this and instead felt gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said, both in regards to your compliment and for your kind gesture in regards to sanitation. “Hoseok has mentioned you a few times,” he added, earning a light punch from Hoseok for exposing him.

You chuckled while curling a strand of hair around your finger, “All good things, I hope.” You weren’t going to lie, Yoongi was cute. You had seen him in pictures and in his music videos, but from up close he was fine. A fine ass piece of a man with beautiful, beautiful teeth. His skincare game was strong, too, which was something you both liked and admired in a person.

“I mean, I don’t have anything bad to say about you, Y/N. Especially since I know you’d kick my ass if I talked badly about you.” Hoseok scratched the back of his head, recalling a time in which you had, in fact, kicked his ass for drunkenly telling a mutual friend—who snitched on him to you, by the way—that you smelled like dick.

You clicked your tongue, recalling that time as well. “Talk shit, get hit. You know how it is.” You both laughed. “I’m under the same company as the both of you now. The company I was in treated me like complete shit, which I don’t take well, so I bounced.” Yoongi arched a brow, so you continued. “I mean, I was getting good money, but they talked down to me, which is an immediate strike in my book. I went off on this one dude in the company who thought he was big shit and said I was lacking, so I told him his dick was lacking, grody, and that it was a damn shame that he only lasted five minutes that one time I sucked him off, so he threatened to have me fired, but then I flipped him off and quit right on the spot.” You ended with a shrug and Yoongi’s mouth, as well as Hoseok’s, had fallen agape. Their eyes were wide with disbelief.

Yoongi was surprised by how frank you were being with him, considering how the both of you had only just met. You were sharp-tongued, smart-mouthed, vivacious, witty, and carried yourself with a confidence anyone would envy. Not forgetting to mention you were exhilarating in every form possible, from your beautiful curls, to your curvaceous body. It was especially your self-confidence and the way you carried yourself that had been enrapturing to him and probably to many others. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel goosebumps being in your very presence.

Hoseok, on the other hand, was accustomed to your antics. “Y/N...Jesus. I want to say I can’t believe it, but that was so Y/N-esque of you.” He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“What the fuck,” Yoongi blurted out. He hadn’t said much before—he had already been so tired from interacting with the other party guests that he had very little energy for social interaction left in him, so during the time he had met you, he had only uttered a few words. But for some reason, he suddenly felt like asking you a million-and-one questions. In the short time he had met you, he realized you were very interesting. And yeah, a lot of people are interesting, however, not to sound cliché, but you had something about you that stuck out to him. “He deserved that shit, honestly. I’m glad you told him off. Shit, I would have too. I think you’ll like it much better under our company.”

“‘What the fuck’ is right,” you laughed louder than usual, surprised by Yoongi’s sudden change in demeanor. You could tell he had gained a sudden interest, but was apprehensive to press on further about the subject. He was really cute and reserved, you noted, and his sudden change in behavior was also cute. “I hope so, hopping from company to company is fucking tiring.”

“Well, depends on what type of company you’re referring to,” Hoseok joked, earning an eye roll and a scoff from both you and Yoongi at the same time, which you both immediately caught and snickered over together. Hoseok’s eyebrow perked up at this interaction.  

“Anyways, I promised my friends I’d get plastered with them tonight and should probably go and find them. We’ll probably be seeing each other more often now, so take care of me,” You sing-songed and winked at Yoongi, earning a small, amused smirk from him in return.

“I will. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” He smiled warmly, showing you those beautiful teeth again. This time, his smile was different. You knew he had taken an interest in you, but that wasn’t new for you. You had to admit, you were an interesting, complex person. But the way his demeanor had suddenly changed into something more charming had caught you slightly off-guard.

“Nice meeting you, too, Sugar.” You hugged him this time and didn’t miss how his body went rigid under your touch. “See you later, Hoseok.” You hugged Hoseok as well, adding a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Hoseok had grown accustomed to your hugs and cheek kisses throughout your friendship, so he thought nothing of it but knew Yoongi would probably ask questions later, considering the skinship he and you shared. “Call me if you need anything or if anything happens, ’kay?” He rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. But thanks, babe.”

