it's okay it was your birthday

Okay, but it's not just about getting paid to prance around in a princess costume

Let me tell you a story.  Once at a party, I had all the little girls sitting around me and I was asking them about their favorite parts of all the princess movies.  The birthday girl was sitting next to me, and tells me, “Princess, your skin is the same color as mine.”  I smile and agree, and try to move the game along, but she interrupts and says, “Your skin is brown and you’re a princess.  It’s the same color as mine, but you’re a princess.”

“Well, if my skin is brown and your skin is brown, and I’m a princess, then you must be a princess too.” I tell her.  And then I spent the next 10 minutes assuring all the black girls at the party that yes, they have lovely skin and yes, they can be princesses with me.

This happens at most of the parties I go to.  I have had my arm stroked, my hair patted, my skin color commented on more times than I can remember. I am not simply hired out to entertain a bunch of cute little girls dressed in poofy skirts who want to play with a big girl in a poofier skirt.  I am hired out because I am an affirmation. For these little black girls (and boys!  I’ve dazzled a few of them too) Princess Tiana is proof that for once, they can be special BECAUSE of the color of their skin, not IN SPITE OF.

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“There’s always that one person that can make you smile, even when you’re at your lowest”

Happy Birthday Niall !!

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Sunshine Child for the birthday girl, Cass!!

  • Ravenclaw: Can I please have a hint about what my birthday present is?
  • Gryffindor: Okay, fine. When it's cold, I am hot but, when it is hot, I'll probably still be hot.
  • Ravenclaw: I don't get it... Is this about the weather or something?
  • Gryffindor: No, it's a riddle
  • Ravenclaw: Oh. I'm not good at riddles.
  • Gryffindor: How do you get into your dormitory then?
  • Ravenclaw: I wait for someone else to answer the riddle for me...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @queenofthyme!!!! I AM NOT LATE IT IS NOT YET MIDNIGHT WHERE I AM BUT ALMOST AAAH OMG

LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do. 

But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!

The Tail of Knee(zle) the Bard by Chicken Bake (me)

Summary: Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness

I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3

Okay so this idea popped into my head you guys and I had to.

i am currently very tired it is quite late (1 AM) but this just really needed to happen because my sleepy tired brain said OH HELL YES to this idea and here we are. Im not great at Chibi okay, just leave me be. Also I included Robin because I fuckin love that guy and his work he’s a marvelous human being

It’s also 16 million subs time, which mean probably like five people will actually see my crazed doodle (hello!), so if you don’t think that its absolute crap (I do) drop a like. -scroll on if you don’t want to read about my jack experience, mmkay? Thanks, have fun on tumblr!-

I found Jack at about 3 mil, but the first video I watched was his 1 mil subscriber Draw my Life. He was adorable, and Irish, and I was intruiged. At the time, he was uploading the Deadpool series, and it had just started. So I watched that. And Bully. And all of Stranded Deep, Subnautica, Sims 4, and The Escapists, in a week or so. I loved the energy and spirit that he had, though, to me, he wasn’t all that loud haha.

Flash forward to now, (three? it’s about three, maybe four) years later, and I’m off to college. I still watch Jack daily, usually both videos. Only one if it’s horror, lol, I’m a baby and can’t handle the scares. I still love his energy and spirit, and I appreciate how Jack has matured and grown along with the channel. I hope to continue to watch his content for as long as he makes it.

Oh wow are you still reading this…uh…not sure how to end it… hi? Thank you for taking your time to read this, have a good rest of your day/night in this tag!

yes i know that the can has wrong perspective shut up it’s one in the morning and im trying to draw cut me some slack okay thanks

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zelo for @choijnuhong

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Happy 22nd Birthday Michael Clifford. May God bless you and your beautiful. You deserve happiness and love. Stay hydrated and take care of yourself. We love you. <3 

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molly weasley;

“[harry’s]’s not your son,” said sirius quietly. “he’s as good as,” said mrs. weasley fiercely. “who else has he got?”

for @padfootd

ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
      sᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ( ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ) ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ!


