Halsey had a baby boy!!!! I’m so happy for her. She deserves this so much for being unable to be a mom for years. She’s gonna be a GREAT mom. Miracles do happen.
other members as background characters: mainly johnny, doyoung
warnings: unprotected sex, abuse of alcohol, smoking, reader has an abusive ex, public fingering, mentions of high school bullying
summary: “Taeyong isn’t a fan of surrealism. When he decided to enroll into art school he did it for his love of Renaissance, Baroque, the obvious and undeniablebeauty of Rococo. He liked the simple things and led a simple life, until he met you; the obvious beauty of a classmate you were that would make him feel more things than what he thought was humanely possible. When you’re grouped together in a project dedicated to the works of René Magritte, Taeyong will come to the realization that life immitates art, and life is anything but the preconditioned perceptions of reality he’s used to.”
a/n: this is my entry for Gallery Taeyong collab! Happy belated birthday bubu 🥺 This fic was inspired by the works of surrealist painter René Magritte and specifically The Lovers II. I’ve loved his works for a long time so this was very creatively pleasant for me!
He wouldn’t be so grumpy if he had to take the class for any other art movement.
Taeyong could get lost for days in a mural of the Renaissance, calculating all the different ways the painter managed to achieve total geometric symmetry. He would look at every individual figure, study their body language, their unique expression; discover all the little ways they contributed to the larger masterpiece. It comforted him when he found himself lost amongst the big crowds of students at the art school he attended. Even if he wasn’t the most interesting or gifted one, even in the total black look he sported with only his customized vans giving away his major, maybe he also contributed in his own way to the mural called life.
And sure, he knew why he had to take that class. As frustrating as it is to him, Surrealism is a huge movement that impacted generations of artists, and not learning about it as a painting major would sound criminal to most. He could maybe put up with the mandatory assignment if he had to analyze Dali’s work. Taeyong could at least recognize the talent needed to make those microscopic paintings that were interesting enough to look at. He even got one of those melting clocks as a ‘house (dorm) warming’ gift from his best friend, Doyoung, hanging strangely between the cracks of one of his walls.
Taeyong loved art because it overrated people. Through the strokes of an artist’s brush, he could discover layers of the human psyche; layers that he just couldn’t see in real life. If anything, Taeyong thought he could read people at first sight pretty well. The girl who sometimes talked to him in sculpture class, with the pink hair and baby bangs, has daddy issues. The tall lanky dude that winks at him at the cafeteria, covered in rings and chains and fancy piercings, probably cries himself to sleep. Taeyong, who was bullied again and again throughout his high school years for being different, fades in the background of someone else’s story, making sure that all the shades of black he’s wearing match each other.
The constant rating and assessment of other people exhausted him, but he just couldn’t help it. In the sacredness of his dorm, with no faces to shield away from in fear of getting judged, he could finally be himself.
Unwinding after a long and uneventful day, Taeyong enjoys the smoke that makes his mind a little too foggy to think anymore. The smell sticks on his clothes, the leaves of his indoor plants, it fits itself between those wall cracks. He almost dozes off in the tranquility, sprawled out on his messy sheets, when his phone’s buzz jolts him awake.
Unknown number
hey, we got partnered up together for surrealism class, your friend Ten gave me your number
the professor assigned us Rene Magritte
want to meet up so we can start with the assignment?
Taeyong might have skipped the first class of Surrealism 101. Blame it on being a good friend, or his inability to handle alcohol, let alone whiskey. Being a Philosophy major wasn’t easy for one’s sanity, and Doyoung went on a serious existential crisis last night. Not to mention, the nonsensical nature of Surrealism sure doesn’t go well with a bad hangover. Damn Plato.
me
uhh yeah sorry for being mia yesterday
you can come over to my dorm this evening if you want
Unknown number
give me your location, I’ll be there at 8
I’m y/n btw
The knock on his door came twenty minutes past eight. Taeyong quickly puts out the cigarette that was busying his lips, already missing the bitter taste of smoke when he gets to the door.
“You must be Taeyong. I’m y/n.”
Beautiful. That is the first word that pops into his head when he lays his eyes on you.
pairing: icehockeyplayer!mark x figureskater!reader
words: 2.6k+
summary: mark lee is the only thing standing in the way of your team’s victory. therefore, fucking him dumb is the best way to defeat him.
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, overstimulation, constant fucking, bathroom sex, talks of car blowjobs, sex on the floor, (slight) breeding kink, creampie, hair pulling
disclaimer: i have no idea how figure skating or ice hockey works, i literally fell on my ass when i tried to step on the ice
THIS IS ONE OF THE HARDEST VOCAL TECHNIQUES FOR ME TO PULL OFF. I HAVE NEVER SUCCESSFULLY DONE THIS AND THIS FUCKER PROBABLY DOES IT FOR FUN IN HIS SPARE TIME.
FUCK YOU, KYUNGSOO! IT’S SHIT LIKE THIS THAT’S WHY YOU’RE MY BIAS 😭😭😭
@royal-aeris voicing my exact fucking opinions this motherfucker literally slid around my ears and my heart
should I? 👀 i mean it’s literally mxm lumark so there’s no reader or “y/n” or any ocs it’s just nct and i think i has vernon and hongjoong in it at some point,,, it’s smutty with dom!pothead!lucas and churchboy!innocent!mark so y’all would like that lmao it’s not that long (it was like within 50 tweets but i’d have to combine it some) but if y’all want it lmk