When you were out of sight, Yoongi still hadn’t moved from the spot where you had hugged him. You had left him, quite frankly, shook. When you hugged him, he noticed you smelled like roses and a hint of vanilla. And your arms, breasts, and torso pressed against him were warm, so warm, to the point where he almost missed your touch. You sent all of his senses on overdrive. He felt stupid for freezing up and not returning the hug and mentally chided himself—he had been in shock by the suddenness, after all. He also didn’t miss how you had called him “Sugar”, rather than “Suga”, in a way that resembled flirting.

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s immobility and far-away expression. He was stunned. You had such a presence that it let everyone shaking in their boots, so Hoseok knew that his friend had been under your spell.

He put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and shook him lightly. “Yoongi, you okay?” He laughed.

Yoongi quickly snapped out of it and returned to a state of normalcy, dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah, I just—wow.”

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Incredible.”

Hoseok eyed his best friend carefully, it wasn’t always that Yoongi reacted so strongly to the presence or existence of a woman or man.

“She’s fucking hilarious and seems a bit intimidating, but she’s a good person and a great friend.” Yoongi nodded, not quite looking at Hoseok and once again drifting out of focus. “And she’s phenomenal in bed,” he added.

And Yoongi’s attention had returned, eyes snapping back to Hoseok. “You’ve had sex with her? Wait, so are you both a thing? She calls you ‘babe’.”

“Nah, we’re best friends who had sex together once, well, maybe twice and I kind of had feelings for her for some time? but she made it clear that she doesn’t date, just prefers to sleep around.” Hoseok noticed the way Yoongi held his attention onto him, the faint look of hope that had flashed in his eyes diminishing. A sigh escaped Hoseok’s lips. “Unless you just want sex, don’t even look at her, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a bit disappointed knowing this fact, and for what? He didn’t date either and had decided to instead dedicate his time and expend his energy into his music, at least until he felt ready to date. The people he had dated in the past had used him for his money and fame, and left him wallowing in his own hurt. The people he had dated prior to his fame had used him for his kindness and then fucked him over. These instances that had left him wounded had made him apprehensive of romantic relationships. And who knew which kind of person you would be? What he did know was that he couldn’t take the risk of finding out. When things went well with someone, his apprehension and self-doubt would get the best of him and he would end things before they got serious. Besides, he knew that he would be far too occupied with his own work to have a proper and fair relationship with his significant other. If he was going to be with someone, he wanted to give his all into their relationship; they didn’t deserve having to wait around for him, they didn’t deserve to be dragged into a relationship that was tedious and disappointing. Dating you was out of the question anyways, considering you only messed around. No matter how interesting, hilarious, or enrapturing you had been, it just was not possible. Besides, even if you did date, Yoongi would have probably fucked up somehow and chickened out along the way of trying to become something with you like he usually did with the women and men he felt attraction to. Dating was scary. Why was he even thinking about this in the first place?

He shook the thought of dating out of his head. “I need a shot.” He decided.

[brujalatina]

loyalty | 01

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 3k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: this is for my black ‘n brown, not-skinny, curly-haired hoes cuz i’m tired of reading fics where the reader is described with white features and my black pussy can’t relate! :)) lmk what y’all think. also listen to loyalty by kendrick lamar ft. rihanna i think the song is fitting for this fic

Yoongi had never been a fan of parties. Really, he hated them.

They were messy, loud, and took time away from work. The time spent at a party was the time he could have been spending in his studio working on the production of a new piece of music. Parties deterred him from working, and as someone who was completely dedicated and committed to his music, he hated it.

Parties weren’t all bad, though. It allowed for Yoongi to form connections with other people within the music industry for opportunities to collaborate with them, or to form connections people involved with major media outlets that would help him gain more exposure (not that he needed any more than he already had). That is, if these connections weren’t wasted enough to carry a proper conversation regarding work at a party, which was almost rare. Sometimes Yoongi was lucky enough to make these connections at parties, but more often than not, people were too shit-faced to function.

