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callsign-rogueone · 1 month
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the dress - i.c.
Imogen Cardulo x reader Imogen finds you getting ready for a night on the town, and makes it clear what she thinks of that idea. part of my Valentine’s Day celly! 💕 #9: love confession words: 980 🏷: no book spoilers. reader wears makeup and a dress, but no pronouns used. very mild argument, talk of drinking and hookups, it's mentioned that reader had one (1) shot (I may be sober, but I can still write about drinking!), Imogen calls you sweetheart twice. I cannot believe it took me this long to post something for her! I just wanna be her cute little femme girlfriend so bad bro 😭
You shut the eyeshadow compact, satisfied with your work. It’s been a long time since you’ve bothered to do yourself up like this, and you almost don’t recognize your reflection, but it looks nice.
You hear the door unlock, straightening up.
“Oh, hi Im,” you greet, your cheeks warming. You weren’t expecting to run into her, but you suppose it was inevitable; you do share a bathroom, after all.
She stares at you blankly for a moment, taking you in -- she’s never seen you like this, ever. “What are you wearing?”
“A dress,” you answer, moving in a small circle to show her the full extent of the outfit. “I bought it first year, but I’ve never had a chance to wear it. Do you like it?”
It’s cute, a pretty shade of light blue patterned with tiny white flowers, cap sleeves and a short skirt that flutters as you move, but it's definitely not seasonally appropriate -- it’s very likely going to pour rain tonight, and that thin cotton isn’t going to keep you warm at all, especially when it only extends to your knees. She doesn’t see your flight jacket anywhere, either.
“I do like it. But why are you wearing it?“
You gather up the makeup back into the little bag you keep it in, pulling the drawstring tightly. “Me and the infantry girls I met last week are gonna go into town to hook us some civilians. Wanna come with?”
You stumble a bit as you turn, still unused to the heeled shoes you’d borrowed from your new friend. 
Imogen reaches out to steady you, setting a hand on your back. She sniffs the air twice, undoubtedly smelling the shot of whiskey you’d taken earlier -- you hate the stuff, but it does the job, and you can’t really complain about the taste when there’s nothing else available; cadets aren’t supposed to have any alcohol in their rooms.
“I only had one shot,” you defend, seeing the unamused look on her face, “and I’m gonna need one or two to convince myself to go through with this.”
“To go through with what?”
“Y’know…” you gesture aimlessly, embarrassed. 
She raises an eyebrow. “No, sweetheart, I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”
“To go out to a tavern and take somebody home. Or to be taken home, I guess, since we can’t have visitors. I’ve never done anything like this before, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” You manage a smile and a nervous laugh.
The anxiety radiating from you is her last straw, but she treads carefully, knowing you’re a little fragile right now. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” you ask, looking genuinely confused. 
She can’t take it anymore. “Gods, how naive are you? Do you have any idea how dangerous this plan is? Walking half a mile to town at night in the cold with a group of girls you hardly know, dressed like that, just so you can get drunk and hook up with some stranger who you’ll never see again?”
You take a step back, grateful you don’t stumble again, and cross your arms over your chest in a show of intimidation that doesn’t work at all. “I can protect myself. And you don’t get to tell me what to do, or who to hang out with, and you certainly don’t get to tell me who to fuck. Why do you even care?”
“Because I want you to be safe, and because you’re worth so much more than just a drunk hookup. You deserve someone who actually cares about who you are inside, about your feelings. You’re a good person, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
You deflate, looking down at the floor in shame. “You’re right, it was a dumb idea,” you mumble, rubbing your hands over your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. 
“C’mere,” she coaxes.
You step out of the shoes, taking a few steps across the cold tile toward her and letting her wrap her arms around you.
She smells nice. 
There’s a moment of still quiet, just the distant sounds of water moving through the pipes.
She rubs a hand over your back. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she says quietly. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”
“S’okay,” you mumble, but she isn’t entirely convinced.
“Hey,” she says softly, “you know I love you, right?”
You blink. “What?”
She stiffens and pulls away, realizing what she’s admitted, but it’s too late to take it back. “I’m in love with you,” she repeats. “But if you don’t feel the same, I— mph!”
She squeaks in surprise as you tug her back to you by the collar of her flight jacket, connecting your lips. 
You taste like malt liquor and strawberry lip gloss, and it’s intoxicating; she can’t get enough of the thing she’s wanted so badly for the last year.
You pull away for air after a moment, resting your forehead against hers. “I do feel the same, for the record. I’ve been in love with you for months. Tonight was going to be a desperate attempt to get over you, but that’s clearly never gonna happen.”
She smiles. “I’m glad I found you here, then.”
