luckylewis

[luckylewis]

"No particular reason."

Lucky couldn't play coy convincingly if his life depended on it. He made a diligent effort to not let his expression betray that there was a very specific reason but when it failed him, so did his mouth.

"It's just that I know someone else also arrived here by himself."

At least he thinks that Jared has. If not, that was for his friend to figure out.

"Just in case you find yourself looking for any familiar faces. Maybe somewhere around midnight, who's to say."

@ithinkitscami

For some reason, Camille found herself curtsying as her face brightened with color. Groovy was indeed the right word now that he had said it. "No, you're right. I think the green gives groovy."

No pun intended.

She hated the question that followed. It was easier to get to a party by oneself and then find a friend and ask them to take you home or walking home was always an option. An option that most of her friends feared for her but as long as she had pepper spray and a knife - she was good.

"Well, I arrived by myself." That probably wasn't what he was expecting her to say, but it was best not to assume in any way. "But I'm sure I'll find someone to tag along with."

At least she hoped.

"Why do you ask?" @luckylewis

[luckylewis]

"Spicy?" That gets a laugh from him and he understood why it wouldn't be to everyone's tastes. It wasn't a genre he was overly drawn to himself, "I like fantasy mostly. Not in the spicy sense, high fantasy. A Song of Ice and Fire, Lord of the Rings, that sort. Not sure any of these offerings fit that bill but I'm open to branching out."

@lucydriscoll

"A few." Lucy nods, "However most of them a bit too, uh, spicy for my taste. I like the good 'ole heart break and drawn-out love stories." She doesn't judge those who do, however she couldn't imagine reading some of these in public. "You?"

— @luckylewis

[luckylewis]

"Very good answer, Adam would approve."

A little too much which is why he would be omitting talk of it from their weekly FaceTime call with Theo or he would be hearing the very same opening that started through the speakers when he found it for at least a month long stretch.

"I was supposed to be in the original Spice Girls line up," Lucky says into the mic over the upbeat music, sharing an untrue tale like he was the actual Tilda Swinton and not just their longstanding inside joke, "Alien Spice."

Another jazzy beat and he can't resist another adlib.

"They thought it was too out there."

He mimics a drum being hit for a ba-dum-ts and very nearly misses his actual opening line, just about catching it so he could sing along.

"You just walk in, I make you smile. It's cool but you don't even know me."

Sporty Spice's next two bars remain unsang as he stepped around to where she was sitting, his extended to her so he could beckon her to him.

"I'm going to be shit at this song without Dom. C'mon baby, don't hang me out to dry on our third-first-kiss-aversary."

@macaulaymontgomery

"I keep track of everything about us, it's my favorite thing."

The best parts of any day had Lucky in them -- waking up next to him, skating by for a drive-by kiss on her lunch break, and any silly thing that they decided was a date.

Mac wolf whistles as he takes off his jacket, taking her seat directly in front of him and taking another sip through the straw of her cocktail as she tips her head to the side in consideration.

"'Stop' by The Spice Girls," she answers decisively.

@luckylewis

[luckylewis]

Tabitha brings a hand to her mouth in worry as Theo escaped her father's grasp and makes her way into the crowd. While they're amongst the sea of parents, Tabitha tried not to compare herself to any of the California moms. Of course, they was by far one of the youngest pair of parents, with Tabitha looking as though she just wandered off the school block herself. Her biggest fear was that it would somehow be held against Theo in some way.

"She'll be okay," she mumbles, more to herself than Lucky, but she was sure he needed the reassurance too. As she heard a sniff beside her, Tabitha's gaze flickers to Lucky then softens. Tears weren't something she ever showed freely but there was a certain comfort in seeing Lucky's. Like it gave her permission to feel the mixture of pride and dread that mixed low in her stomach.

A hand extended to Lucky's forearm, resting on it lightly. Giving comfort wasn't one of her strengths but for him, she'd try. "Hey," she says softly as she normally would for Theo during these big emotions. "Of course." A hand rested on his forearm before they wrapped around his mid waist. The height difference between them put her cheek roughly at his chest, which she rested against. Tabitha shut her eyes as she felt a few tears rim her waterline.

