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[silverlake-archive]

fun asks

post a selfie of you

what would you name your future kids?

do you miss anyone?

what are you looking forward to?

is there anyone who can always make you smile?

is it hard for you to get over someone?

what was your life like last year?

have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

who did you last see in person?

are you good at hiding your feelings?

what is something you want right now?

how do you feel right now?

when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

personality description

have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

opinion on insecurities.

do you miss how things were a year ago?

have you ever been to New York?

what is your favorite song at the moment?

age and birthday?

description of your crush.

fear(s)

height

role model

idol(s)

things i hate

i’ll love you if…

favorite film(s)

favorite tv show(s)

3 random facts

are your friends mainly girls or guys?

something you want to learn

most embarrassing moment

favorite subject

3 dreams you want to fulfill?

favorite actor/actress

favorite comedian(s)

favorite sport(s)

favorite memory

relationship status

favorite book(s)

age you get mistaken for

what my last text message says

turn ons

turn offs

where i want to be right now

star sign

something i’m talented at

5 things that make me happy

something that’s worrying me at the moment

favorite food(s)

description of my best friend

ask me anything you want

[lucie-armstrong]

thelanamiddleton·:

@lucie-armstrong·

Lucie and Lana had met through Kyle, through Luke - she couldn’t even really remember it but it’d been around when they’d both moved to the city and Lana actually really liked Lucie, back in college, she would have 100% counted herself as one of the guys, but it seemed like in Silver Lake it was actually possible to have a friendship with a woman without her accusing you of wanting to steal her boyfriend OR being in love with her. 

So when news had broken about the difficulties Lucie was going through, Lana gave her space, until she knew that it was time to finally force the girl out of the cocoon she’d created for herself, and the only way Lana knew how? Pizza and beer. So, she’d managed to drag Lucie down to Sal’s and found them the most private booth she could away from anyone else and was sipping on her beer watching her friend before finally talking.

“You know I’m not leaving here until you’ve had at least 4 slices of pizza.. Otherwise I will try and admit you for some kind of evaluation at the hospital so I can monitor you there.. I can do that..” she glared at the girl, even though they both knew there was no way a resident had that kind of power, but.. still she wanted to make a big deal out of this.

“Look.. We can sit here and talk about Kyle or we can bitch about something else.. But Luce.. please..just give me somethin’? I’ll even tell you about my boy issues if you want?”

Lucie couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been out with Lana. It’d been too long. She liked the woman - she was good fun to be with. Lucie didn’t exactly have many good friends, and so she was grateful to have met Lana when she moved into Silver Lake.

She maybe wasn’t so grateful for being dragged out for dinner. She knew Lana was only doing what was in her best interest, but she would’ve been happier at home. Although in reality she knew that nobody else really had any interest in her life and what she was saying; people in town were far too absorbed in their own lives to notice anyone else.

“I’m not avoiding food Lana, honestly. I just get busy - I forget,” she shrugged. She was past her struggles growing up. Though even she could admit that she’d probably lost a few too many pounds in the last few months. “I’m also pretty sure you don’t have the power... You also know full well that I do not do hospitals. I don’t know why anyone would ever want to be in there.”

She sighed at the woman’s comment. Lucie wasn’t one for speaking about her feelings, and she knew Lana knew it. She would skirt round issues, or fall quiet. It was easier that way. Tonight was no exception. “Tell me about your boy issues, then. What lucky man is currently in Dr Middleton’s life?”

[lucie-armstrong]

phedova·:

“You should get everything you want… you deserve it. I promise, the moment I win, I’m getting you all the shoes you want. Then, I’ll be your favorite. Wait, you did? That’s really sweet of you Lu but you didn’t have to. You know, we shouldn’t be spoiling her. Glasses, shots… let the alcohol take over us!”

“I don’t need you to enable me, Phe. My mother literally bought me some more Louboutins when I saw here - she’s worse than me,” she laughed. Her parents also had substituted emotional support for material things. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to. She’s adorable - and she’s the only niece I’ve got to buy for.” Lucie still wasn’t exactly sure where her and Kyle were, but she knew she didn’t want a world without him and his family. She doted on Chloe, despite not wanting kids of her own. “Alcohol it is then.”

[lucie-armstrong]

phedova·:

“Oh, trust me you’ll be one of the first to know. Who do you think I’m going out to shop with? There’s some good wine in here, so let me join you on that. I was thinking about getting a few shots, but I can start with a glass of red.” 

“You know I like to shop. I need some new shoes - well, maybe not need but definitely want... I bought Chloe some cute dresses the other day, I hope you don’t mind. Shots? You’ll need a few glasses in me to convince me to do that.”