Taking a swig of his Jack Daniel’s, Yoongi sighed as he tore his eyes away from potential connections among the crowd of dancing bodies and brought his attention back towards the song notebook he carried with him everywhere. In the midst of the party he had been attending, he was working on ideas for a new song he had promised he would help his friend and colleague, Hoseok, with. He was the reason he had been attending the party anyways—to form new connections, but most importantly, to have fun. Hoseok knew Yoongi almost rarely stepped out of his studio at home, so he dragged his best friend out to party at a club he had rented with the excuse of working on a new song between drinks. He felt that he had been doing Yoongi a favor by coercing him into attending this party, and Yoongi had always been weak for his best friend, so he no choice but to cave in. Needless to say, Yoongi was regretting allowing Hoseok to convince him to leave his studio for the party.

A large hand gripped Yoongi’s shoulder as they shoved their face in front of Yoongi’s, smile as bright as ever. “Hi! Sorry, I’m back.”

“Hobi,” Yoongi said, unamused. “You sure took your time.”

Removing his hand from Yoongi’s shoulder, he took a seat next to his best friend and ordered a drink, then turned to face him. “I was catching up with one of my party guests for the longest time, hadn’t seen him in a few months.” As he spoke, he spotted Yoongi’s notebook on the bar counter. “I told you to come have fun, not work.” He frowned.

Yoongi massaged his temples, annoyance clear in his features from not being able to work on the task at hand due to the heavy music resounding in the loft. “I know, but I wanted to get a head start on that song of yours that you’re stuck on.”

Hoseok smiled at this, touched that his best friend was taking his work so seriously for his sake, but not at all surprised. Yoongi took music, in general, quite seriously. “And I appreciate that—I do! but we can work on that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to relax. You need it.”

Hoseok was right, when was the last time he had taken a break from work? Yoongi would have guessed that New Year’s Eve had been the last time he spent more than 24 hours outside of his studio, spending the holiday with his family instead. Not even on his birthday a month ago had he taken a break from work. He held so much love and dedication for his job that he felt he didn’t need breaks. Like people felt at peace through mediation, producing music made him feel euphoric and accomplished, and the feeling was addicting. Still, he did have to admit that the dark circles under his eyes from long nights working in his studio had only become darker. His weight had been reducing as well from skipped meals and his doctor had already reprimanded him for his malnutrition. Yes, Hoseok was absolutely right about him, as usual. He needed to take a break for once. Yoongi nodded and downed the rest of his drink. “Fine, you’re right. I’ll take a break. Just for tonight.”

Hoseok’s face beamed, relishing in the fact that Yoongi was being complacent with him, yet again. “Ok! Before anything, there are a few people here I’d like to introduce you to.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s arm and pulled him into the crowd of bodies that were either dancing or were engaged in conversation over the blaring music, introducing Yoongi to some new artists that had recently entered the music industry.

As Yoongi and Hoseok continued to search for more people to mingle with, Hoseok changed directions upon spotting a familiar curly head of hair in the distance and began walking towards it while Yoongi followed.

She had been leaving one of the empty rooms in the club, pulling down the ends of her red, deep, v-neck bodycon dress that had risen considerably over her thick thighs, almost exposing her entire ass, and then pulled her dress straps over her shoulder and adjusted her breasts in the least undisguised form possible. A man left the room behind her, they exchanged a few words—he was visibly upset—and she rolled her eyes at him as she shooed him away with her hand.

Hoseok walked up to her as Yoongi followed by his side. “Hey, Y/N! How are you doing?”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug in which he had quickly and warmly returned. “I’m great. Thanks for the invite, babe. It’s been some time since I’ve gone to a party with people that are...worth the while, if you get what I mean.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes at you, understanding what you had insinuated. “From what I just saw, it looked like you didn’t like him, though?”

You shrugged. “He was good, but I don’t like when guys get clingy and start asking when they can see me again. Not that fast, at least. Pathetic.”

He laughed heartily at this, you were the same Y/N as usual—talking shit about the men you fucked.

As you and Hoseok talked about your sexual activity right in front of Yoongi, Yoongi, who had been standing beside Hoseok the entire time, had been long forgotten. While listening to your conversation had been rather amusing, he cleared his throat to remind Hoseok of his presence, which seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, right, Y/N, this is my friend, SUGA PD,” he gestured to Yoongi. “SUGA, this is my friend, Y/N.”