  • ❝ This is the story of how I died. ❞
  • ❝ That’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. ❞
  • ❝ And for that one moment, everything was perfect. ❞
  • ❝ Why can’t I go outside? ❞
  • ❝ The outside world is a dangerous place filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here where you’re safe. ❞
  • ❝ All the things we’ve seen and its only eight in the morning. ❞
  • ❝ Stop taking everything so seriously. ❞
  • ❝ Stop with the mumbling, you know how I feel about the mumbling. ❞
  • ❝ I distinctly remember your birthday was last year. ❞
  • ❝ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t trust me. ❞
  • ❝ Okay, okay, okay…I’ve got a person in my closet. ❞
  • ❝ I do hate leaving you after an argument, especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. ❞
  • ❝ You are not leaving this tower! Ever! ❞
  • ❝ Ugh, great. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear. ❞
  • ❝ I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. ❞
  • ❝ Who are you, and how did you find me? ❞
  • ❝ I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…hi. How ya doin’? ❞
  • ❝ I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story. ❞
  • ❝ I have made the decision to trust you. ❞
  • ❝ Tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. ❞
  • ❝ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. ❞
  • ❝ Well that’s okay, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a despicable human being. ❞
  • ❝ You know I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ❞
  • ❝ This is part of growing up. ❞
  • ❝ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ❞
  • ❝ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ❞
  • ❝ Go. Live your dream. ❞
  • ❝ Someone get me a glass, ‘cause I just found me a tall drink of water. ❞ 
  • ❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞
  • ❝ I have got to get me one of these. ❞
  • ❝ I was going to offer you something worth one thousand crowns, would have made you rich beyond belief. ❞
  • ❝ A gift like that, well, it has to be protected. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my reputation. ❞
  • ❝ Well a fake reputation is all a man has. ❞
  • ❝ Why would he/she like you, come on now really. ❞
  • ❝ Look at you! Do you think that he/she’s impressed? ❞
  • ❝ I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that. ❞
  • ❝ All good things to those who wait. ❞
  • ❝ Well I hope you came to apologize. ❞ 
  • ❝ I need you not to get him arrested. ❞
  • ❝ What if its not everything I dreamed it would be? ❞
  • ❝ And what if it is? What do I do then? ❞
  • ❝ You get to go find a new dream. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not scared anymore. ❞
  • ❝ We want him/her instead. ❞
  • ❝ The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it. ❞
  • ❝ I’m the lost princess. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power. ❞
  • ❝ But I should have been hiding from you. ❞
  • ❝ Where will you go? He/She won’t be there for you. ❞
  • ❝ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ❞
  • ❝ You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s see how fast you can run. ❞
  • ❝ We’re going where no one will ever find you again. ❞
  • ❝Our secret will die with him. ❞
  • ❝ I will never stop trying to get away from you. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t let you die. ❞
  • ❝ But if you do this, then you will die. ❞
  • ❝ You were my new dream. ❞
  • ❝ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for brunettes? ❞
  • ❝ After years and years of asking, and asking, and asking, I finally said yes. ❞
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to our park chamsae, our seoul person, our sebaohla: happy birthday! we are so proud of everything you’ve done. thank you for chasing your dreams. thank you for always working so hard. thank you for always making us happy. always stay happy and healthy, okay? we love you more than words could ever describe. happy birthday, park woojin!

This is a second part of my fic about Mike and his dad that I posted a few days ago, you can find the first part in my writing tag (allie writes). I’m thinking about writing a third part with a bit of a Mike and Hopper bonding too. Anyway, enjoy!

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Ted Wheeler left on the day of his son’s fifteenth birthday.

It was a warm Saturday, June evening. The whole party, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, gathered in the basement, with the exception of El, who was yet to come.

‘Okay, so you guys are going to teach me that nerdy game of yours today, right? ’ Steve asked, throwing a chips into his mouth, and focusing very hard on pushing away the remains of hurt he felt when he looked at Nancy and Jonathan.

'Its a very serious board game! If you’re going to be a part of the party, you need to take it seriously!’ exclaimed Mike, deeply offended.

'Whatever you said, birthday boy. ’ said Steve, raising his hands defensively. As soon as he said it, the doorbell rang and Mike jumped up, nearly knocking the D&D table over.

'I… Uh… I’ll just…’ he stammered, trying to smooth down his button-up navy blue shirt his mom made him wear.

'Just go already, Romeo!’ Dustin grinned.

Mike rolled his eyes and nearly ran up the stairs. He approached the front door and took a deep breath. He felt ridiculous, still feeling this way everytime he was about to see her, but he couldn’t help it.

The door opened and Mike thought he must have looked even more ridiculous than he felt.