[lucie-armstrong]

mattrusso·:

Matt rolled his eyes, though not unkindly. A decent majority of people weren’t terribly interested in the random facts he liked to spew out at them nor the philosophizing that went along with it, but he’d known Lucie so long it was habit to do it anyway. “You’re welcome,” he said, flashing her a shit-eating grin. “You should know the history of what you’re buying before you buy it, even if your candles aren’t gonna be made of whale fat. Anyway what are you doing, having a séance? Just get more, who doesn’t love a million candles? The fire hazard is my favorite part.”

“The history of whatever you’re buying? That seems like more effort and work than I have time for,” Lucie countered, shrugging as she picked up yet another candle. “Just a few more bits for the house, you know.” Not that she was doing anything drastic; she couldn’t bear to change the house from the way Kyle had left it. “You not buying anything? Nothing for whoever it is who has put a smile on your face?” she teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

[lucie-armstrong]

lucian-harvey·:

He sits in silence as he waits for the blonde to return, his fingers drumming against his leg as he looks around the living room. Sure enough, it still looks like the house of Kyle and Lucie, it didn’t seem like she’d done any crazy interior design in order to cleanse her life of her husband. “That’s good—” he murmurs softly, even if he wasn’t sure if it was, surely the distraction of work was something? He nods his head as she tells him she’s ok, he doesn’t totally believe that, but he’s going to let her have it. Not feeling its really any of his business anyway. He dampens his lower lip, his teeth dragging across the skip for a moment as he thinks to himself. “Yeah—” his head nods, a sigh dropping from his lips. His work / life balance felt more like work / work balance, just a matter of which, his practice or the ER? “My partner has some stuff to deal with so he’s gone AWOL” he remarks, hand drawing to his face to rub at his tired eyes. “Picking up a lot of extra patients at the moment.” It was shit, and it was a waste of his knowledge. Which is why he wouldn’t give up the ER shifts, at least those were somewhat interesting. “Thanks—” he answers, taking the glass from her and drawing it to his mouth for a sip. “He didn’t send me by the way.” He remarks after a moment, eyeing her. “I’m here because I wanted to be. I just wanna put that out there.” And it was true, he didn’t think it was healthy for him to be involved in their issues anyway. 

“Gone away for good? Or just for a little while?” Lucie asks. It had been a while since she’d seen Luke. She was used to knowing about his life - even if it was only tidbits that she’d picked up from her husband. But life was different right now. “Don’t work yourself too hard. You won’t be able to help anyone if you burn yourself out... You making sure to eat?” Even she wanted to laugh at her own hypocrisy. She’d barely been able to look after herself, let alone eat. Who was she to lecture Luke? “Right-... Thanks Luke... ” she nods, after a moment of silence. The idea of Kyle sending him over hadn’t crossed her mind until he suggested it. But then, she didn’t exactly think he was one to play games. “I had to go. I know he doesn’t understand that. But I did.” Lucie wasn’t one to talk about her feelings, but she felt the need to say that. Sipping her wine seemed a better alternative to talking anymore.

[lucie-armstrong]

phedova·:

“Honestly, that would be so nice. Too bad I don’t get that lucky with lottery wins. I think I’ll just try my luck with alcohol this time and see where it gets me.” 

“I mean it really would be. Remember me if you ever do get lucky with it. Although alcohol isn’t the worst idea. A bottle of wine has never let me down.”

[lucie-armstrong]

kylisms·:

“Lucie.” Her name slipped his lips effortlessly but with a clear reprimanding tone to his voice. As if she were a child being held accountable for coloring with a sharpie on the wall or eating cookies before dinner. “Lucie you know you need to eat, especially before drinking like this.” Kyle shrugged off her own suggestions. The concern for his wife certainly was a sobering experience and as a result, Kyle had yet to even remove his arms from around her. He could feel it, how different her body felt under his touch like it was unfamiliar territory and no the weeks that turned to months of their absence from each other didn’t have a significant part to play of his own memory. “I want you to eat something and then…” Then she needed to go home. “After if you want to dance we can,” Kyle reasoned. “But just a quick one.”

Although the moment he even stepped foot away from his wife, he collided with another, some drunk partygoer with little regard for their surroundings. It was enough to prompt the sudden change of plans. “Maybe we should just go. Let me drive you home and we can stop for food on the way.”

“Kyleeee...” Lucie pouted at her husband. She knew he was right, but she wasn’t about to admit that. She also knew that he knew her, and the things she struggled with. Although she was almost certain that they’d both struggled with the last few months in different ways. 

