paladin

lucky by name, lucky by nature

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text → leah

LEAH: i'm having a mighty craving for some bubble tea

LEAH: care to join me? my treat :)

LUCKY: i'm never gonna turn an offer like that down!

LUCKY: but c'mon, let me get these?

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xncvhs:

noah narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the box of donuts before raising them to lucky’s face again. “y’know my trainer would have my head, too. there’s no good way around this, save handing them off to someone who doesn’t worry about their appearance – writers, maybe.” he shrugged his shoulders up to his ears. “or we could just split ‘em; spread the blame evenly.”

grimacing at noah’s argument, lucky withdrew the box of donuts and sighed. “aye, i s’pose you’re right,” he agreed reluctantly. he shifted his gaze between noah and the donuts, before finally settling on the box, gazing almost wistfully at the food. “you know...” he started, looking back up to noah with a mischievous smirk. “there won’t be any blame to spread if nobody knows we’ve scoffed this entire box of donuts to ourselves. what they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?” he could totally just spend an extra hour or two working out to burn off the extra calories.

[iwfh]

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donut in one hand and a box with another half dozen in his other hand, lucky had been paying little-to-no attention to his surroundings as he moved through the corridor. as he’d been about to take a bite of the donut, he hesitated, gaze lifting from the confectionary item to the familiar face of @xncvhs​. offering a sheepish smile, he set the donut back into the box and put the lid back on top of it. “man, my personal trainer and dietician would destroy me if i ate these.” he extended the box to noah, “you’d be doing me a favour if you took them off my hands.”

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ncthanwinters:

“it’s just so hard bein’ a star.”  nathan drawled, but he was very clearly joking.  he never thought of himself as a celebrity.  frankly, his mum would smack him upside the head if he even veered slightly off track.  he shuddered after a moment, shaking his head.  “if i were to ever do a condom commercial, i wouldn’t mention it to my mum.  could you imagine?”  he couldn’t help the squeal of delight when lucky set bowser in his lap.  growing up, nathan had never had a pet to look after, so knowing someone who did was kind of a luxury.  he scratched between bowser’s ears, only vaguely catching lucky’s words.  when they finally caught up to him, he gave a small shrug.  “i really don’t have a social life.  i’m not complaining or anything, but maybe that’s why i really want a cat.  to take the edge off of feeling lonely.”  he bopped the kitten’s nose and dragged his fingers down its chest, then made eye contact with lucky.  “i feel sorry for ya, mate, this new dude you’ve been hangin’ with is kind of a loser.”

“alright, alright, looks like we’ve got a diva in the house.” lucky smirked as nathan joked about being a star. the scotsman didn’t think he’d cope particularly well in the centre of attention, hence why he was just a stunt double and not an actor. it startled him when, every so often, a dedicated fan would know who he was. “imagine your mum sitting at home, watching you doing a condom advert? god, i’d pay to see that. i couldn’t speak for my mum, but my dad would lose his shit if i ever did something like that. not in a bad way, mind, he’d just never let me hear the end of it. my brothers wouldn’t either, i guarantee i’d have a text from each of them the second they saw it. still, i doubt condom adverts need stunt doubles, and i doubt i’ll be recruited for acting or modelling or anything anytime soon.” the squeal of delight drew a laugh from lucky’s lips, and he rolled his eyes. “you’re very welcome to him for the time being, he’s not left me alone since i adopted him. literally followed me into the house after i rescued him and everything.” he sat back and listened as nathan spoke, shrugging slightly. “you don’t need a ton of friends, man. you just need a few awesome ones. like me, y’know? get yourself a few lucky mcavoys and you’ll be sorted,” he joked, grinning. “shut the hell up, nathan. you ain’t a loser and i refuse to hear any argument on the subject. you’re coming on a road trip with me, that guarantees instant points for coolness. if you mention being a loser one more time, i’m actually gonna slap you upside the head.”

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buzz-davidson:

“I have but with good intentions, I swear.” he insisted, hands emphasizing his earnestness. It was a story his sister liked to bring up at dinners to make him blush as it inevitably got reactions from those listening. 

“I guess I wouldn’t say it was fucking with someone but I was out with my sister and some friends at some swanky, trendy hot spot that her boyfriend got us into. We’re done, waiting for the valet, and this woman who spoke very broken English and was obviously a tourist comes up pretty forcefully and kind of shoves her kid at me. She was, like, fourteen and asked if she could get a picture.” He rubbed the back of his neck, one of his little ticks, and shook his head, “She thought I was this kid from an MTV show but realized I wasn’t. Her mom was seizing the moment so we played along. Only problem was one person taking a picture and being loud makes others look and way too many eyes on me, dude.”