El was wearing a black 'The Clash’ t-shirt she got from Will and Jonathan for her fourteenth birthday, tucked into a dark red knee-length skirt. Her curly hair that reached her shoulders now were neatly braided on one side, leaving the rest of the hair wild. She was smiling softly, looking up at him with her doe eyes.

He forgot to breathe for a moment.

'El. ’ he said breathlessly, feeling a stupid grin grow on his face.

Hopper, who was standing next to her, holding a big package, cleared his throat. Mike looked at him, blinking.

'Uh, hi Hopper. ’

'Hi kid. ’ Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head at the teenager. 'Happy birthday.’

He handed Mike the package. The boy took it, and huffed. It was surprisingly heavy.

'What’s that? ’

'How about you find out and chief comes in for a coffee and a piece of cake? ’ said Karen, who appeared in the doorway.

'I should get going Karen, I’m on a diet, and I have… ’

'Joyce’s here too. ’

Jim scratched his head. El shot him a knowing look, nudging him with her elbow.

'I guess a piece of cake won’t hurt. ’ he grumbled and followed Karen to the living room shooting a warning look at Mike, but smiling lightly at the same time.

'Happy birthday. ’ said El, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on his warm skin for a few seconds. Her hands rested on his arms, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 'And stop growing.’ she huffed.

He chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose, which she scrunched up adorably.

'Open your present. ’

He kneeled down and lifted the lid of the box, looking inside.

'No shit!’

'Michael!’ his mother reprimanded from the living room, but Mike just looked up at El.

'This is so cool!’

Inside there was a brand new brown typing machine.

'So you can write your stories.’ El said shyly. 'Is it like the one you wanted?’

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Due to the growth spurt he experienced during last year, her face was buried in his chest, but at times like that she didn’t mind the height difference at all.

'Thank you. ’ he breathed.

'You guys coming or are you going to suck face here all night?’ Dustin’s voice interrupted, as their impatient friend came up from the basement. 'You look totally bitchin’, El. ’ he added, grinning at her. She grinned back, pulling back from Mike, who made a face at Dustin and grabbed the box.

'I, uh… I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just take this to my room. ’ Mike said. 'You guys go ahead. ’

El glanced at him, sensing that he was a little uneasy, but decided to talk to him about it later, and went down with Dustin.

Mike carried the box to his room, and then entered the living room.

'Mom… Did dad call, or something? ’ he muttered awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Joyce and Hopper. 'I mean… He stayed in work longer, right?’

Karen nodded, looking at her son with concern.

'Do you wanna wait for him, with the cake?’

Mike gripped a button of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips together.

'No. Just… Can we just have it now?’

'Of course. ’

He marched towards the basement, stopping before he reached the stairs. He pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in deeply and wiping a stray bit of moisture in the corner of his eye.

I don’t care.

I do not care. The same way he doesn’t care.

I do not care.

Straightening his back, he walked down.

Holly joined the group, insisting she was going to braid Max’s hair. The redhead really wanted to protest, but it took one smile and a dash of 'Wheeler charm’ and there she was, sitting on the floor while the six year old fiddled with her fiery strands.

'Look, Mikey!’ Holly exclaimed, showing him one of the two braids she was making.

'This is really pretty Holls. ’ he smiled at her, suppressing the storm inside his head.

For them. You’re a damn happy fifteen year old. You are. Act like it. You don’t care. He doesn’t have to be here for you to be happy. You never needed him anyway. He never really wanted to be here for you.

'Mike? Hey, Mike?’

'What?’ Mike looked at Lucas.

'You spaced out again. You alright, man?’ his friend had a concerned look on his face.

'Yeah, sorry.’

'Do you have that character sheet you made for Steve?’

'Character sheet for… oh, sure. Wait a sec. ’ he approached the shelf, taking his DM notebook and rummaging through it. 'Yeah, here it is. Steve the Fighter. ’

He presented the page to Steve. He scanned the text and his eyes grew wide. ’

'That’s so cool! And I have a spiked bat here too! And I…’

'Act like a seven year old? ’ added Max, grinning at him from her spot on the floor. He showed her his tongue and grinned to himself.

'Thats real cool. Thanks, Wheely. ’ he ruffled Mike’s hair.

Mike smiled despite himself and felt the urge to laugh.