“’Kay, deal. My car is at home but ‘m not sure I could drive now.” She most definitely couldn’t, not given the amount of alcohol she’d consumed in the last few hours. But she certainly wasn’t leaving Kyle. She took his hand in hers, their fingers lacing for the first time in months. She’d missed it - being close to him. “But you gotta stop for good food.  And if you really love me, you’ll get fries.” Lucie would probably regret mentioning love in the morning. But all she knew now was that she wanted to be with Kyle. Gripping on to his hand, Lucie stumbled her way towards the door - using Kyle for balance.

[lucie-armstrong]

phedova·:

“Yup. My luck is pretty amazing if you think about it. Disgusting, but can’t be more disgusting than other things I’ve dealt with. Thanks, Lucie, I’ll keep that in mind. I’m hoping there’s not going to be a next time, because someone’s getting punched.” 

“I mean I feel like you deserve that luck in some other form though. Maybe a lottery win? That might be better than having to get someone else’s gum out of your hair.”

[lucie-armstrong]

chesterbarnsley·:

Chester’s hangover was awful, but he had to work. At least he was getting some fresh air and exercise, walking between houses delivering mail. 

“Morning!” Chester smiled, seeing the next person due for a delivery outside. “Lovely day, isn’t it?” He loved Silverlake and how sunny it was all the time. To him, it was hard to be sad or angry when the weather was nice. 

“Can I get your autograph?” He asked, holding out the signature pad for them. “Just right there please.”

@slchat·

“Chester you can always have my autograph,” Lucie smiled back at him, taking the pad and quickly signing. “Just maybe don’t tell anyone that I’ve ordered any more shoes. The neighbours will think I’ve got a problem.” She doubted that her neighbours really cared what she was doing. The only person that would was Kyle, and well he wasn’t there. “Talking of shoes though, yours were spectacular this weekend.” Well, from what she could vaguely recall.

[lucie-armstrong]

phedova·:

“So, you know about that ice trick all around the internet…? It actually works. Someone spat their gum out and somehow it got in my hair but I didn’t have to chop it off. I’ve never felt luckier for living in the 21st century.” ( @slchat· )

“They spat gum into your hair? That’s pretty awful behaviour, but I’m glad you got it sorted... If you ever need someone though, my hairdresser is a miracle worker.”

[lucie-armstrong]

mattrusso·:

Instead of running into people like a normal person, Matt had turned Lucie into his captive audience for the day when he’d found her at the Book Nook. It wasn’t that much different than their childhood, in all honesty – Matt had made something of a habit in their youth of recruiting her to accompany him on his pointless excursions. Today’s goal was nineteenth century whaling. 

“People were using whale fat for candles a hundred years ago,” he said, less to inform her of this factoid than to underline the insanity of it, “can you imagine? Taking a forty foot creature out of the ocean and melting down its fat to light your fucking house? Jesus Christ.” His reread of Moby Dick during his two week stint of tour across the east coast had spawned his fascination, but he didn’t mention that part. @lucie-armstrong·

Matt wasn’t the person Lucie was expecting to bump into at Book Nook. She also wasn’t expecting to spend the afternoon learning about historical whaling, but she supposed that things didn’t always quite work out how you expected them to. Although she probably should’ve guessed it from Matt; he’d been like it since they were children.

“That is-... Wow, Matt,” Lucie replied, pausing for a moment. She wasn’t exactly sure how one was expected to respond to such a fact. “That is quite mad. But I really just wanted to know whether I really needed to buy another candle. Not how they were made years ago. But thanks for that.” She gave a soft laugh.

[lucie-armstrong]

lucian-harvey·:

He gives her a nod of the head, normally this would be followed with him asking where Kyle was, but not tonight, the hall was eerily quiet without the noise of his best friend pattering through the house. He follows her towards the living room, wine still in hand as he lets out a quiet breath, this was awkward, he needed to say something to break the ice. “It’s good, thanks, you? Are you back to selling houses?” He asks, sitting himself down on the couch in the spot he usually took. “That’s be great, thanks.” Leaning forwards, he places the wine bottle down on the coffee table as he waits for her to bring him a drink and get herself comfortable. “How’re you?” He asks, gaze lingering on her for a moment, though his tone was genuine, he was asking because he wanted to, not because he felt obliged. 

