#blue sequin prom dress

[glowdresses]

Red Sparkly Prom Dress

The red sparkly prom dress is an unbeatable way for women to look good yet unique in the most comfortable manner. The red sparkly prom dress will be an astounding choice for women who wants affordable dresses for prom.

[lunss-couture]

Royal Blue Sequin Feather Long Train Sexy Prom Dress

Sparkly royal blue sequin sexy plunging neck prom dress with a feather-trimmed extremely long train. Strapless plunge bodice royal blue sequin asymmetrical long train black girl prom dress.

[a-d-nox]

astro hypothesis: dress for the occasion

everyone is always mentioning to dress like your venus sign. recently, i have seen a lot of tiktoks where people are like dress like your crush/boyfriend's venus sign to look like his dream girl. and i was like what about dressing for the occasion? which brought me here! grab your venus persona and take a look at the houses.

5h - prom, dances, dates, and clubs

5h cancer (4°, 16°, 28°) and/or 5h moon: elegance is key. you might be drawn to long, flowy gowns with shimmery fabric. something light but glowy! often the fabric is dark (black or midnight blue) or slivery/white. a sweetheart neckline or off the shoulder cut tends to look beautiful on these people. often you are drawn to semi-sheer fabric as it adds some mystique to your appearance.

5h libra (7°, 19°) and/or 5h venus: light pastels or ivory are likely to grab your attention but a plain white or black dress is likely to give you that elegant/timeless look that you want most in pictures to remember your day (otherwise, you might take pictures in a colored dress and turn on a black and white filter). you want the wow factor! so a-line, a ball gown, or fit-flare dresses might be your go to look. a floor length dress is likely a must for you. silk, satin, chiffon, and/or organza are likely on the tags of these dresses even if you don't know what these materials are by the naked eye. dresses with a sweetheart neckline or off the shoulder sleeves are likely to make you feel elegant. you may like very simple accessories - plain earrings, a dainty bracelet, small pendant necklace, classic heels, etc. a v-neckline, bateau, or strapless design is likely to fit your elegance same could be said about a low back dress.

5h aquarius (11°, 23°) and/or 5h uranus: you are likely to be drawn to the blue family (sky, sea, ocean, water, turquoise, etc.). iridescence/holographic/shimmery material might draw your attention in a store. you often go for something very atypical in the store (might be from seasons ago - its likely the last of its kind). something a-line, flowy, and/or high-to-low might be of interest to you - the cuts of a dress bring interest to your favorite parts of yourself (example, maybe its a two piece dress). something high neck or off the shoulder is likely of interest to you as well. a loose braid and/or waves might be all you need to finish out your look.

7h - wedding attire

7h aries (1°, 13°, 25°) and/or 7h mars: as a bride you should be wearing pure white. nudes or off-whites aren't likely to hold your attention anyway. grab the pure stark white. it is likely that reds are going to be an accent of this wedding - roses, nail, polish, bridesmaid dresses, etc. but if you aren't in the wedding party, go for the red whether its a fiery red or a deep burgundy, its the way to go! no matter if you are the bride, the guest, or a member of the wedding party - you should opt for a fit flare dress or mermaid silhouette. or be really dramatic and go for a deep slit, a plunge neckline, or something backless! the devil is in the details too so things like careful beading, sequins, or embroidery should be something critical to your look (if not the fit and/or the drama). alternatively, minimalism/modernism might be something you enjoy for your look.

7h gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) and/or 7h mercury: as a bride, you might lean towards ivory or whites with an undertone of some color (like a blush). you don't tend to go for the traditional white color, in my experience. if you are a guest or in the wedding party it is likely you will find yourself in soft pastel colors! movement is of the utmost importance to you so opt for a-line or flowy gown. you might also enjoy wearing things that are asymmetrical - the hemline might be high to low or you might like the one shoulder strap design. these people also like details in their dresses whether it is lace, embroidery, beading, ruffles, tiered skirts, or glitter - the options are endless. chiffon, tulle, or organza might be the fabrics for you because they are light and breathable.

6h - everyday clothes and workwear

6h pisces (12°, 24°) and/or 6h neptune: soft fabrics like cotton, silk, or jersey in gentle, soothing colors such as ocean blues, seafoam greens, lavender, and soft pinks. loose, flowing clothes like maxi skirts, wrap dresses, or wide-legged pants that move gracefully. style would likely be bohemian and free-spirited, incorporating layers, delicate patterns, or subtle prints (florals, paisley, etc.). clothes would be cozy and easy to wear—think oversized sweaters, soft cardigans, and flowy blouses. might like jewelry that is delicate, handmade, seashells, pearls, and/or celestial themed.

6h libra (7°, 19°) and/or 6h venus: these people have a natural sense of style and an appreciation for their appearance. outfits would likely be classic, well-tailored pieces in soft, neutral tones like blush pink, dove gray, cream, and pastel blues. the fabrics would be light and luxurious - like silk blouses, cashmere sweaters, or satin skirts. well-fitted blazers, A-line skirts, and or high-waisted trousers make them look polished and graceful. they effortlessly blend comfort with sophistication. everything else is minimal yet thoughtfully chosen - delicate gold or silver jewelry, a stylish handbag, etc.

9h - graduation and religious events

9h taurus (2°, 14°, 26°) and/or 9h venus: elegance, luxury, and comfort ("it has pockets too!"). a sleek, well-structured dress in an earthy tones like emerald green, soft brown, or blush pink. the fabric might be luxurious, like silk, satin, or velvet. a silhouette would likely be timeless and flattering - a wrap dress or an A-line dress that cinches at the waist, emphasizing femininity and grace is well suited for this placement. delicate embroidery or subtle jewelry accents. understated but beautiful accessories, like a simple gold necklace or pearl earrings.

9h leo (5°, 17°, 29°) and/or 9h sun: bold, glamorous, and attention grabbing. vibrant colors like gold, fiery red, or royal purple. the fabric might be something that shimmers or catches the light, such as sequined, satin, or metallic materials. a silhouette could be daring and statement-making, like a fitted flair dress, a high-low hemline, or an off-the-shoulder design. ruffles, a thigh-high slit, or an open back, ensures all eyes are on them. accessories would be bold—think large, sparkling earrings, a dramatic statement necklace, etc. yes, realize what my sub-header is for this section.

9h sagittarius (9°, 21°) and/or jupiter: it's never just one graduation or church event and thus never just one dress/opportunity. the dresses would likely have a regal, flowing quality to it. jewel tones like deep sapphire, royal blue, or amethyst. flowy, A-line, and/or empire waisted dresses that gives a sense of movement. fabric might be lightweight and ethereal, like chiffon, tulle, or silk. intricate embroidery, beading, etc. accessories would be tasteful but luxurious, like a delicate gold bracelet or a jeweled hairpiece.

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[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back

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Pt.1 Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

Read pt.2 here!

she/her

Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?

Obx masterlist

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

Walking through town with jj and Kiara. She's shopping while you and jj tag along, she has midsummer coming up, and even though she thinks it's just fascist bullshit she can't help but love dress shopping, she's just a girl.

You guys are in the 3rd store this afternoon, dress after dress Kiara still can't find the perfect one.

“How about this one?” jj said picking out a random dress from the rack.

“Jj you and I both know that's ugly.” Kiara said with a disappointed look.

“Ugh! I can't seem to find one decent enough dress. I'm gonna lose it.” Kiara said as she swiped through hanger after hanger.

“Why do you need a new dress you have plenty,” you asked walking around looking for a dress

“Because my mom said so, I can't keep wearing the same ones over and over ‘it looks wrong’ and I quote.” Kiara answers.

“And by that she means it looks poor.” you finish for her grabbing a dress from the rack and inspecting it before adding it to your pile.

“I don't blame you but we've been through so many stores and you still can't seem to find one dress.” you throw your head back still looking for a dress.

“Kie why do you even care about this dress, you'll wear it for like not even a few hours anyways.” jj said giving up and sitting on the couch taking his cap off.

“If I have to wear it, it's gonna be perfect.” Kiara said smacking her lips.

“Prech it girl.” you said from across the room.

Finally after 11 racks and 2 stacks of dresses, kie is finally in the dressing room.