He, Mike Wheeler,was turning fifteen, and was about to play Dungeons and Dragons with Steve freaking Harrington, who somehow managed to unofficially become a honorary older brother to all of them. Among many strange things that happened during last few years, this was possibly one of the strangest. Despite everything, though, Mike decided to be a normal teenager and let go of the things that kept him from enjoying his own birthday.

And for a while he succeeded. They were laughing, playing, listening to music that Jonathan brought. He was holding El’s hand under the table, and she was resting her cheek against his arm. Steve was engrossed in a game even more than the boys, El, who already grasped the concept was getting really good at it, suprising all of them, Max, sporting two glorious braids, teased Mike endlessly when the description parts about 'El the Mage’ turned out to be way longer than the others, Holly, Jonathan and Nancy watching them from the couch, Holly braiding Jonathan’s hair now, to Nancy’s amusement.

Then the cake was there, and he was blowing out the candles, and he could almost feel like he was truly, fully okay.

But then, there was shouting. It was his mother, easily heard from the basement, yelling at her husband for not being there for his son’s birthday. There was yelling, endless yelling, and somehow Mike ended up hugging Holly, who was frozen, scared. She did not understand.

'It’s okay, Holly. It’s okay. I promise. ’ he whispered to her, turning to the only thing he was even slightly good at. Helping. He had to help Holly, he had to be there for Nancy. He didn’t matter all that much, he just needed to make them okay, he needed to make his mom okay, he needed to…

There was silence, dead silence, broken only by his quickened, uneven breath, Holly’s sobs and Nancy’s sniffling. The rest was frozen, unsure what to do or say, Jonathan and Will looking at each other with way too much understanding of the situation, their memories still fresh.

The silence carried on.

He needed to do something, say something, be a man in a boys body, like his father always expected him to but never believed he could be.

And as he passed Holly into Nancy’s arms, with Steve, a concerned look on his face, trying to distract the little girl with his brand new D&D piece.

Mike ran up the stairs, ignoring the calls of his friends.

He came to face his father, a suitcase handle in his hand.

'Dad…?’ he asked, suddenly out of breath, feeling like Troy had just kicked his stomach again.

'Happy birthday, son. ’ Ted said, putting a hand on his arm. His eyes were empty, with just a spark of some sort of guilt hidden deep in them.

And then there was a car being started, driven away. And Mike wasn’t okay. Mike Wheeler was not by any means okay, and the realisation came crashing down on him so quickly he felt the wave of breathtaking panic fill his lungs, felt his hands start to shake, and his chest shook with soundless sobs.

He didn’t even bother to close the door after himself.

They find him at the quarry two hours later, staring at the water reflect the moonlight, his eyes red and puffy, his tall, lanky form shaking.

El is the first one to reach him, having nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. When her hands get a hold the sides of his head and her forehead is pressed against his own, he crumbles to the ground, fresh wave of tears breaking the dam, leaning against her and clinging to her as if he would fall apart if she didn’t hold him together.

'I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry’ he kept repeating, sobbing against her arm as she held his head against her chest, his shaky breath brushing her collar bones, her pressing her lips to his hair, her eyes tightly shut. His hands grasped the back of her shirt desperately as he cried.

'It’s not your fault. Not your fault.’ she said, trying to make him understand, the same way he tried to make her understand all those years ago in the same place.

And then there is Nancy, holding them both, crying against her brothers arm, Jonathan, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Steve, Max… All off them ended up huddled close together.

They sit like that for a long time, until the cries are only silent echoes, and the warm wind kisses their faces as if to comfort them and dry their tears.

@maxmayfield @shattered-quill @ale-le-me @themikewheelers @mxdmax @dadhopper @lucassinclairstan @bob-newby-superhero @poolamp @alabasterswriting

Stay With Me // Jay Park

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of smut.

Summary//Request: Based on Jay Park’s lyrics from his song ‘Stay With Me’. Jay thinks you deserve more than him after he’s forced to cancel spending time with you on your birthday. But, you show him that none of that matters to you - that you’ll always stay with him, no matter what.

Note; not rated M for mature, but includes some suggestive scenes.

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dating jae would include:

a/n: short drabble about my second ult bias jae from day6! i hope this isn’t too shockingly bad, id like to think after almost 6 years of writing fan fiction id be good but looks like its a no :) dt: @jaechicken !! 