There was no denying this was awkward. She couldn’t remember a time when Luke had been over without Kyle being around. He was her husband’s friend first and foremost. They only really knew each other because of him. “Yeah, back to work,” she nods, pouring him a glass of the red wine she was drinking. Lucie wasn’t a big drinker usually, but times were different. “Yeah I’m okay.” A total lie. She hoped he wouldn’t question it too much. It felt easier than opening up to her husband’s best friend about about the problems in their marriage. “You? Work keeping you busy?” She walks round, handing off the glass before sitting on the couch.

[lucie-armstrong]

eleanoratwood·:

“Oh, right. That. Yeah, that’s not happening. You would rightfully judge me if I told you the whole story, so I’ll just leave it at the fact that I’m an idiot. But it’s fine. It just means I get to have more fun tonight, right?” Nell laughed at her own embarrassment before clearing her throat, hoping to avoid talking about it. “So, have you tried any of those special drinks that everyone keeps talking about?”

“Eleanor Atwood. I would never judge you.” Lucie protested, shaking her head as if to emphasise her point. “But if you don’t wanna talk then that’s fine. I can just be the bestest wing woman you’ve ever had.” She probably wasn’t in a state to have the best judgment, but she would try nonetheless. Lucie would really do anything for Nell. “I had some of the test tubes. You want some? I think you need some.”

[lucie-armstrong]

theivyhart·:

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them somewhere.. But I’m all for proper old school Buffalo shoes. They may be expensive but if they’re good enough for Emma Bunton then they are more than good enough for Ivy Hart..” she laughed and sipped her drink 

“What do you mean? I don’t really.. go clubbing where men aren’t all grinding on each other..” she joked

“I mean if they don’t then I’m writing to them,” Lucie nodded decidedly. “We should go shoe shopping soon. I need some retail therapy.”

“You don’t? Oh. Right... That makes sense. I mean I don’t really go clubbing, not unless Kyle really wants to go.” She paused for a moment, not wanting to ruin their evening by talking about her husband again - even if he was constantly on her mind. “I mean they keep trying to grind against me here.”

[lucie-armstrong]

kylisms·:

“I see that,” Kyle noted as Lucie flashed her wedding band in front of him. “I don’t want you to be a Davenport either.”And selfishly there was a moment of relief that came with her drunken confession. Lucie still wanted him despite everything they were fighting about in her sober state, she wasn’t about to hand him papers to sign or leave to Seattle without any hope of saving their marriage. Despite the frequent movements that could have easily let her slip out of his arms, Kyle didn’t let go. If anything his grip on her waist tightened. “Yeah? Alright, Mrs. Armstrong maybe you should sit down.” The platforms alone were a cause of concern, which had contributed heavily to the stiffened disposition Kyle currently held. A sobering experience to see the rare occurrence of an intoxicated Lucie. 

“You know I’m actually not that thirsty.” Which had been the better way of telling her she had enough without directly saying it, yet. “Don’t you wanna go get something to eat instead? When was the last time you ate something?” Fingertips tapped idly against the fabric of her pink dress where his hand came to rest on her waist. “Baby…don’t you wanna….Lucie let’s get out of here.” Again, his attempt to yell over the music left his already raspy voice pale in comparison to the sheer volume of the base. Were they even hearing each other correctly at this point?

Lucie had missed Kyle. She’d missed being held by him. The alcohol in her system probably wasn’t helping those feelings, but she was enjoying being back in his arms. “I don’t wanna sit down. ‘M happy here with you,” she grinned at him. Lucie felt herself pushed against his body as a drunk stranger barged past the married couple. She took the opportunity to snake her around his waist, both to steady herself and to close the gap even more.

“Um... I think breakfast.” That was well over twelve hours ago; eating hadn’t really been top of Lucie’s priorities recently. Her appetite had been replaced by guilt and concern for her marriage. The pounds she’d lost were especially noticeable in the tight pink dress. “Don’t I wanna what?” she repeated, struggling to take in what he was saying, despite how close they were. “Do I wanna dance with my husband? Yes. Do I wanna go? Only if you’re coming too.” Right now, Lucie would be happy with either eventuality. She just didn’t want to let go of Kyle.

[lucie-armstrong]

mattrusso·:

“That’s true, I could,” he agreed, because although five-eleven might not have been short it certainly felt that way sometimes when he was so often surrounded by tall people, from his band to Lucie to his girlfriend. “Dude, it’s the costume from the the Bad Touch music video, you kidding? Literally nothing more iconic than that song. If anything this was my childhood fantasy and you better believe I’m living it.”

“Oh. I thought you were just dressed as some kind of childhood trip to the zoo,” Lucie shrugged. The logic behind that was questionable, but then she didn’t think she’d ever actually seen the music video for the song. “You wanna drink? Some shots like old times?” She hoped the proposition would distract from her previous statement.