“Heres this one, it's only better than the rest.” she said coming out from the curtains with a blue sequin dress.

“I mean it's cute-”

“For prom” jayj finishes your sentence.

“Yeah it seems much for midsummers” you say tilting your head.

“Ugh that's what I thought but I wasn't sure, the rest are as bad!” Kie groans looking at herself in the mirror.

“There's like 2 satin dresses I picked out, try one of those. Girls usually wear simple dresses.” you say laying back on the couch.

“Theres a light blue and purple, which one are we thinking?” she yells out.

“Lights blue” jj said with his face covered by hat.

“Mmm purple if you wear blue you're practiially matching with Rafe” you say looking at the celling unbothered

Until you hear the words Rafe come out your mouth.

“What do you mean matching with him? How do you know what he's going to wear?” Kiara asked popping her head out the curtain confused.

“And you've never been to midsummer too how do you know what they wear?” jj suspiciously asked.

Your eyes widen before you look at your friend on the couch trying not to become flustered before opening your mouth to lie the best you ever could.

“Uh cause kies mom always post a family pic on Facebook and I stalk for fun when Im bored. I see some girls in the background..” you come up with, its true the stalking part so did you technically lie?

“Oh yeah you do I remember when you accidently liked John bs old post” jj laughed at himself.

“You were so petrified even though you were literally sitting in the chateau with him across the room.” jj pushes you in the side.

“Even though he's our friend it's embarrassing when someone finds out you stalk them!” you defending yourself.

“What did you mean by the Rafe thing tho” jayj asked.

“Its blue, Rafe 100% is gonna wear it cause ‘it matches his eyes’ " you said the last part dramatic

“Yeah he is a self observed prick” kie said shutting the curtain continuing to try on dresses.

You sit back in relief, letting out a deep breath after almost getting caught by your friends.

The only reason you knew what he was wearing is because you were there. You helped him pick it out and when he was having it tailored in the living room of tannyhill.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆

—flashback—

You and Rafe were riding on a ferry on the way to the mainland. You were wearing a sundress with him in a matching polo shirt and khakis, both in ray bans he'd bought you.

He said his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he talked to you about the times he's snuck out and come to the mainland with him and his boys, with fake IDs and college parties they wessled their way in.

“Yeah and then Kelce was hooking up with a girl and then the cops came and we had to run! He got so pissed and yelled out cock blocking pigs!” he said chucking too himself.

You giggling finding the story funny but couldn't help but feel bad as you felt the buzzing of your phone that were obviously texts from your friends you canceled on.

“Whos texing you?” Rafe asked

“Just my friends” you say adjusting in the seat and grabbing your phone from your purse. Seeing notifications of the group chat of the pouches.

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⌞ Pope hitting the Dougie. ⌝

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What does the j stand for: Y/n don't you think we should at least have some kid balloons? Like dinosaurs or shit like that??

Kiki do you love me : its a highschool party.

What does the j stand for: and my birthday.

Hope 🥺: I don't see the problem with silly balloons 😲

Johnathan : I would go for the balloons but its a no for me cause the one jj wants is practically half a case of a beer 🤑

What does the j stand for: just say you don’t love me 🥲

You: I’m on the mainland I’ll buy some for your here. Their cheaper here anyways.

What does the j stand for: AYEE 😘

You: Hate you jay ☺️

What does the j stand for: y/n to save the day once again.

Kiki do you love me: favoritism 🙄

Hope 🥺: he’s just the birthday boy

Johnathan: he's just a girl.

💬

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“Youre gone for a day and their loosing their minds” He says with a smirk hugging you tighter

“Yeah they were planning Jj's birthday party today too. I told them to let me know if there's anything I can do while I'm gone but they said not to worry about it but as you can tell I think they're worrying.” you chuckled to yourself playing with your fingers.

“Jayjs party?” he scoffed “and I didn't get an invite?”

“Its at John bs place and besides even if you did get an invite you wouldn't even go. Thought you couldn't stand pouges” you looked at him

“And yet here we are..” he said before going in for a slow and passionate kiss.

The kiss was sweet. It tasted like mint gum and candy that you both shared. You couldn't lie to yourself, you loved these sweet moments with Rafe but you had to keep reminding you self that none of this was real. None of it was real.

Well it couldn't be anyways.

—end of flashback—

After kie finally picked the dress which was the purple satin one, you guys finally hit up a restaurant for lunch.

You guys sat in a booth and were handed menus by the waiter.

“Should we just get a pizza and split?” you offered

“Sure but we gotta get fries too” jj said looking through the menu.

After a couple of minutes getting your drinks and waiting for the food you guys were talking and jj hogging the fires.

Jj was smiling until the bell jingled and someone came in. He looked up and pure hatred took over his face.

“And look what the draft brought in.” he said throwing his fry in the basket.

You all looked up to see the one and only Rafe walk in. Wearing the Ray bans and his stupid (yet cute) button-up. He looked around and spotted jj, squinting his eyes and then placing a fake smile before coming up.

You groaned and slid down into your seat knowing what was about to come up.

“Ugh what does he want.” kie said giving dirty looks.

“Well well well, didn't know they served anchovie pizza here?” he said with his famous smirk, gabbing a chair and pulling it up.

“What do you want Rafe.” kie spat out

“Well I came for pizza cause its a pizza place..” he said smiling “didn't know pouges would be on my side of the island.” he said with any sign of fake happiness gone.

Him and Kie locked eyes practically having a staring contest.

You spoke up to hopefully ease the tension.

“Rafe I think your pizza is ready.” you said moving your eyes to the pizza sitting on the counter.

His eyes moved to you completely softening, but still had the hate look on his face. Complete whiplash it gave you.

“Didnt see you there princess.” he said looking you up and down.

“Okay you can go now.” jj shewed Rafe away.

“Don't want your pizza getting cold.” kie said.

You rolled your eyes, the typical kook vs pouge shit Rafe pulls. Rafe eyes linger on jj, then kie giving them looks that could kill. Soon he gets uo pushing the chair back, he goes up pays for the pizza. As he waits for the cashier to arrive he turns back around staring at your table.

“God he's so insufferable.” Kie says as the pizza arrives and you all start to dig in.

“Oh you got some sauce on your face princess” jayj says as he wipe the sauce off with his thumb.

Rafe watches jj as he licks his thumb and gets the smallest bit of sauce on your face

Didn't even need a napkin, could've just swiped it off yourself Rafe thinks to himself.

Soon the cashier arrives and handles the transaction. Finishing up Rafe huff out the store with the pizza. he gets to his car slamming the door and handing the pizza to Sarah who was in the passenger seat.

“Jeez what's your problem” she looks at her brother with a judgmental look.

“Those damn pouges.” Rafe talked through trough his teeth staring the truck.

“Let me guess, jj was sitting inside enojing a slice of pizza and minding his own business.” Sarah said smacking her lips.

“And Kiara.” he said looking at staah knowing the name would cause some spark.

“God that bitch.” Now the girl matching his energy.

“Hmm her cars right there…” Rafe said pointing to her blue nissan.

“Toolbox is in the back,” Sarah mentioned slyly.

Back in the restaurant the group of kids were eating and laughing when y/n got a notification. She picked up her phone looking at the Lock Screen.

Apple Pay Rafe 🕶️ sent $150: Get an Uber.

Y/n sighed in her spot, obviously her mood being ruined when another notification came.

Apple Pay Rafe 🕶️ sent $100: More Napkins wouldn’t hurt.

Y/n shocked her head and put her phone back down shaking the thoughts away as she focused on jayj talking about night surfing later.

After an hour you guys finally finshed, you took the bill because with the $250 you now had should be going to the dinner Rafe ruined. Or was about too.

As you all walk out towards the parking lot, you see Kiara’s care with all 4 tires popped.

“That fucking asshole!” Kid said running up to her car looking at the damage he caused.

“Kooks always win.” jj said taking his hat and ruffling his hair

“What the fuck am I gonna tell my parents ?” Yk said bending down and checking her tires.

so that was the Uber was for.

30 minutes later a tow truck and Kiara’s parents are surround the mechanic dude talking about prices and damage as you guys sit on concrete side walk.