“hey, i’m not gonna judge you for fucking with someone. you saw an opportunity and you took it,” lucky reasoned, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “so long as it wasn’t malicious or, y’know, harmful or whatever, i ain’t judging,” he assured. the scotsman listened intently as buzz told the story, before laughing and shaking his head a little. “oh, god. man, that’s amazing. that’s a cracking story, i bloody love it. i know what you mean, though, aye. us crew members, we aren’t so used to being the centre of attention, right? feels super weird when people are actually looking at you and know who you are – or think they know who you are, in your case.” 

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ncthanwinters:

“seems like we both played a lot of nintendo when we were younger.”  nathan nodded his approval, flipping lucky off briefly.  “‘ay, it’s my manager.  or agent.  i dunno–someone on my team.  they want me to do a commercial for, like, toothpaste or something.  don’t really know how i’m gonna sell that shit when i’m basically addicted to mint chocolate chip ice cream.”  he stuffed his phone away, scoffing lightly.  he hadn’t had much time to devote to crushes or relationships lately, so he really couldn’t give lucky the answer he wanted.  “nah, man.  i’d need more friends before i answered that question.”  he leaned forward to scratch the kitten behind his ears again.  “shit, i’m definitely not a prima donna or whatever.  be just as fine going in my pajamas.”

“aye pal, nintendo was my life when i was a kid,” lucky agreed, exhaling a laugh and brushing off the gesture from his friend. “bloody hell, do they ever leave you alone? you’re always on that bloody thing,” he teased, gesturing with one hand to the phone that nathan had just tucked away. “and anyway, what the public don’t know won’t hurt them. you’ve got a crackin’ set of teeth, they’ll totally believe that you brush your teeth after every meal and floss fifteen times a day,” he dramatised, grinning as he spoke. “still, i guess there are worse things you could be advertising. toilet paper, condoms, you catch my drift. toothpaste really isn’t as bad as it could be,” he reasoned, before scooping up the kitten and leaning forward to set him down on nathan’s lap. “go o, you can enjoy bowser for a while,” he offered. “man, i’m totally okay with a pyjama road trip. let’s do it. whoever we do decide to bring has to be cool with pyjama road trips though. i don’t want anyone high maintenance setting foot in my car. and anyway, what are you on about, ‘i’d need more friends’? you have plenty of friends, mate.”

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ncthanwinters:

“well, fine, then.  i’ll get my own kitten and call her peaches, and she’s gonna be way cooler than mario and luigi combined.  so there.”  nathan tilted his head, eyebrow raised in a playfully challenging manner.  “i think weirdness is all relative too, to be honest.”  nathan checked his phone briefly for any messages from his manager, shoulders dropping in relief when he saw there were none.  although, frankly, he knew his uncle was due to call with some other audition for a commercial or something–but that wasn’t something he was looking for right this moment.  he turned his attention back to lucky.  “of course i’m in, long as it doesn’t involve a trip to vegas with whomever else we pick up along the way.  i’m not sure i could handle that scandal.”

“alright, sure thing. you do that,” lucky laughed, shaking his head and watching as the kitten crawled over to sit in his lap. “this one is still unnamed. might call him bowser, y’know? how cute would that be? mario, luigi, bowser and peaches. mate, we’re gonna have the cutest little pet family.” watching as nathan checked his phone, the scot arched a brow inquisitively. “expecting an important call, huh? because i know i’m way too interesting for you to start checking your phone out of boredom,” he joked – of course he wasn’t the kind of friend to dictate how much nathan could or couldn’t use his phone when he was at lucky’s place. “aye, of course. we’ll give vegas a miss, but we’ll figure somethin’ else out. did you have anyone in particular that you wanted to pick up along the way? any special requests?” he was intrigued now, of course.

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buzz-davidson:

“You fucked with ‘em, right?” Buzz asked, voice expressing his disbelief that someone would ask that. You couldn’t fake an accent that well no matter what a dialect coach told you. Buzz sucked at accents but that didn’t mean he didn’t try them out every once in a while. He was known to get a little British after one too many shots. “Tell me you slipped into a flawless American accent, bro.”

“aye, of course i did,” lucky confirmed with a laugh, nodding slightly. “i mean, i don’t have a dialect coach and i’ve never had acting classes but, y’know, you pick up an accent or two after living here for a few years and working with americans,” he reasoned, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “i can’t pretend it was a flawless accent but it seemed to do the trick – i swear, i’ve never seen anyone look so confused in all my life. man, i wish you’d have seen it, it absolutely made my day. how about you – you ever had a situation like that? maybe not faking an accent or whatever, but y’know what i mean.” 

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cncthanwinters:

“holy shit, get me one!”  nathan leaped forward a little too eagerly to brush his fingers against the kitten’s fur.  truthfully, he could never really tell whether he was more of a dog or cat person–mostly, he was just thankful he wasn’t allergic to pet dander.  “i think y’might wanna nix the normalcy, mate, it’s not…really a thing.  especially not in los angeles.”  he chewed on his lower lip and successfully held back a yawn, doing his best to tell himself he wasn’t tired after the long morning of filming he’d had with emery.  “does this 3 am roadtrip involve a stop at mcdonald’s?  i’m a sucker for their fries.”