"We raised one hell of a kid, Luck—" Tabitha told him with an assuring nod as they pulled apart. Her eyes took one more longing look at the school yard before resting a hand on his arm. "Come on, we'll hear all about it when we come and pick her up later."

"Let's head to the diner?" She asks, hoping it will distract him slightly from the anxious thoughts she knew would be rattling around in his mind. Similar ones ran through her head too. "I'm starved and could do with your help tackling a pancake stack."

( @luckylewis )

[luckylewis]

━━  🚬┊I'LL SET THE TABLE – NIC D.

i’ll set the table, you pour the wine / lord knows your hand’s steadier than mine / if i seem anxious, i am all the time / it’s not you, it's all in my mind / i don’t know how you’re so patient, how you’re so kind / if i were you, i’d’ve left me behind / you’re belief in me echos when i look in your eyes / got me thinkin’ it’s worth one more try.

[luckylewis]

PAUL MESCAL Photographed by Andrew Jacobs for Vogue

[luckylewis]

M : MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

"Anywhere I can dance with Lucky. My favorite place in the world is to be on some dancefloor with him, singing too loudly along with songs and spinning together until we're dizzy and laughing too hard to stand up straight. Bonus points if I'm in a pretty dress but I've been just as happy dancing in my pajamas in the kitchen with him." @luckylewis

[luckylewis]

luciole (firefly): what was your dream job when you were little?

"Astronaut cowboy pro-wrestler puppy walker. It was a real bummer when I found out what LinkedIn was and searched that availability."

aesthetic french asks

[luckylewis]

🚶

"Tap, tap, is this thing on? From the bottom of my heart, Lucky Lewis is a miserable git. I knew that within five seconds of first meeting him so imagine my surprise when he opened his mouth and that accent followed. Though he says he hasn't got an accent and it's me who does. We'll be arguing that one forever.

He's got a knack for being a right raincloud that you can usually only find in an Englishman so you can see why I was confused to find out he was from some Californian beach town across the pond. Big Croydon energy off that bloke. Bradford at a push.

We might seem like chalk and cheese but we go together like bad British weather on a day when you planned a barbecue. Same taste in lager, same opinions on crisp flavours, both powerless when it comes to the charms of romance novelists called Imogen Arnold.

Me more so, obviously. Not that it's a competition, but I'd win if it was.

I think a lesser friend would have given me death for falling in love with their ex, but not Lucky. I know he means it when he says he wants us to be happy because I know who he is.

I was quite worried about him when he moved back home, about what it might do to that head of his but I don't worry about that as much these days. It's proper mad to see the American you used to go on three day benders with in The Ends be someone's dad but it was the making of him.

I can't wait to get to meet Theo properly but our weekly FaceTimes are something I look forward to every week.

That'll happen sooner rather than later I reckon. He's played a blinder finally sorting things with Mac. I've always been fond of her and if she ever tries to say I'm not I'll remind her who said nothing about her not paying any rent for the two-weeks-turned-year she stayed at the house. I think they'll go the distance. They'd better because at this rate a wedding invite's what it's going to take for me to get an invite to this hometown of his. Not that I'm hinting.

Hintfuckinghint."

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

[luckylewis]

MEMES.

aesthetic french asks

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   ! 

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

MUSES.

lucky.

dallas.

uly.

mack.

bo.

x.

silas.

buddy.

santiago.

ziggy.

ravi.

atlas.

keo.

reggie.

sal.

[luckylewis]

"What about someone's dusty daughter or gender nonconforming child? You gotta be ready for any possible scenario," Lucky teases, perusing the Valentine's Day stuffed bears that were on display on the market stall, none of which felt like his almost-six year old would want anything to do with, "She's not even a year and a half yet, you're a long way away from those kinds of worries."