“Can’t believe Rafe would actually do this. What would even prevoke him to do damage this bad?” Kie said with her head in her hands feeling completely defeated.

“It’s Rafe, not like he needs any reason to terrorize us. We were just eating pizza man.” jj said laying against the brick wall of the restaurant.

“You guys wanna Uber out of here? I’ll pay.” You offered feeling bad. It felt like your fault.

“No I have to go home, my parents are absolutely are gonna flip out on me.” Kie said closing her eyes whining.

“Jay?” You asked

“Where do you have the money for an Uber?” Jj asked.

“Extra shifts I guess, do you want a ride or not?” You ask one last time.

“Yeah yeah I’ll go with you.” he agreed.

Soon enough you’re in the Uber, you and jj are in the back seat. He’s looking out the window as you text your parents jj was coming over. As you sent the text you grab your sunglasses in your bag and putting them on to block out the sun for a quick nap.

“So where are you getting all this extra cash?” Jj asked suspiciously.

“I work and save up jay. Saving up means I don’t spend my whole paycheck at the smoke shop.” You lied.

“Those are raybans. I thought you said you didn’t like wasting your money on materialistic stuff” he asked pointing to the glasses.

“They were on sale, and besides I can't own at least one nice thing jj?” you say avoiding eye contact.

“You picked up the whole check and now the uber-”

“Jj enough! I don't feel like being integrating by my own best friend. I work okay? I save up and am able to have these extra things.” you scoffed

“Okay okay chill out..” jayj let go of the topic.

Soon the 20-minute ride to the opposite side of the island's finally came to an end. You and jj got out with him follow you into your house and straight to your room.

“Are you staying the night?” you asked putting your purse and shoes to the side.

“Mhm probably not, I gotta work at the dock early in the morning.” he said grabbing his secret stash of weed and joint paper behide the picture of you and the pouges.

“Your welcome to join me?” he said opening your window and beging to roll a joint.

“No thanks jay” you say crashing down on your bed and opening up insta.

As you scroll through stories you end up on Rafes with him at the country club playing golf with his friends in the morning, then a few drinks, then him and Sarah with a screw driver with fake smiles caption with “🐟🛞”

Confirmed.

As soon as you get off a insta you get a text.

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Rafe 🕶️

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Rafe 🕶️: just saw you viewed my stories

You: stalker

Rafe 🕶️: Whatever, come over tonight and bring extra clothes

You: sleepover?

Rafe 🕶️: yes ☠️☠️☠️

You: mhm alr

You: see you later ❤︎

*Rafe 🕶️ hearted a message*

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You close your phone and turn over to jayj who’s in his own little world.

You began thinking to yourself, are you really gonna let Rafe get away with basically destroying Kiara’s car? And now he’s acting like nothing happened?

These are the moments where your morals stand in line. You know hooking up with Rafe, who all the pouges hate and you can’t blame them.

The sneaking around is fun and the sex is amazing.

It’s completely wrong.

Your typical forbidden love, Romeo and Juliet type shit.

But is it even love?

It’s a simple summer fling, but you know it’s more than that.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

I got pt.2 in my drafts all ready to go 😈

Sorry for any typos.

Yall ate up my first smut 😲

[obriengf]

24 Songs || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: It's your middle school prom, and it's not what you thought it'd be. Words: 2K Warnings: solidifies that the reader is female/wears feminine clothing Notes: bringing back that flufffff, these babes are 13 now- growing fast!!!!

part three of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

A Night Under The Stars; twinkling lights against a darkened room, blue and golden tones shining a mood throughout the crowded space, cascading shimmering strings of elusive stars that fell beautifully from a gymnasium's ceiling. It was an experience that you didn't want to miss - middle school prom, one of the last hoorahs before you walk through the intimidating double doors of Beacon Hills High in the Fall. It was an experience that you were looking forward to - expressing your freedom whilst spending time with your friends, taking advantage of your flowy dress as you twirled and swayed to the current top hits. It was an experience that you wanted to live to the fullest - ideality in your young eyes where you were blushing from something sweet that your date said, being told that you looked beautiful in your dress tonight, and just simply making the most of a situation that didn't come around too often. Your Middle School prom was made to be a magical night - but as you sat alone in the corner of the gym, twenty-four songs had already passed tonight and the twinkling lights being the only thing keeping you company - you had never felt any less magical than you did at this very moment.

You stared across the dancefloor in a mixture of awe and longing, watching as your friends smiled and laughed, paired off with girls from your homeroom as they succumbed to the beauty of the atmosphere. Your feet had yet to ache from the joyous dancing you had already spent with them, but being the odd one out wasn't something you necessarily found solace in. The music was slower now, and the bodies of nervous couples moved closer together as much as your teachers would allow a cohort of thirteen-year-olds to get.

It crossed your mind that maybe having two boys as your closest friends wasn't always the best thing, despite how much happiness you shared with them, as you saw Scott smiling nervously before holding Sally Wilkinson's hand and Stiles talking with Taylor Davis. They found dates quickly, and you couldn't help the tiniest bit of hurt that squeezed at your heart due to being the remainder in a group of three. But you tried to show a strong facade, wanting more to spend the night with your friends and revel in their goofiness as one danced erratically and the other too afraid to move without a hit from his asthma puffer. Your time with them tonight was great, but incredibly short-lived.

It was easy to be forgotten where you sat, the shadows from the bleachers nearly close enough to engulf you completely if it wasn't for the fairy lights that adorned the wall above. Their mellow glow shone down on you like a softened halo, picking up the sparkles of your dress with ease and the glittery body spray that created a translucent celestial scene over your skin. Your hands sat gently within your lap, fiddling mindlessly with the rings your mother let you borrow as they were twisted around your fingers in a mismatched pattern. And It was then when your eyes couldn't stay forward, eventually hanging low, suddenly interested in picking at a small sequin near the hem of your skirt. The slow tune that echoed throughout the gym swiftly became haunting to you, a mockery, a reminder of isolation.

Oh, to be thirteen and to feel this lonely definitely wasn't on your regime for tonight.

Your feet tapped in nervousness, heels clicking gently against the wooden gym floor. You just wanted your friends, you needed them, to be able to take this night by the horns and make it your own. And you're more than sure that they would drop everything in an instant to be by your side, but it was their happiness too and they were spending it with their dates. You couldn't jeopardise that.

You would have been mere seconds from standing up if it wasn't for another body blocking your escape, the dark grey suit catching your gaze first before recognising the lame tie that he was forced to wear tonight - the one that you loved, simply because he didn't.

"Stiles?" Your voice was quiet, but he could hear it clearly among the gentle vibe of the room. He smiled sheepishly as hands sunk deep into the pockets of his slacks, his buzzed head dropping into a nod. The last time you saw him in a suit was the day of his mother's funeral; the brief memory of young brown eyes watering, bottom lip bitten and quivering. He had grown since then, as much as you had, but not nearly as much as the sacred friendship that pulled you both so effortlessly together. You looked up and into his caramelised eyes, the tone only complemented more by the golden lights that dazzled behind you. With a brow raised in confusion, you hummed to him, "Where's Taylor? I thought you'd be dancing with her?"

The boy winced before a chuckle pushed past his lips in a huff, his arm raising to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck, "She wanted to spend the rest of the night with her friends." The puzzled contort of your features still didn't fade, the young naiveness prompting your eyes to grow wider as you silently asked for him to elaborate. A grumble settled in his throat as he cleared it, the corners of his lips briefly flicking up before a boyish smile could be formed. Stiles prayed that you couldn't see the blush dusting his cheeks as he watched you, "Well, she actually said that I was... I was too distracted."

"Distracted?" Your voice found hilarity, a smile of your own making an appearance as it lit up your face. With a slightly tilted head, you followed the red tinge that grew brighter against Stiles' pale skin as it now licked at his nose and gathered under his ears. "You had like, one of the prettiest girls in our year to dance with and you were distracted. With what?"