 “i’d say you could have him but i’m not gonna lie, i’m kind of attached to him now. mario and luigi are, too, to be fair.” lucky exhaled a soft chuckle as he stroked his fingertips over the fur of the unnamed kitten’s back. he was definitely an animal person, that was for sure, and he’d been so unbelievably glad when mario and luigi had approved of their new housemate, being that the two dogs hadn’t ever lived with a cat before. “aye, you’re right. i realised that a little while ago but i guess i was hopeful, y’know? maybe not even normality, maybe just a bit less weird than what’s gone off this week,” he reasoned, chuckling. “listen, mate, if you want the 3am roadtrip to include a trip to maccies, then it’ll include a trip to maccies. does that mean you’re in? i have no idea where we’re gonna go, by the way.”

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text: lucky ⇨ jocelyn

jocelyn: aren't you used to it, yet?

jocelyn: i had you down for being more adaptable.

lucky: aye, i'm used to it. just never know when you might surprise us

lucky: c'mon, it's my job to be adaptable. i'm practically a chameleon for a living

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“so in the space of one singular week, i’ve almost broken multiple bones, been stuck up a tree, accused of faking my accent, and now i’ve apparently adopted this little guy.” lucky gestured with a nod to the small cat that was presently curled up asleep on the arm of his sofa. the presently unnamed feline had decided to claim lucky upon being rescued from the tree. “who, by the way, is surprisingly okay with mario and luigi. what’s occurring in your life, bud?” the scotsman shifted his position on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table in front of him and folding his arms across his chest as he focused his attention on @ncthanwinters. “my life is desperately calling for either some normality or a 3am road trip – i haven’t decided which yet.”

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text: lucky ⇨ jocelyn

jocelyn: i hate it when people talk to me when i haven't asked them to.

lucky: i guess you must just hate it when people talk to you then

lucky: i don't think you've ever asked me to talk to you

lucky: breaking my damn heart. and here i am, thinking i'm your favourite crew member

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buzz-davidson:

“Right?” Buzz exclaimed, exasperation evident in his voice. It was an unwritten rule - the same as not looking in another man’s urinal. “You have to pretend you didn’t hear anything, carry on with your life…how do you look a man in the eye after that?”

“Tell me you’re having a better day, Mac. Prove to me that this unfortunate, scarring incident wasn’t the cherry on a literal shit sundae.”

“honestly, i feel for you. i feel for you so much,” lucky confessed, having to chuckle at such an awkward situation that the other had encountered. “you’re damn right, you gotta pretend you didn’t experience anything in there. what happens in the bathroom stays in the bathroom. when you’ve been having a conversation in there though... man, i’m not sure how you deal with that.” he grimaced at the thought of it – buzz was a better man than him for being able to deal with that without going red in the face and stammering nervously. “aye, you know how it is. my day’s the same as always. i mean, i haven’t had any awkward bathroom conversations with anyone so i guess we could say my day is definitely going better than yours. i mean, i had someone ask me if i was faking my accent this morning but that’s not as bad as your traumatic experience.”

[princetaron]

Tired Egg. 😴😴😴

[thelategalahad]

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buzz-davidson:

“You’re a smart man.” Buzz countered, shooting him a look after he was given unwritten permission to share his story. Sighing loudly, Buzz slumped back against his seat, tilting it back. 

“So I’m heading to the bathroom and there’s this intern kid who is, like, twelve. Keeps asking me all these questions which isn’t that bad because whatever gets the juices flowing you know?” He paused to take a breath that he hadn’t taken in a few moments, in his element and on a roll. “But I’m heading to the bathroom and dude follows me in. Keeps talking after the door is locked and I’ll admit, little stage fright happening. He goes in the next stall and keeps talking to me. The. Whole. Way. Through.” Punctuating his words he shook his head, “Like, Dude, I can hear you playing the ass trumpet - sorry - and you’re asking me whether I think Marvel will do Captain Marvel justice? Dude.”

the scotsman offered a chuckle at the comment, smiling and nodding once in a gesture of silent thanks. he sat back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other, ankle-over-knee, and listening with intrigue to the story. admittedly, lucky wasn’t wholly sure that he’d wanna be in buzz’s position in that situation, either. a conversation with a random dude through the toilet stalls? lucky wasn’t about that at all. “aye, that’s definitely a public bathroom horror story if ever i’ve heard one,” he agreed, exhaling a sigh of almost-disbelief. he’d never understand some people. “there are some uh... interesting people around, that’s for sure. i feel like one of the most awkward parts of that whole interaction though – and feel free to correct me if i’m wrong here – is the part where you both come out of the cubicles and you have to come face-to-face with him after experiencing that.”