- jae would be one of those boyfriends that would tease the crap out of you just because he could 

- like don’t get me wrong, the kid loves you but you’re too easy to tease and of course he can’t resist 

- pda! would be rare [unless he’s jealous, then you can bet he’s all over you]

- i think he’d really enjoy cuddling with a movie on in the background, you sat in his lap whilst his chin rests on your head. he’d be so content that way

- personal hype man??? jae is here. he’d probably hype your ass up just for eating some cereal knowing him 

- i can see him wanting you to wear his clothes, t-shirts, sweaters and such. he’d find it so so adorable to see it swamping you, laughing as you pout at him 

- jae just losing himself whilst talking to you and getting all embarrassed when he realises and asking you to never bring it up 

- i dont think he’d initiate skinship but low key loves it when you do 

- would want to teach you guitar, even if you protest 

- dates mostly including food and movies 

- telling you to “get it” for just breathing honestly, this child 

- texting you 24:7 just to update you on his day if he can’t see you

- he’s a shameless triple texter don’t fight me on this

- both of you annoying the fuck out of brian

- doing anything just to hear that beautiful laugh of his 

- jae telling you to square up for stealing his french fries during your first date 

- kisses are soft with him, he just wants to take it slow with you

- i can either see him worrying himself about confessing his love or he’d be really chill and drop it out of nowhere but either way deep down, he’s super nervous 

- but you smile and kiss him and you see his cheeks turn the loveliest shade of pink :))))))))))

- jae wanting to cook for you but burning it 

- memes

- he’d show you his top memes because he loves you

- prank wars seem very possible but wonpil would give it all away with that sunshine smile of his [we love him regardless]

- swearing to you that he can dance 

- jae: “can we have a sleepover?” 

 you : “jae we live together”

- would enjoy teaching you Korean, would be so proud when you started to recognise words and phrases [if you aren’t already fluent

- wearing his glasses 

- day trips !!! he’d wanna go somewhere cool, like the aquarium 

- sending each other stupid selfies whilst he’s away 

- he’d feel so helpless being away from you for long periods of time and even though he loved his job, he wishes he could see you more 

- both you saying stupid shit : “exhales in ifuckingloveyourstupidass” 

- sometimes you spend hours sat in silence on your phones, cuddled up but it’s okay because its relaxing and you both feel happy with each other close by

- snapshot wars : who can get the most blackmail on the other to post about on their birthday 

- sungjin loves having you around to supervise the children 

- hiding backstage during asc and surprising him 

- he’d walk out, smiling slightly from the fun show, only to see you standing a few metres away. he’d run towards you practically jumping into your arms. i think jae would just love having you to hold and you being there would of made him the happiest guy on earth

- to conclude: he’d always be there for you, i see him being the guy to go from friends to lovers because he’s a shy lil bug when it comes down to it :)) 


a/n: hihi so yea this is my first day6 au !! i hope its enjoyable to read, i will be checking over it, i usually miss typos even with editing so i apologise. i love jae so much he has a special place in my heart so i felt it was only write to do him first :]]] i have a brian au coming in a day or two so watch out !!!! feedback welcome ;; sort of ib: @yikes-anotherkpopblog

Decipiat, Aequum Ludere

Bucky x reader (Sharon x Steve) 

(Sequel to: Decipiat )

Summary: When you found out Steve was cheating on you with Sharon Carter, Bucky was there to help you through it; inevitably, it seems, you and him developed feelings for each other. Now, in a relationship with him for a while, you’re invited to Sharon’s birthday party. Shit goes down. 

A/N: I love Steve, I do. And Sharon is probably great. But in this little thing, they both suck. 

Originally posted by coporolight

“Hey Sugar, you sure you’re up for this?” Bucky comes walking into your room, fumbling with his tie and giving the piece a fabric an annoyed look.

“No” you answer honestly as you sweep some wrinkles from your dress that aren’t there, “but I have to face him sometime”

Bucky looks up at that, his tie -hilariously- half tied and shakes his head. “No, you don’t”

He sets his jaw stubbornly, he’s gonna fight you on this.