"Mhm." He didn't know what to say; how to articulate that his gaze had been locked on you ever since you left your small group a few songs ago. He didn't know what it was, either, that prompted him to stare as if you were physically pulling him to you, a force of will and magnetized whim. He just didn't know. But what he could gather was that you looked beautiful and he missed your smile as you were blanketed by sadness in the corner of the gym. He desired to hear your laugh play endlessly, a broken record that he would never fix. He wanted your touch even more after you left a fiery imprint on his arm from before, the heat and electrified tenderness left by your circling fingers on his bicep had still seeped through his formal blazer. Maybe, he did know, and the thought of it left him breathless.

Stiles inhaled deeply, eyes flickering from yours to the floor with haste before he released his shaky sigh, "I was looking at you."

It was an answer that you didn't expect, the shock surely evident as it contorted your facial features; a raised bow to your hairline, and jaw dropped from the words weighing heavily on the tip of your tongue. Stiles Stilinski was distracted by you. You wanted to ask why, to delve deep inside his mind and figure out just what made you so enticing that he would abandon his original plan to be by your side instead. But you couldn't speak, even though your face said it all and the flattery was well worth the way your cheeks grew rosy and bashful.

The Stilinski boy was observant. He always had been. His father had told him so, many times, with the addition of mentioning that he was too observant for his own good. And that's how Stiles knew that he hadn't gone too far and that this moment was one of understanding and enchanting daze. His confidence grew as he mirrored the sparkle in your eye and the way your lips curled perfectly into the smile he had become so incredibly infatuated with. He quickly licked at his lips, stance straightening, "I kinda didn't want to be here with Taylor, I wanted to keep hanging out with you. And when I saw you over here, I just kept thinking how... I don't know...". He rolled his head, body squirming from the embarrassment of saying his thoughts aloud, luckily filtered otherwise his sentences would be a blubbering mess, "You just look really pretty tonight. And I didn't get to tell you. A-and I just really, I really, want to dance with you right now. If... i-if you'll dance with me, too..."

His hand stretched toward you, a beacon, an invitation, alluring to your dreams for the night, and did he actually just call you pretty? Stiles called you pretty, and he wanted to dance with you, he wanted to be in your presence and it was so sweet. Your palm slid against his, the boy's lengthy fingers closing around it instantly, and you felt your shoulders drop in contentedness. Your tooth scraped against your bottom lip before beaming, a smile bright and fulfilling, and you couldn't help the small chuckle that fell from you as your body rose from the plastic seat, "I would really like that."

Stiles' mind was buzzing; a concoction of silly thoughts about whether his hands were clammy, or if his dance moves were too outlandish. His heart was hammering and he was sure that if your fingertips idled near his wrist then you would be able to feel his racing pulse. He sucked in a deep breath as panic began to set in - but it was his desire to look over his shoulder, a need to look at your face and into your eyes, that prompted him to settle immediately. The boy saw the kindness from that day in his closet when you held him as he cried, and in the classroom on his first day of school. Every moment that you shared appeared before him and he exhaled, a gentle release, and he knew that things would be okay.

Tender and slow tunes continued to echo throughout the gym, and what was once a haunting melody became a sound to entice anticipation. You jumped slightly as you felt Stiles' hand settle respectively on your waist, a small apology whispered under his breath with a complementing smile. He took the lead and began to sway you both, small motions, forgetting to move his feet as he gazed over you in fondness. He didn't regain awareness until you glanced up at him and smiled.

"I'm really happy that you're not dancing with Taylor Davis." You said, quiet enough for him to hear, and he snorted in response.

Stiles smiled back at you, his hand unconsciously squeezing your waist in thought, "Maybe I shouldn't have asked her in the first place. You're much more fun to hang out with, anyway."

"...She didn't like your moves, did she?" You said quickly, recalling a moment at one point where his arms were flailing and his date smiled with utter awkwardness.

"I nearly hit her in the face, Y/N! I will never live it down." Exasperation spurted from Stiles, his eyes rolling as over-exaggeration filled the space between you both. The hand that was placed firmly on your waist clutched at his heart in dramatics, and it caused you to lightly whack his chest as you chuckled at his atypical behaviour. Stiles proved his own point as he watched you - how you laughed with him, how you didn't look away or appear embarrassed. You were content with being in his energetic bubble and his heart nearly soared through the gymnasium's ceiling. "You don't care that I can't dance, right?"

"You can dance, Stiles. It's not... how other people would dance, but I like the way you do. Because it shows who you are, and you're my friend, and I will always be happy to dance with you like that."

"With my wavy arms and whirly hips?"

You laughed and it was absolute second nature now when it came to your friend, "Even when you step on my toes or if you ever whack me in the face. Promise."

He seemed happy with that, a familiar warmth encasing your waist as his hand returned. He shone his teeth in a goofy grin, voice light and airy, "That would be nice. I'll hold your word to it, though."

Your Middle School prom was made to be a magical night, and thanks to Stiles Stilinski, it was.

[daisda]

Daisda Blue Sweetheart Mermaid Prom Dress Sequins With Split

[stopper-my-heart]

The case of the Blue- and Gold- sequin party people (Heartstopper S1E3)

When I first watched S1E3 ('Kiss'), I thought it was cute that there was a seemingly same-sex couple holding hands and wearing blue and yellow sequined bomber jackets (or teal and gold, more technically) in front of Charlie when he's queuing to go into Harry's party.

Later I noticed 'Blue' and 'Gold' - as I'll refer to them for the purposes of this post - popping up throughout the party and wondered if there was a pattern. Upon further examination, there certainly seems to be..

Here's a list of where we see them, every time (that I noticed) that one or both of them are visible, with timestamps and screenshots.

[5:14-5:30] As mentioned, we first see Gold and Blue holding hands whilst queuing in front of Charlie outside of Harry's party venue.

[6:20-6:21] Blue is then briefly seen dancing while Charlie makes his way across the dance floor looking for Nick.

[6:34-6:38] When Charlie and Nick meet in the middle of the dance floor ("I've been looking for you!"), Gold and Blue slip directly into frame behind them: Gold behind Charlie, Blue behind Nick. (Side note: All 4 are also lined up in front of the spotlight the way that Tara and Darcy are later when they kiss, and there are many precious rainbow lens flares going on between them)

[8:39-11:36, non-inclusive] Blue is intermittently visible sitting on the left throughout Nick's conversation with Tara and then his clash with Harry.

[11:38-11:40] When Nick walks away to find Charlie after calling Harry out on saying something homophobic, Gold is seen seated next to Blue in the wider/zoomed out shot of Harry and the lads.

[14:38-14:39] When making his way across the dance floor looking for Charlie, Nick walks right past Blue.

[14:40] A moment later, from a glimpse of Gold's sleeve on the right, we can tell Nick has walked between Blue and Gold.

[14:46-14:47] And then we get a clearer close-up shot of Blue and Gold dancing together while Nick makes his way past them and farther into the room. Except for parts of Darcy and Tara's dancing/kissing, this is the only shot during this sequence (of Nick looking for Charlie on the dance floor) that picks out people in the crowd and/or is from Nick's POV.

[15:46-15:51] Blue and Gold are dancing behind Darcy and Tara right before their kiss.

[15:54-16:12 (+ 16:27-16:36)] And then especially Blue is visible most of the time Darcy and Tara are kissing.

[16:13-16:15] Gold and Blue are also there in the first view of Nick after he sees Darcy and Tara kiss, with Blue much more visible.

[16:47-16:50] Gold is briefly visible when Nick finally spots Charlie sitting on a(nother) couch.

[17:59-18:02] Nick and Charlie then go past Gold and Blue (who is now visible too) on their way to "somewhere quieter again".

Bonus: As perhaps a callback to the above, in S2E8 ('Perfect'), two of James's friends are wearing sequin gold and dark blue dresses, respectively, at the year 11 prom and dancing next to each other.

I hope you enjoyed this thorough dive into Blue and Gold's presence at Harry's party. I'm sure that there's potential for more nuanced interpretations, but on the relatively straightforward level, I appreciated what seemed to be a (surely) purposeful use of Blue and Gold during these scenes to show support for Nick and Charlie, indicate that their self-growth is progressing and provide reassurance that their romantic interest/relationship will prevail

[yeonboy]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // 23.

↦ everything is a mess;

After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you’re helplessly spiraling for him.