For the first time that night, Yoongi’s eyes locked with yours, and to him, it felt as though your brown irises were piercing into his flesh. Hoseok had mentioned a Y/N in the past—you were one of his closest friends, so naturally, your name came up occasionally in conversation. Based on what Hoseok had already told him about you, you were a model under their rival company but had recently switched to model under Hoseok and Yoongi’s company. Although the two of you were close friends, Hoseok had previously described you as, “so beautiful it hurts”, and “to die for”. Back then, Yoongi thought his friend had been exaggerating, which was not unusual on his part, but damn, the guy wasn’t kidding. You weren’t just beautiful, your beauty was enthralling—not to mention how cool he thought you were for having a tattoo of hands holding constellations on your right forearm. From head to toe, you were stunning and exuded a powerful aura that radiated confidence and made Yoongi’s spine tingle. Knowing your profession as a model, having some semblance of self-confidence was expected, but in that short moment he had met you, he knew yours exceeded the expected—not that he found anything wrong with that, it was just rare. This was the feature he found most captivating about you.

“Right, the famous SUGA PD. I have some of your music. It’s pretty tight.” You extended your hand to shake Yoongi’s, which had already been ready to shake yours before you suddenly retracted your hand and settled for a small wave while smiling sheepishly. It was then when Yoongi guessed you had avoided shaking hands with him because you had been using your hands for...other things that had taken place in the empty room just a few minutes prior. He took no offense to this and instead felt gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said, both in regards to your compliment and for your kind gesture in regards to sanitation. “Hoseok has mentioned you a few times,” he added, earning a light punch from Hoseok for exposing him.

You chuckled while curling a strand of hair around your finger, “All good things, I hope.” You weren’t going to lie, Yoongi was cute. You had seen him in pictures and in his music videos, but from up close he was fine. A fine ass piece of a man with beautiful, beautiful teeth. His skincare game was strong, too, which was something you both liked and admired in a person.

“I mean, I don’t have anything bad to say about you, Y/N. Especially since I know you’d kick my ass if I talked badly about you.” Hoseok scratched the back of his head, recalling a time in which you had, in fact, kicked his ass for drunkenly telling a mutual friend—who snitched on him to you, by the way—that you smelled like dick.

You clicked your tongue, recalling that time as well. “Talk shit, get hit. You know how it is.” You both laughed. “I’m under the same company as the both of you now. The company I was in treated me like complete shit, which I don’t take well, so I bounced.” Yoongi arched a brow, so you continued. “I mean, I was getting good money, but they talked down to me, which is an immediate strike in my book. I went off on this one dude in the company who thought he was big shit and said I was lacking, so I told him his dick was lacking, grody, and that it was a damn shame that he only lasted five minutes that one time I sucked him off, so he threatened to have me fired, but then I flipped him off and quit right on the spot.” You ended with a shrug and Yoongi’s mouth, as well as Hoseok’s, had fallen agape. Their eyes were wide with disbelief.

Yoongi was surprised by how frank you were being with him, considering how the both of you had only just met. You were sharp-tongued, smart-mouthed, vivacious, witty, and carried yourself with a confidence anyone would envy. Not forgetting to mention you were exhilarating in every form possible, from your beautiful curls, to your curvaceous body. It was especially your self-confidence and the way you carried yourself that had been enrapturing to him and probably to many others. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel goosebumps being in your very presence.

Hoseok, on the other hand, was accustomed to your antics. “Y/N...Jesus. I want to say I can’t believe it, but that was so Y/N-esque of you.” He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“What the fuck,” Yoongi blurted out. He hadn’t said much before—he had already been so tired from interacting with the other party guests that he had very little energy for social interaction left in him, so during the time he had met you, he had only uttered a few words. But for some reason, he suddenly felt like asking you a million-and-one questions. In the short time he had met you, he realized you were very interesting. And yeah, a lot of people are interesting, however, not to sound cliché, but you had something about you that stuck out to him. “He deserved that shit, honestly. I’m glad you told him off. Shit, I would have too. I think you’ll like it much better under our company.”

“‘What the fuck’ is right,” you laughed louder than usual, surprised by Yoongi’s sudden change in demeanor. You could tell he had gained a sudden interest, but was apprehensive to press on further about the subject. He was really cute and reserved, you noted, and his sudden change in behavior was also cute. “I hope so, hopping from company to company is fucking tiring.”