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Voltron fandom in a nutshell

Keith: *playing emo songs at 3:00 in the morning* “SHUT UP ALLURA ITS NOT A PHASE”

Lance: “I recognized Keith by his fucking mullet fiGHT ME”

Pidge: *sarcastic remarks @ everyone*

Hunk: *throws toast at Shiro* HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Shiro: “my hair floof is better than ur hair floof- goddammit Keith get ur shit together”

Allura: “Shiro no one cares about your hair floof, go bond with ur lion”

Zarkon: “nO ITS MY LION HHHHHH”

Keith: *becomes a spicy boi and tries to take out Zarkon himself* “I CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME BUT IM FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW”

Coran: “hey guys what’s Monopoly???”

Lance: “oH MY GOD GUYS HE FOUND THE HELL GAME”

Shiro: “MONOPOLY IS LIFE OKAY”

Keith: *blows up half the Galra ship* “oops”

Allura: “get ready tO GO THROUGH TIME” *summons wormhole*

Coran: “nO SHIRO DONT PRESS THAT BUTTON”

after hours; prologue [m]

summary: your night job at taeyong’s strip club has always been a secret; it is how you are able to live well during your life at university.
though, all is fine until a familiar face shows up at your work with surprisingly benevolent intentions.

pairing: taeyong & reader insert || university!AU & stripper!AU

includes: fluff, smut (strip tease, dry humping), alcohol mentions

wc: 6.4k

series: prologuepart 1 — ongoing

note: Guess what?! Its our mans birthday!! :D Happy birthday my love, Taeyong <33
this series will have one more member included! He’ll make an appearance in the first chapter :) Its going to be a love triangle huhu


The blasting sound of rhythmic music roared over your head as you hesitated in front of the flashy neon entrance. Your friend was standing by your side, face illuminated by the blazing lights, just as reluctant as you were while her hand rested on the handle. “Okay,” she breathed, “you ready?”

You cocked an eyebrow upwards at her, puzzled. “Why are you the one asking me if I’m ready? It was your idea to come here.”

“And it was that one guy’s idea to send us here!” she retaliated, defensive in her stance.

You rolled your eyes like a petulant child; she wasn’t wrong, after all. Your friend, Yuna, had been searching for a new club to linger in for a while—but none had caught her eye. After hearing a plethora of lifeless complaints from Yuna someone decided to come to her rescue. It was during a lunch break from the busy university when a passerby heard her petty grouses; it was a man who was fairly built, tousled hair to perfection. He leaned in and inquired her of the obvious, and by doing so he sparked Yuna’s match of ranting. It did not take long for the stranger to tell her of a vivacious nightclub downtown; the name rolled off the tongue. Blue Moon, it was called.

Knowing Yuna, the insane partier she was, her interest skyrocketed turbulently and she begged you to come along with her the following night. It took a while—a ton of irksome pesters and propositions prodding at your thoughts—but you finally gave in with a defeated sigh. After studying for hours on end and cooping yourself up in the apartment, it was time you took a night out with her.

So, there you were, half past nine at night, in a tight ivory dress, the extravagant material hugging your body perfectly. Yuna was dressed a few notches more fetching than you in the resplendent scale—quite revealing, if one were to be frank about her eye-catching attire.

“Just open the door,” you groaned and took another step to the entrance.

Yuna swallowed her breath before pulling on the entrance, and once the door had fully swung open to reveal the lively treasures within the area you realized something was off. The unclassy tunes had a heavier bass than imagined, there was a scent of cherry and sweat that swirled together in a whimsical harmony—oh, and each worker appeared to be half naked or in clothes tight enough, giving the appearance of a cut-off circulation.

The door closed softly behind you, muted heavily by the blaring music, and Yuna latched her arm around your own. She started to drag your across the nightclub like a doll she feared losing. It was hard to see from the dimmed lights and flashing multicolored strobes—it was especially difficult to not bump into other drunken patrons who wanted to waste their friday night like you and Yuna. Jocularity spread from person to person like a virus and the crowd became more hyped up by the second; though, you became more lost.

There was a rapturous applause and loud cheers all of a sudden, and you turned your head to find the spectacle, to which your jaw dropped at.

You rooted your feet into the ground, unable to believe the sight. Shit, the nightclub that man recommended left out one important factor.

Judging from the barely clad woman hanging upside down on a pole that reached for the sky, a bright smile on her face as her eyes remained closed like she was diving into a fantasy of her own on the compact stage, there was an outlandish sentiment dawning over you. If it was not for the loose change and crisp dollar bills flying onto the stage, her stunt would had given it all away.

The nightclub that unknown man spoke too fondly of—the club you were in that very moment—was a strip club.

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