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❧ warnings! 500 words | profanity, angst, mentions of crying, mentions of a kiss, mentions of drinking, yn finally achieving peaK enlightenment.

The plan for surprising Yeji was to go like this: all of you would gather up at this deli near her house around eight o’clock on the 25th. From there, Yeonjun and Soobin would go talk to her and lure her out of her house with some excuse. Then the rest of you would all sneak into her apartment and set it up with the premade decor that Somi was in-charge of and the cake that Beomgyu would bring. You and Heuning Kai, the guy Kazuha is dating by the way, would arrange the lights that Yeonjun hid in the house a day in advance and then send a text to Soobin to bring Yeji back.

It was a perfect set-up. Sounded creative, foolproof and really cute when Somi excitedly recited it to you in a vacant classroom at JMDA. 

In theory.

Because does the perfect set-up achieve perfect execution? 

Nope.

To say you are nervous would be a gigantic understatement. Your hands are clammy, face and neck red, and mouth fully dry, for the entirety of the twenty minutes it takes for you to get to Soobin’s place. Which is literally next door.

You have no idea how things might go tonight with you and Yeonjun being under the same roof, with drinks moving around when you haven’t had a conversation with the guy face to face for a couple of days now. 

With your newly realized feelings, you aren’t sure how much you can be trusted to not make a fool out of yourself. Especially given how incredible you know he looks tonight.

Soobin gets the door within a minute of you knocking, luckily, or you’d have sweated through your navy blue sequined dress, despite its thigh-high cut and spaghetti sleeves. Obviously you had to pull a prom-night-esque number after Yeonjun's entire Prince Eric worthy appearance.

“Well, well. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Soobin greets you with a cheeky grin and a whistle as he gives you a once over.

You roll your eyes but still smile at his simple but classy lavender crew-neck t-shirt shirt and fitted blue jeans. “You look good, too."

"Good? Maybe. Absolutely ravishing and dressed to kill, though? Nu-huh, ma'am."

You whine at the compliment, willing your cheeks to not heat up and your mind to not to envision Yeonjun's reaction upon seeing you. You did not dress up for him.

You didn't. Really. Because of him, maybe. There's a huge difference!

"Can we leave, please?”

Just as Soobin is locking his door, your phone rings. It’s Yeonjun.

Damn.

Palms suddenly sweatier, you’re barely able to swipe at the screen to receive the call. “H–hey, Jjun!”

Soobin scoffs at your stutter, and you punch at his back. But Yeonjun’s next words have all the humor leaving your body. 

“Hey, where are you guys?” Yeonjun sounds tired and slightly out of breath. “Plan’s gone to hell, everything is – everything is a mess… Yeji is crying and asking for Soobin, and – and Somi is crying, and—”

“Woah, woah – hold on, what the hell are you saying? Crying? Why?”

“Can’t – can’t explain on the phone, Y/N. I’m with her but she keeps saying I’m not taking her side or something, and…” He exhales, sounding so exhausted, your heart breaks for him. “Please get here fast?”

When you look up at Soobin, he has a grim expression on his face. As if he understands something you don’t. Wordlessly, the two of you rush towards his car and drive away.

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❧ notes! they're both simps and they both don't know it hehe :') sooo this one got a lil serious. the next one will be kinda heavier but also kinda...intense? idk man, it's got an almost kiss????? i guess? damn i miss writing comedy :( need to finish up this angsty beomgyu wip and get back to the uni au asap!!!

© yeonboy 2023 // do not steal, copy or repost. respect your local content creators, kaythanks.

[ballbellas]

Luxurious and exquisite dress😍

[mattsbbg]

I Wish You Love - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Unrequited love at it's finest. Inspired by the song I Wish You Love

A/N: Hey this is my first story ever that I've actually committed to finishing and I'm super nervous to post it but yeah hope you like it 🤗

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

"I'm telling you guys, they'll take over the world!" Nick was in another of his tangents, flopped on the sectional couch. "Birds?" She giggled, glancing at Matt; their legs had been smushed together since Nick sprawled on the couch, leaving no room for them. They sat so close, their pinkies were intertwined.

Matt, the boy whose giggles made her heart flutter, had eyes the shade of blue, reminiscent of the Massachusetts summer sky. He was the boy she knew like the back of her hand, the boy for whom her heart orchestrated a silent scream, a silent want.

"They can fly; who knows what they could do?" Nick yelled, snapping her out of her love-sick daze. Matt leaned down; she could feel his breath on the side of her neck as he parted his lips, "Nick is an idiot; don't pay attention to him. He's been scared of birds since he was five," he whispered. She looked up at the boy with amusement as he gave her a smile, biting his lip to hold in his laughter.

Nick gave them a weird look as he saw the boy and girl snuggled up together in their own little world with their pinkies intertwined. They had their free palms up to their faces, muffling their laughs. He shook his head at the pair, leaving the room.

They didn't even notice until twenty minutes later.

To give your heart a song to sing

It was a late humid summer night. Matt sat in the driver's seat, fixing his gaze on the road. The windows were down, and the air blew her hair everywhere, but Matt liked the windows down, so she didn't say anything.

They were heading to the park to stargaze. She had mentioned how much she loved the stars earlier. They had snuck out of the house without his brothers, with the excuse of how they never get to hang out alone.

"2009" by Mac Miller murmured in the background. Usually, the car was filled with Chris playing his trap music, and the constant giggles from the back were Nick and her coinciding.

But it was just them. Alone. She glanced at Matt, his blue eyes lighting up the dark car. Once in a while, his fingers would comb through his messy brown hair. He looked perfect; his face was scrunched up in concentration, but he hummed to the raspy voice of Mac Miller. His humming made her feel like she was melting right into her seat. She bit her tongue, or else all her feelings would spill out.

She looked away, focusing on the landscape outside, feeling the ache in her chest again.

And then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love

It was senior prom, and Chloe and Alahna sat at her vanity, finishing their last touches as she smoothed out her navy blue dress. It was a tighter fit that showed off the curve of her waist. The sequin detailing danced in the light as she moved. "You guys ready?"

~~

She walked carefully up the stairs to the Sturniolo porch, spotting the three very familiar boyish grins. "YESSSS," Nick was the first to pipe up. The three girls cracked wide smiles, Alahna and Chloe picking up their speed to greet the boys.

But time had stopped for her. Matt, Matthew Bernard Sturniolo, made the earth stop spinning for her. Her heart was practically shredding itself to pieces looking at the boy. He wore a black suit and a light pink button-up undershirt with a black tie. He was so handsome in a way that messy hair and sarcastic grins were.

Chris steps to her first and wraps an arm around her shoulder, breaking her out of her daydream. "Hello, anyone home, or are you too busy admiring lover boy over there?" He jokes, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She turns around to meet the wide grin with a glare. "Shut up, Chris," she says, shoving him off her. He puts his hands up in defeat but still wears his sly smirk.

She walks over to the boy who took a hold of her heart. "Hey, Matty," she smooths out her dress again out of nervous habit. He stares in awe; everybody watches as the boy's cheeks turn a shade of pink, as the girl, oblivious, nervously tugs on her dress. "You- uh- fuck- you look beautiful," he states, putting a sweaty palm on the back of his neck.

"Ok, guys time to take pictures!" Marylou shouts. The girl looks down. "Thanks, Matt, you look good too." She slightly murmurs, that only if you were listening very carefully you could hear.

She stands between Chris and Matt while taking group pictures, laughing loudly as Chris and Matt mutter jokes under their breaths. "Ok, I'll take some individual ones now!" Marylou sings, then scolds Chris to stand in front of a tree.

Stifling laughs could be heard from the background as they all watch the triplets' mother squat down, getting the, so she says, "perfect angles".

Nick goes up to their mother, whispering something in her ear after she's done with pictures. They all start to walk inside until Marylou taps on her shoulder, stopping her tracks. "Oh wait! I want to get some of you and Matt," she winks, ushering her son over. Her face turns slightly pink as Matt grumbles up to her.