When it came to his own daughter, he was more concerned with instilling in her a sureness of self rather than to get overly caught up in external validation.

"Have you got any plans for V-Day or is it going to be more on the lowkey end of things for you two with the new little one on the way?"

@wesxevans

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: flora and fauna, ab markets, anywhere that sells vday things!

when: before valentine's day

"I'm looking for Valentine's Day gifts. Not just for my wife, but for my daughter. I need to start convincing her to set her expectations extremely high as soon as possible, so in the future when someone's dusty son wants to talk to her he's gonna have to work for her attention."

[luckylewis]

closed for: @lucydriscoll

where: oceania bookshop

"Damn, they went all out here," Lucky says of the Valentine's decorations in the bookstore as he glances over the display of romance novels that were near the front, the genre not one he often dabbled in, "Have you read any of these?"

[luckylewis]

closed for: @thebellamyxcalvert

where: exes bonfire

Another month, another failed attempt at quitting smoking.

With his lighter misplaced and most likely in the hands of of the tipsy townie who had asked to borrow it from him earlier, he risks the integrity of his cigarette and three of the fingers on his hand to light it off the bonfire.

"Ohhhh, fuck," He mutters as it catches and nearly burns down further than he wanted it to, pulling his hand back from the flames quickly and salvaging a smoke-able amount.

Good plan, his less-than-sober-self thinks, bringing the cigarette to his lips to draw in a drag as he glances around him idly doing a double take almost instantly at a face that still looked familiar despite how long it had been since he had seen it in the flesh.

"Bells? No way."

[luckylewis]

Paul Mescal as Calum Patterson Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells

[luckylewis]

━━  🚬┊MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE – FRANCIS AND THE LIGHTS.

we are bound to inherit / the sins of our parents / and all of the people we pass through / now we're down to the last two / you've got your mother's eyes / you've got your grandmother's ring / you've got your daddy's discernment / girl, you did your thing / one, two, one, two, always on beat / you must have been born with two right feet.

[luckylewis]

"Damn, impressive."

He can't help but wonder if Lori might have a better time at placing a face to the name, assuming she would have made herself more annoying than she usually was if she was in close enough proximity to someone with two parents in her desired career field.

( Their parents weren't exactly role models when it came to career trajectories, or much else. )

"A crush on me?" He asks as he looks towards Nora at the same second she was looking at him, catching her expression that made him feel instantly bad for his obliviousness. Lucky considered himself very taken so he hoped that was all in the past.

"I know, it's about we got one because you only have to look at my generation of them and deduce it's a wash."

Not a wholly irredeemable one, he hopes to himself. He's figuring it out, Lemie was doing well, Lori knew where she wanted to get to and maybe there was a time in the future where everything didn't feel as hopeless as it did with Lee.

Maybe.

"My ears weren't giant, I was just growing into them." Lucky scoffs, clicking the volume down button on his phone twice to lower the music slightly so he could hear her easily over the sounds of boygenius, "How have you been though? Settling back into being here full time?"

@noralevin

"Yeah. Pediatrics, I think?" Nora hummed, glad for her decade of acting experience for one of the first times since she'd come back home, as she buried the instinct to give up the ruse with a bark of a laugh.

She was already mentally readying herself with more factoids about this fictional Molly. Chem undergrad, doctor parents, kinda mousy in high school but experienced a glow up in college, still talked with a faint lisp.

"I don't know, man. Small town, and she was only a year younger than you. I think she might've had a crush on you for a second, actually, so it's kinda shitty you don't remember her."

Nora took her eyes off the road for a second to narrow her eyes at Lucky as if to say, 'wow, you dick.'

"Wow, a well-adjusted Lewis kid? Her mom must be an actual angel," she joked, reaching over blindly to pinch at Lucky's cheek. (Her fingers landed on what felt like an ear instead). "That's awesome, though. Seriously. I can't believe she's that old already, goddamn. It's actually still hard to wrap my head around the fact that you're a dad. I look at you and you're still that eight year old kid with giant ears for a second."

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