“Well, depends on what type of company you’re referring to,” Hoseok joked, earning an eye roll and a scoff from both you and Yoongi at the same time, which you both immediately caught and snickered over together. Hoseok’s eyebrow perked up at this interaction.  

“Anyways, I promised my friends I’d get plastered with them tonight and should probably go and find them. We’ll probably be seeing each other more often now, so take care of me,” You sing-songed and winked at Yoongi, earning a small, amused smirk from him in return.

“I will. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” He smiled warmly, showing you those beautiful teeth again. This time, his smile was different. You knew he had taken an interest in you, but that wasn’t new for you. You had to admit, you were an interesting, complex person. But the way his demeanor had suddenly changed into something more charming had caught you slightly off-guard.

“Nice meeting you, too, Sugar.” You hugged him this time and didn’t miss how his body went rigid under your touch. “See you later, Hoseok.” You hugged Hoseok as well, adding a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Hoseok had grown accustomed to your hugs and cheek kisses throughout your friendship, so he thought nothing of it but knew Yoongi would probably ask questions later, considering the skinship he and you shared. “Call me if you need anything or if anything happens, ’kay?” He rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. But thanks, babe.”

When you were out of sight, Yoongi still hadn’t moved from the spot where you had hugged him. You had left him, quite frankly, shook. When you hugged him, he noticed you smelled like roses and a hint of vanilla. And your arms, breasts, and torso pressed against him were warm, so warm, to the point where he almost missed your touch. You sent all of his senses on overdrive. He felt stupid for freezing up and not returning the hug and mentally chided himself—he had been in shock by the suddenness, after all. He also didn’t miss how you had called him “Sugar”, rather than “Suga”, in a way that resembled flirting.

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s immobility and far-away expression. He was stunned. You had such a presence that it let everyone shaking in their boots, so Hoseok knew that his friend had been under your spell.

He put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and shook him lightly. “Yoongi, you okay?” He laughed.

Yoongi quickly snapped out of it and returned to a state of normalcy, dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah, I just—wow.”

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Incredible.”

Hoseok eyed his best friend carefully, it wasn’t always that Yoongi reacted so strongly to the presence or existence of a woman or man.

“She’s fucking hilarious and seems a bit intimidating, but she’s a good person and a great friend.” Yoongi nodded, not quite looking at Hoseok and once again drifting out of focus. “And she’s phenomenal in bed,” he added.

And Yoongi’s attention had returned, eyes snapping back to Hoseok. “You’ve had sex with her? Wait, so are you both a thing? She calls you ‘babe’.”

“Nah, we’re best friends who had sex together once, well, maybe twice and I kind of had feelings for her for some time? but she made it clear that she doesn’t date, just prefers to sleep around.” Hoseok noticed the way Yoongi held his attention onto him, the faint look of hope that had flashed in his eyes diminishing. A sigh escaped Hoseok’s lips. “Unless you just want sex, don’t even look at her, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a bit disappointed knowing this fact, and for what? He didn’t date either and had decided to instead dedicate his time and expend his energy into his music, at least until he felt ready to date. The people he had dated in the past had used him for his money and fame, and left him wallowing in his own hurt. The people he had dated prior to his fame had used him for his kindness and then fucked him over. These instances that had left him wounded had made him apprehensive of romantic relationships. And who knew which kind of person you would be? What he did know was that he couldn’t take the risk of finding out. When things went well with someone, his apprehension and self-doubt would get the best of him and he would end things before they got serious. Besides, he knew that he would be far too occupied with his own work to have a proper and fair relationship with his significant other. If he was going to be with someone, he wanted to give his all into their relationship; they didn’t deserve having to wait around for him, they didn’t deserve to be dragged into a relationship that was tedious and disappointing. Dating you was out of the question anyways, considering you only messed around. No matter how interesting, hilarious, or enrapturing you had been, it just was not possible. Besides, even if you did date, Yoongi would have probably fucked up somehow and chickened out along the way of trying to become something with you like he usually did with the women and men he felt attraction to. Dating was scary. Why was he even thinking about this in the first place?

He shook the thought of dating out of his head. “I need a shot.” He decided.