"Ok, you two get closer!" She demands, waving her arm in motion to scoot the pair closer. Matt smiles down at her as they take tiny steps closer, slinging an arm around her waist. She silently prayed for him to remove his arm because it felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

After a few pictures of them in the same pose and Marylou making suggestions, she pulls her phone down. "Honey, will you kiss Matt's cheek? It will look so adorable." Matt's face drops into a scowl, glaring at his mom. She feels her face turn hot. "Mom, seriously?" Matt growls. "Yes, seriously; you'll thank me later," his mother putting her hands on her hips, giving him a challenging stare. He pinches his nose, scoffing at his mom's request.

"Come on, Matt, let's just do it, for your mom's sake," She whispers. He grunts, shaking his head. "Ok, I guess so." His mother squeals and brings her phone back up to her face.

She slightly gets on her tiptoes to reach his cheekbone, leaving a kiss on his pale skin. She quickly looks away so no one will see her blush. "Thank you, kids; you'll look at these pictures years later and thank me!" Marylou assures. Matt raises his eyebrows. "What even is that supposed to mean, Mom?"

And in July a lemonade to cool you in some leafy glade

She hid in the kitchen, leaving everyone outside in the sticky hot Massachusetts heat. Her excuse was that she is going to make lemonade, but truly she was hiding from Matt. She couldn't take it anymore; every time she looked at him, it would cause her pain.

His sickly-sweet smiles and the way he remembered small details about her, like her favorite ice cream flavor. It was official: Matthew Sturniolo was going to be the death of her.

She started to get a Kool-Aid packet from her pantry, grabbing the sugar too. She mixed up the powders in the water and tasted it a few times until it was just right. Then, putting tons of ice cubes to make the lemonade cold enough to get a brain freeze.

She walked out with red plastic cups for everyone and the pitcher of lemonade. "Yes, finally!" Chris cheered, making grabbing hands at her. She raises a brow. "Uh no, wait your turn, Christopher," she scoffs, already filling up Matt's cup.

He grumbles like a kid. "That's not fair." Chris sighs. "Just because Matt's your favorite doesn't mean he gets everything first." She turns to Chris, glaring at him furiously. Oh no, he crossed her wrath.

"Christopher Owen Sturniolo," she whispered yelled. His pupils widened at his full name statement, but he wasn't going to back down. "What, it's true, isn't it, guys?" He asked. As much as it was true, nobody said anything; they knew she was ruthless when she was mad.

It was her way of showing her unrequited love to him. She might not say it, but she does little actions that people give knowing looks for. Ordering for him when he's nervous, even though she is too, or gifting him little things that reminded her of him.

Matt chuckled, "it's ok, she knows she's my favorite too," glancing up to her with admiration as she glares at his brother. It made her melt into putty as those words escaped his lips. She smiles at her best friends, giving him the most pleading eyes ever.

Please love me, please.

I wish you health and more than wealth

Matt didn't show up at school today; Nick said he was sick. She had worried about him all day, hoping he was ok and ready to come to school tomorrow.

As soon as the school bell rang, she skipped to her car. She was going to make soup for him.

She enjoyed cooking and baking; she always made her friends cookies or little snacks. Nick, Chris, and Matt asked her to do a blindfolded baking challenge for their channel. Let's just say it was the best-tasting thing they had yet.

She diced up some vegetables and had leftover chicken from last night's dinner. Once she was done, she put it in a thermos and dashed right out of the house.

Knocking on the door, she was greeted with a stuffy, hoarse Matt Sturniolo. He was wrapped in a fluffy blanket and gave her a weak smile. "Hey, Matt," she greeted, "um- I made you soup." She shyly says, holding up the thermos now feeling embarrassed.

His smile widened, "I would hug you, but I don't want you to get sick." She chuckles and places the soup down, leaping into his arms anyway. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me," she jokes.

Turns out she does get sick.

I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So, with my best, my very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

"Matt, can you please get my bag? It's in the mini-van," she sighs, looking up at him from the other side of the couch. He groans, throwing his head back. "Please, Matty," she says, dragging out the 'e' and batting her lashes.

"Fine," he mutters, getting off the couch. She squeals as she watches Matt drag his feet to the door. As he opens the door, he lets out another groan as it's raining out. He looks back at her with his eyebrows raised. "You really expect me to go out in the rain for your fucking bag?" She pouts her lip, giving him a pleading look. He sighs. "Fine. But I better have a towel after I get soaked for running in the rain."

She pushes him forward to the door where it was pouring rain. He looks back, glaring at her, and then he runs out the door. She snickers watching the boy sprint to the car and searches for her bag. She could hear him loudly cursing as he tries to find the bag, eventually getting into the car.

Once he finally finds it, he comes dashing to the door with his whole body wet. His hair was stringy now instead of fluffy, and water dripped from his eyelashes. A subtle squeak would come from his shoe as he stepped into the abode. "You're dead," he grunts, chasing after her. She jumps, running away, and laughs at the boy with his arms out.

They run around the kitchen, the living room, up the stairs, down the stairs, and she gets to her bedroom. She halts at her closet, opening the door quickly before Matt has time to get her.

But she feels a presence behind her. "Too late, sweetheart." She feels a grab upon her waist, and he picks her up, hugging her, also making her damp too. "MATT!" she giggles as he twirls her around.

A cozy fire to keep you warm

The sound of crackling of the fire and discrete giggles filled her backyard. Everyone was gathered up by the firepit, holding up their sticks in the slightly above the fire. Matt and her were sat right next to eachother, their whole legs were touching and Matt had a arm slung around her shoulder. Her heart felt as it was about to burst. Why would he touch her like this, like something you would do with a girlfriend?

She focused on her marshmallow instead of the blue-eyed boy next to her. She could feel his glaze burning into the side of her head. Once her marshmallow was perfect and ready to eat, she snapped her head to the boy. He had a wide smile on his face and his eyes flicked all around her face. "What?" She whispered, sounding like she was almost out of breath. His eyes looked down at her lips then back to her eyes "you're my best friend, you know that right?"

She sighs, rolling her eyes, "of course I do Matt, your mine too." His smile beamed as he let out a giggle, snuggling her closer into him. What was that?

But most of all, when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

Nick and her sat at the window in awe of the white flakes of snow. The windows felt cold to touch as they practically smushed their noses against the glass, reminiscent of two kids looking inside a toy store.

Then the minivan showed up in the driveway as they looked outside. Matt lunged out of the car, practically bolting to the other side. He opened the door for a girl. A prominent frown crossed her face as she saw the sight. It was Samantha, the girl he had been babbling about for the past month, and they were holding hands. The pair giggled and stared up at the snow. While Samantha was looking up at the sky, Matt was looking at her. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl ever.

She felt a stab in her heart. Of course, this would happen. Did she really think Matt could see her as anything else but a best friend? Tears started forming in her eyes as she looked away from the painful sight.

"You know you should tell him," Nick spoke up. She only shook her head in disagreement. Nick's mouth turned into a thin line as he never wanted to see his one of his best friends in pain. "I can't do that, Nick. It would ruin it all," she croaked out. Nick sighed, looking at her starting to pick at her nails. "No, it wouldn't. You know that you're the most important thing to him."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Nick, please. As long as he's happy, that's all I care about." Nick started pacing around, making frustrated mutters. "No, no, no, this isn't how it's supposed to be, and you know it. It should be you and him!" He yelled, "that's all I've ever known!"

Tears fell from her eyes. "Nick, he is not mine, he never was," she sobbed, "it's my fault. I knew he was never going to love me like I wanted him to, but I still found myself falling for him. And now, watching him with her, it's like all these unspoken words are killing me."

Now she could set him free, let him chase the happiness he found with someone else, even though it hurts like hell. In the cold of the snowfall, with the warmth of the fire behind her, she accepts the bitter truth and wishes him love, even if it's not with her.

I wish you love, love

Love, love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So, with my best, my very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

A cozy fire to keep you warm

But most of all, when snowflakes fall

But most of all, when snowflakes fall

I wish you love, love, love

[quotidian-oblivion]

You changed your ask box label! I like it.