Rain splatters against the frosted window, a downpour starting outside, and you can’t help but laugh -- there’s no way you would have made it all the way to town and back like this; you’d be soaked before you got past the front gates.
“How about I go change into something warmer, and then we can start making up for all that lost time,” you suggest, picking up the shoes and your makeup bag. 
“That sounds perfect,” she agrees, giving you another soft kiss. “See you in five minutes?”
You grin at her over your shoulder as you push open the door. “I’ll make it three.”
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honey-leemon · 9 months
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happy tummy tuesday folks ✨️✨️✨️
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arobutchsab · 5 months
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I.... think I need a bigger dildo
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You ever love a character so much you wish you could like, swallow them whole and keep them inside your mind forever Like Zeus did with his first wife?
(not vore, it's metaphorical)
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Okay so anything legal is fine which gives me a lot of pressure because that means a lot of things are on the table.
BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE BF PHOTOS OF SEONGHWA???
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OMG YAS DUDE CAN GET IT!!
HOLD ON IS THAT REAL???? LIKE NOT AN EDIT???? MOTHER I MUST INVEST IN AN ENGAGEMENT RING IMMEDIATELY AHHHHHHHHHHHH
i wanna litter his lil tummy with kisses and leave behind a trail of hickeys in the shape of a heart cause that’s what this baby girl deserves 🥺
ofc he deserves a hell of a lot more than that and i’d give it all to him 😩
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yaoi-yaoieverywhere · 7 months
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Litana showed up!!! Yay!!!
ok listen I understand some people are mad that Litana isn't (And I'm quoting not mocking here) "dark enough in the manhwa" (sidenote: I think people were expecting a very cool dark skin tone from more of an Central African-esque fantasy region bc of her location. Which would have been so cool! tho I had defaulted to South America-esque in my readthru bc those are the rainforests I know) but if you aren't equally upset by her outfit and clear lack of research for that (And dare I say, disrespect to many native cultures very present in that) I'd like to sit down and consider why? esp in consideration to the skin tone Pan4 uses for the Koreans that have shown up.
Cale (White Boy)
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Choi Han (Korean)
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Litana (Rainforest Native):
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like if she's supposed to be 'African' the skin tone AND the barely wavy hair deserve the bombastic side eye, and natives might also fight over the color choices, but this sports bra miniskirt with bicycle shorts monstrosity deserves a little questioning no matter what is all I'm saying. lets go team lets go
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cgogs · 2 years
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👻
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bruh I was literally about to record the episode when my pops calls saying I need to help cause his bro broke down on the highway n etc etc lol
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chimeric-art · 1 year
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Someday, someday I'll show you what it means to truly fly free, but until then...
Princess Rose belongs to @miss-mossball <3
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eulchu · 2 years
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it was rude of vidcon not to hold off until dream’s face reveal & george’s move to america so they could go ://
vidcon doesn't rly care its called capitalism i think ^_^ < hasan would love me btw did u guys hear about the hnf meetup
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alteredsilicone · 2 years
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The true bisexual experience is having a boyfriend in one timeline and a girlfriend in another.
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prattery · 2 years
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man i know i have loads of wips and updates have been sporadic at best but im no gonna lie. in this economy???? in this heat??????? im finding it a bit hard to stay motivated
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agape-28 · 2 years
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Why are we ignoring his sleeping with girls?
i mean i'm not ignoring it? i just don't care? lol
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carnalcvpid · 7 months
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Lol grandparents r coming on Thursday expecting to be shown a fucck ton of art and I am king of art block cannot create 😭😭😭🙃🔫🔫
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ow-loving-rants · 7 months
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IM LAUGHING SO HARD OHMYGOSH
So I had an amazing intimate time with Honey and said that I could return the favour, but he said that he would do it later because I was too tired
We're chatting, saying nice things and affirming our love for each other when...
I asked him if he could tell me a bedtime story instead (something we occasionally ask for from each other) BUT THIS MOTHERFUCKER WENT:
"Baby, please, I'm jerking off right now."
After I let him finish, I JUST START DYING OF LAUGHTER BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK AND HE STARTS LAUGHING LIKE CRAZY COZ ITS SO BEWILDERING
Anyways, that's my little tidbit for today about my relationship 😭
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van-xuan · 11 months
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so many early childhood memories revolve around ong noi tbh... him picking me up early from school to drive me to this big family get together at a fancy restaurant or something that seemed really big because i was really small. it rained a lot when i was little i think... i still remember the smell of his car in the rain, and drawing pictures in the damp of the cold windows from inside. hed ask me how my day was and id answer on a scale of a- to a+
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