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yorkshireteauk · 1 day
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yelena and kate decide to buy lightsabers one day to recreate their favourite fights and they have fun until nat randomly walks in their house while kate and yelena are mid fight in film accurate outfits and yelena scrambles to make an excuse why they are like that
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pusheen · 1 month
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sariphantom · 1 month
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Rise March Day 7: Lucky
A cookie to anyone who can guess the reference.
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marsoid · 18 days
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more Ride or Die CATS / patreon
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imagine-darksiders · 4 months
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Oh to have a dinosaur that behaves like a big, friendly Golden Retriever.
Do you think I wouldn't forfeit all of my worldly possessions to Lucky? You'd be wrong. The Rancher literally upped moved to find a bigger home for their prehistoric child and that is a VALID life choice.
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payuappa · 1 year
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animals r crossing
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warandpeas · 6 months
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Daily Affirmations
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View On WordPress
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wocina · 3 months
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mcroutfits · 4 months
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7.5/10 rare aesthetics pt. 2: gerard's lucky clover t shirt
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yorkshireteauk · 2 days
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kate decides to buy a kite one day when her and yelena are walking the dogs in central park and as they are flying it, yelena mentions how it reminds her of the time she was piloting a foreign satellite and kate isn’t sure if she should question yelena on why she had control of the satellite or if she was joking
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duftvonregen · 8 months
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why-i-love-comics · 7 months
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Spider-Man: Animals Assemble! (2023)
by Mike Maihack
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spiritchill · 2 months
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Do not scroll past the Trash Wizard without claiming your luck. ✨
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marsoid · 3 months
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Ride or Die CATS [patreon]
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leclerc-hs · 5 months
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lucky - cl16
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Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: in which you and your childhood best friend, are most definitely in love, but it's too complicated. Warnings: BAD FRENCH??? (I don't speak French...please correct me so I can make some edits!!! Would be greatly appreciated), angst!!!!!, no smut but maybe if I make a part 2? Word Count: 1,332 Author's Note: I'm thinking I want to make another part to this maybe??? Idk what do we think. It was just a random thought that came to mind. I didn't edit or proofread. Please fix my French if you can!!! xo UPDATED FRENCH: edits thanks to @dannyramirezwife!!!! PART 2 BONUS
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"Ah, merde!" You exclaimed, dashing up the stairs of your apartment building. As usual, you were running late, but this time it was for your own dinner party. Your hands were full, and the constant vibration of your phone in your coat pocket suggested your friends were wondering were you were.
In the home stretch, you reached your door, ready to unlock it. To your confusion, the door swung wide open just as you approached. Charles leaned against the frame, a hand towel casually slung over his shoulder, like he owned the place.
"Où étais-tu tout ce temps-là, Lucky?" Where have you been all this time? Lucky. Your childhood nickname. His lucky charm. It warmed your heart to hear.
His eyebrows were scrunched as you stepped through the doorway, brushing past his shoulder and into the living room where all your friends sat chatting loudly. A small speaker played music in the background softly while your friends all chatted and laughed. It took a moment for them to notice your arrival.
"She's here!" "Mon dieu, finally." "I am so hungry." echoed through the room as your friends expressed their relief and hunger. Their flushed cheeks suggested they had indulged in heaps of wine while waiting for your arrival.
"See Charles, no need to have an aneurysm. I knew she would show up soon," Joris teased, winking in your direction before casting a glance over your shoulder. No doubt, Charles towering over your frame behind you.
"Je suis désolé," I'm sorry. You apologized repeatedly, sensing the tension. After urging everyone into the dining room with a wave, you added, "Sit, please," prompting your friends to take their seats. You hurried into the kitchen, dropping your bags by the kitchen table.
"Où étais-tu?" Where were you? You felt his hands on your hips as you opened the wine fridge to grab more bottles of wine for the table.
Butterflies. The warmth of his hands made your stomach flutter.
"Got caught up at work and missed the bus," You explained in a huff. "I had to walk all the way back here."
His hands tightened on your waist, turning you around to face him. His eyes were darker than normal, eyebrows still furrowed. "Mon dieu! Why didn't you call me?" My God. He seemed frustrated even more so now. The tone in his voice was rather sharp. "It's freezing outside."