I have been beckoned to the void so here is a question: how was your prom? Did you find a nice dress?

yeah lol

Prom was great! We had lots of fun and - get this - we all pitched in for a limo and rode a limo to the venue! Sooooo cool! (I stole a few snacks from the limo). I mean, prom-like stuff just isn't for me cuz... dancing and eating is a bit dull for the likes of your humbly batshit crazy Quo 😅 But it was better than expected! Especially with a group of friends such as mine 💖

I did get a dress! Its blue and has this neat frolicking cut in the skirt part and the blouse part is sequined but there are like three layers of cloth under it so the sequins weren't uncomfortable. It was flowy and twirled when I spun around which is another plus. I also wore this white hijab with sparkles and decoration thingies! I had to sew some on lol

Can't post a pic of me but I can post this pic of me carrying Nog ( @mispeltnostalgia ) cuz despite the weights she lifts, I can lift her.

for only a few moments cuz i'm a weak ass child

Her dress is SO cool too like- look at it! She also has ✨️sparkly sneakers✨️ on which I find freaking brilliant tbh

[speakergame]

Hi ! I've been wondering for quite a while, what would the ros and Seer wear for a formal, chic event ? I've just been trying to figure it out for quite a while and I'm curious, so there's that ! Sorry about any fault, english isn't my first language, and have a really nice day/evening/night !

this is one of my favorite tropes! honestly, I've been trying to figure out a way to fit a Formal Wear Event scene somewhere in the series and have yet to find a good place to do so

Kana goes all out. They wear something that makes a statement. Sometimes a suit or tux, sometimes a ball gown, but I could really see them rocking a Billy Porter-style tuxedo dress.

I could see Li going full Victorian Goth with it. Just as dramatic as Kana, but in their own way. Bustles and corsets and tailcoats and top hats, the whole nine yards.

Azalea would be more subtle. Something Old Hollywood, maybe. Sleek and probably sequined. Real Rita Hayworth, Billie Holiday vibes.

Rory has never worn formal wear and probably isn't going to start now. They're that one kid at prom in the powder blue suit with a ruffled shirt and Converses, or even worse the person with the t-shirt with a fake tuxedo print on the front.

Sebastian goes with something simple, but classic. He owns a few tuxedos, and he looks damn good in them. You couldn't pay him enough to make him wear a tie or bowtie, though. Rolls his sleeves up to his elbows within the first half hour.

Seer loves a fluffy dress. Something with ruffles, or lace, or a really swooshy skirt. Leans toward "cute" rather than sexy, dramatic, or elegant. Always wears comfortable shoes under it.

Let me know in the tags or replies: what kind of formal wear does your Speaker wear? 💙

[lunss-couture]

Sexy Navy Blue Sequin High Neck Two-piece Prom Dress

This sexy two-piece sequin prom dress has a chic high-neck sleeveless top with a chest cut-out. The skirt comes with back zipper closure and a satin waistband. It is a fancy mermaid prom gown.

[saleintothe90s]

482. Seventeen Magazine, March 1996

(see also: 1994, 1995)

Two things that are sightly upsetting: 1. I barely remember looking through this issue when I was 12. 2. I had to pay $30 for this issue off eBay.

Unfortunately, the Tendrecils line from Lancome is discontinued. Doesn't stop me from misreading it as "tendrils" though.

Does Kate know what magazine she's reading. This was Seventeen in 1995/1996, not 'Teen. 'Teen was the girly magazine back then. I don't know about Y/M, never read that one.

Those Hush Puppies the girl in blue is wearing.

South Coast Today [archive]

A similar green pair with laces seemed to be everywhere in my magazines for a brief time in 1996. I never saw anybody wearing 'em though. Never saw them at Kinney. I don't see 'em on eBay either, Joel sold 6,000 pairs at his store in 1995, wherearethey. 1

'Y'all know Cover Girl still makes this?!

Remember this beautiful "great" packaging Maybelline had. If I had money to throw around to collect old makeup, this would definitely be in the collection.

The fuzzy trim dress was a classic prom dress (or, at least the teen magazines made it seem that way) for the mid to late 90s.

Anna's dress is #1. I love the short sequin Hawaiian print dress. That is 1996.

There's those black and white dresses again! The Chanteuse girls will kick all of our butts.

I saw a lot more of these pastel dresses in my 1997 issues, which sadly yes, I'm trying to find on eBay right now. No luck.

If I was allowed to have makeup back then, you better believe I would have worn this look at school the next day.

I honestly had no clue that self tanner was a thing yet, or maybe just a thing that was sold at like, Saks in the glass case.

Slick straight hair. That was the thing. I had hair down to my waist back then so suffice to say I was not sporting this look

I used to get my Sanrio stuff from the My Doll and Toy Shoppe in downtown Hampton, Virginia. If you said the name of the store quick, it almost sounded like "MIDOL toy shop".

Every time I would see this ad for Kaepa shoes, naive 12 year old me thought "oh my god is that girl going to burn her school down?"

I had that lava lamp keychain and the 8 ball! I used to get them from either Claire's or Spencers. I had a Cracker Jack keychain too around this time that will just randomly show up in my dreams.

Did people really have scanners to scan in their handwriting back then? I imagine they were a small fortune back then. I tried doing some research on this software, but nothing came up.

Mickey was still stuck in 1995.

Oh, these were SO GOOD in the waining days of the low fat craze.

I remember when the Backstreet Boys got real big when I was in high school, I thought back to the ad and wondered "wait, haven't they been around for a while?" In 1996, they didn't even have an album in the U.S. yet.

"our internet address is.."

Some of these look more like pageant dresses.

I adore all the short dresses in this issue.

Is this a freshman dance? They look like freshmen.

Sharon Stone is a not-g0ing-to-prom icon.

Man, what happened to Finesse? It's like once 2000 hit, it became bottom shelf stuff.

There's always one dress that makes me sad in the prom issues, and I think it's this one. It looks so ... mature.

School Zone time, real pics of real kids from a school in Las Vegas:

The shiny, silky shirts!

These are the only two things I remember from this issue when I was 12: MaryBeth's amazing outfit--I wanted it so bad--and Jennaia's cat shirt.

A baby Tobey Maguire.

Baby Eliza Dushku. Did anybody else other than me think it was totally the norm for a guy to want to wear a bright tuxedo like this to prom?

I wish my scanner app on my phone got a better picture of this amazing Betsey Johnson dress Kathleen Robertson is wearing.

ok, a lot going on here on page 230.

-When I was attending Mary Baldwin College, there was this really cheezy store downtown that sold mostly cutesy poo gag gifts. Very cringe store. I'm sure if that store existed in 1996, they would have sold PMS Crunch.

-We're still in the waining days of the low fat craze here, so here are some "healthy" chips. Garden of Eatin' is still around! I think Guiltless Gourmet went out of business?

-I want to see photos and or footage of the Creamette Pasta Party at Tavern on the Green. All I I found was a blip on the New York Times:

On Saturday, about 17,000 carbo-loaders at the annual pre-marathon pasta party at Tavern on the Green will dig into five dishes created by New Yorkers, one from each borough. The dishes were the winners in a contest sponsored by Creamette pasta. The judges included as many weathermen (Storm Field and Mr. G) and sportswriters (David Kaplan of The Daily News) as food experts (Patrick Clark, Bob Lape and Robin Leach).

The meals, which will be served from 4:30 to 8:30 P.M., are free to runners in the New York City Marathon, which will be held on Sunday. The dishes are: baked ziti and vegetables by Martha Katzeff of the Bronx, rigatoni with beef and cheese by Mike Boyd of Brooklyn, spinach-rotini toss by Barbara Shields of Staten Island, creamy macaroni and basil salad by Karin Mackin of Queens and sweet nutmeg kugel by Diane Girer of Manhattan. All the recipes are by runners. 2

Remember when these Y-Necklaces were popular for about a minute?

1.Parnes, Francine . “Old Dog Trots Out in Trendy Places.” New Bedford Standard-Times, December 25, 1995. https://www.southcoasttoday.com/story/news/1995/12/26/old-dog-trots-out-in/50652285007/. 2.Fabricant, Florence. “Food Notes.” The New York Times, November 8, 1995, sec. Home & Garden. https://www.nytimes.com/1995/11/08/garden/food-notes-021709.html.

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Big Time Prom Kings - Mickames

I blame @partiallypearl for bringing BTR and by proxy James Diamond back to my dash which finally gave me the push to post this. After doing a BTR binge with Riley and Rhuben during covid, I ended up doing a rewrite series for BTR eps/scenes/plots that included my OCs, the Masons. Unsurprisingly, most of them were about James and Mickey so I had a place to explore their relationship within canon. This "rewrite" version of Big Time Prom Kings, which is really just a scene addition, was one of the first ones I wrote. Enjoy!

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James slid the tiara out his hair and let it fall to the cloth covered table in an unceremonious matter. Some would say unladylike. He’d punch them for that.

Stupid Logan and his stupid plans! He was supposed to be the smart one, but this was one of his worst ideas ever! He had Prom King in his grasp! He was so close. And then it all blew up in his face.

Lips pulling down into a pout, James let his eyes wander around the sparsely decorated ballroom. Only a few hours ago it had been decked out in a moonlit night theme with twinkle lights, a large crescent moon displayed behind the DJ table, deep purple and pink sheer fabrics draping off the walls, and pink and white flower arrangements decorating each table. It was supposed to be the perfect night! And yet all he had to show for it was a tiara—not a crown!—aching feet, and his name on a restraining order. Potentially. He made a mental note to get Kelly to help him out of that one. Logan had done enough.

Speaking of Logan, James wasn’t sure how things seemed to work out for him. He still won Prom King. He still wore the tux he came in with. He still was in good standing with Camille, judging by the way they smiled at each other as they spoke by the door, hovering along with other prom goers. Guitar Dude had said something about an after-prom party, bowling was a suggestion, but James wasn’t exactly eager to rush out with them. Not dressed like this. The color of Camille’s dress complimented him well and he blew the girls out of the water hands down, obviously, but it was a dress. People might have already seen him in it and witnessed his and Logan’s stupid spotlight dance but that was as far as he’d like the night to go. So he sat in his chair, waiting for everyone to leave before joining Kendall and Carlos back in the crib to hopefully forget this terrible night.

All he wanted was for it to be perfect.

Why was it so hard?

A peal of identical laughter grabbed James’ attention. He spotted Jazz and Mel by the balloon arc at the door. They clutched half-inflated balloons, stretching their necks a few times. With identical grins, they lifted the neck to their mouths and inhaled, deflating the balloon. They said something to one another and burst into another round of high-pitched laughter. Sammi walked up a few minutes later, eyebrow cocking, silencing Mel and Jazz right away. She took a balloon from them, sucked in a little bit, and burst into song with a shoulder shimmy, making them laugh again. He managed a smile at the sight. That should’ve been him and his friends, laughing and having a good time. Not fighting over the Prom King crown (which was rightfully his!)

“Are you done with that?” Sucking in a sharp breath, James forced himself to look up at Mickey’s face. She hovered over him, pointing towards the piece of cake sitting in front of him. Like her sisters and aunt Kelly, she was dressed in a pressed white dress shirt and black slacks. Her dreadlocks had been woven into an impressive side fishtail and her bright blue sequined bowtie glittered beneath the lights.

“Yeah, I’m good,” James said with a wave of his hand. As if his night hadn’t been bad enough: making a girl cry, being threatened, and having to wear a dress. But dancing in the spotlight with Logan and having Mickey watch took it over the edge. Was this what humiliation felt like? That twist in his stomach, the shame creeping down his spine, the unease blasting heat to his cheeks? His nose wrinkled. Ugh. He never wanted to do this again.

A moment later chair legs scraped against the ground. Mickey hummed as she carefully sat down, gripping the front edge of the chair to pull herself forward. Once close to the table, she extended her hand to him; he spotted two forks clutched in her palm. The blue sparkle polish on her nails, chipped and cracked at the tips, matched her bowtie. Dish soap and cleaning chemicals were harsh on nails.

“I thought you were going to take it.” James took the fork from her and split the cake down the middle and pushed the plate closer to her. She speared the tip of one half of cake and popped it into her mouth. His lips twitched at the light shinning in her eyes and the little wiggle to her shoulders as she chewed.

“I was but you look like you need it.” Mickey propped her chin up on her palm. “Besides, we have plenty of leftovers from other tables.”

“You’re taking it home?” He wouldn’t blame them if they did. He was sure Mickey spent a lot of time and effort in preparing the food and portioning it out for a lot of people. And it tasted amazing; well, the small bites of it he had when he didn’t try to get Aubrey away from her bodyguards or talked with Logan or hid in the bathroom stall for his safety.

“Some we’ll take home but the rest we’re bringin’ to the soup kitchen once we’re done here.” She motioned around to the empty room. Kelly and Sammi walked around from table to table pushing a large garbage bin, tossing in napkins and plastic cups and utensils. Gustavo stood nearby, hood pulled over his head, shoving a large piece of cake into his mouth as he watched. “Well, if Uncle Gustavo doesn’t eat it all first.”

James ate another piece of cake as Jazz and Mel hurried by, bags clutched in their hands. The camera she’d manned all night sat tucked beneath Mel’s arm, still attached to the stand. Jazz’s DJ headphones bounced and wobbled around her neck. “Might want to keep an eye on him,” he said. His eyes narrowed at Gustavo, memories of him laid out on their couch, eating all their dinosaur nuggets coming to mind.

“Figured you would’ve been riding off into the sunset in your horse-drawn carriage by now,” she commented. His eyes dropped into a half-hearted glare and a teasing smile popped onto her face.

“Ha ha,” he mumbled. He reached up and smoothed down his hair as best he could. The hairspray Camille had doused him with made the little lifts and spikes stick straight up. A hurricane couldn’t knock his hair over which, on a normal day, was the goal. Uttering a sigh, he dropped his arm, letting his hand flop into his lap. “Horses aren’t my thing.”

“So…what happened with this?” With her fork, she motioned to him from head to toe, moving in a large oblong shape.

James scratched behind his ear. “Well, I wanted to win Prom King. Logan wanted to help me win Prom King”—Mickey made a face”—so Camille and Steve wouldn’t”—Mickey slowly nodded her head—"and he said I’d get it if I went with the hottest girl.” He lifted the constantly falling strap to the dress back up his shoulder. “To match me, of course.”

“Of course.” Her eyes briefly rolled up to the ceiling and she shook her head. Taking another piece of cake onto her fork, she held it up to her mouth to ask, “So you picked Aubrey Stewart?” and ate it, licking a smear of chocolate off the back.

“Well, yeah, but that’s only because I couldn’t ask you.”

Her chewing stilled and she nailed him with a look. Her eyebrows crinkled and something flashed through her eyes only to be gone in the space of a blink. “Huh…?”

“Yeah,” James said, nodding, as if it were obvious, “I was going to ask you, but Kelly said you guys were already working the prom.”

She blinked again, sat up straight, and slowly set her fork down. “And you didn’t ask anyway?” Her question came out slow, as if stepping on uneven ground.

James shrugged. “Didn’t think you’d say yes. And I know you dream of opening a catering business one day. Figured Prom would be good practice; I can’t step in front of you achieving your dream. Not when I get to live mine.” She slowly nodded her head, a faraway look settling in her eye. She sucked in a breath, muttered about needing to get back to work, and stood. She pushed in the chair, a plume of something delicious and sweet radiated off her skin. James cleared his throat. “Hey Mickey?” She stopped walking a few feet away, spinning in a smooth circle on her heel. The words lodged in his throat for a second. God, he needed to get out of this dress, it was doing strange things to him. “Would you if I asked you? Have said yes, I mean?”

Her mouth twisted to the side and she tugged at the end of her fishtail braid. Then her head cocked to the side, her mouth eased, and her shoulders raised and dipped in a small shrug. “…Ask me again next year and we’ll see.” A spike of pure giddiness shot through James, making him sit up straighter. She suppressed a smile. “Hurry up and go before your carriage turns back into a pumpkin, Your Majesty.”

James stuck out his tongue, making her laugh and hurry away to her beckoning sisters.

He’d never live this night down.

...But it didn’t end up so bad.

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Sun's dress for this next Lambs and Slaughters chapter. .___. Freddy certainly has taste. I don't know what kind of taste it is but it's certainly different from Sun's usual way of dressing. We're of course picturing this is ELECTRIC NEON BLUE. So...that may have something to do with it.