"Ca va, Cha." I am fine. You reassured him, gently moving away from his embrace. You carried the bottles into the dining room and placed them on the table. Charles following, a large pasta dish in hand for the table that everyone immediately dug into as soon as it hit the table.
As the guests eagerly dug into the meal, you settled into your seat, intending to fill your wine glass. However, Charles beat you to it, taking the last seat beside you and topping off your glass, his actions notably conspicuous.
The dynamic between you and Charles was far from straight-forward. Best friends since childhood, who also hook up, who also don't tell their friends about it? It was complex for sure.
You both didn't look at it as an exclusive thing either though. You both go on your fair share of dates. More Charles than you. Yours never went further than a few dates for fun.
Since Charles and his ex-girlfriend last broke up, he has been more needy and more possessive of you. You figured he would get back together with her at some point, like he always did. It was just a ticking time bomb at this point. You, counting down the days until he takes her back.
"Hot date?" You heard Arthur ask from across the table, winking at you. "How was it?" You felt Charles hand slip to your thigh under the table, gripping it tightly.
You truly were coming from work tonight. But you did have a date last night. One that you didn't need Charles to hear about.
"Non," No. You felt your cheeks redden, a dead giveaway that you in fact did go on a date. "I got stuck at work, imbécile," you stuck your tongue out playfully at Arthur. Everyone laughing immediately, except Charles.
Charles squeezed your thigh again, clearly wanting your attention. You turn your head to him giving him a pointed look. Saying stop. Saying please wait until later. He understood, slipping his hand off of your thigh and faking a smile for the table as he falls into conversation with the rest of the table.
After a few hours, with everyone in a cheerful state of inebriation and satisfied bellies, the apartment was finally cleaned up and emptied. The lively chatter had faded away, leaving behind a quiet space. The only person lingering was Charles, sprawled comfortably on your couch, waiting.
You weren't privy to the excuse he had given to avoid going home with the others, but at the moment, you didn't care. No one seemed to question or pay much attention to him staying behind, as if it were a routine occurrence.
"Qui c'est?" Who is it? He sat like he was on his throne. Except it was your couch. Looking at you, like you owed him every explanation.
"Cha, s'il te plaît," please.
You could feel him getting more frustrated by the minute. You loved him to death. He was your best friend. Your person. You fought like siblings sometimes. But, you also fought like lovers.
You didn't want to get into who you were going on dates with. It was casual. Just for fun. It's not like Charles is officially yours.
"Non, dis-moi." No, tell me. You noticed him clench his hand into a fist just slightly.
"It was just a date, no one important." You waved him off. Taking a seat beside him on the couch. Silence followed. As if he was lost in his own head.
"Merci," you thanked him. For setting up dinner. He is the only other person with a key to your place after all.
His eyes flicked from you to the TV. He couldn't look at you while he said these next words.
"I don't want you to date."
It was unfair. And he knew it too. Which is why he couldn't look you in the eyes as he said it. He doesn't deserve to tell you that. He doesn't deserve to feel this way.
You let out a loud sigh, "Cha. You can't say things like that." You wanted to cry honestly. "Let's keep this simple, oui?"
You both were too blind. Blind to see that no one else would ever make you happier. But, you both were too scared to fully commit. Because you knew once you did, that was it. There could be nobody after you. There could be nobody after him.
"J'en ai marre," I'm sick of it. You felt him stand up from the couch. He was now pacing in front of you, the sound of the TV barely heard as he raised his voice. "J'en suis malade de mentir," I am so sick of lying.
You knew what he meant. You felt that way too. But it wasn't time. You both weren't ready to make it official. It was too scary.
"Assez!" Enough. You exclaimed. You couldn't handle this right now.
"Just go home," you felt shut down. You were not ready for this conversation. You knew Charles patience was wearing thin. But it was unfair. Just because he thinks he is finally ready, does not mean you need to be.
Charles felt as if he could rip out all of his hair. He wanted to pound his fists all over the place, just to get you to give him something. You were completely shut down. He wanted a reaction. He wanted a confession. Nothing you would provide at the moment.
"C'est pas croyable ça," Unbelievable. He said bitterly with a small laugh. "Have fun on your dates."
And with that, he was out the door. Slamming it hard enough that the walls of your apartment shook.
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