#anyway he sang it bc they were playing in hollywood but you just know he relates to the lyrics and that makes me fucking sad dude

[mrschwartz]

Alex singing Hollywood Hopeful by Loudon Wainwright III before Dancefloor (Los Angeles, August 7 2014)

The lyrics to the song:

#i'm projecting but hearing him sing a song that has the line ''never thought i'd see the age of 25'' breaks my fucking heart lol #especially bc guess what. he Was 28 when he was singing this so like 🤪🔫 #anyway he sang it bc they were playing in hollywood but you just know he relates to the lyrics and that makes me fucking sad dude #imagine going to this concert expecting the good ol LADIES before dancefloor and being hit in the face with this instead? lmao #i'd start crying #arctic monkeys #alex turner #am #show

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

Chapter One.

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March 4, 2017

The trunk was filled with heavy boxes that were labeled with thick black sharpie, which didn’t seem to leave Luciana’s senses; and one too many suitcases filled with her many articles of clothing that she couldn’t get rid of—no matter how hard she tried—since she was too much of a hoarder and every piece of clothing seemed to have a lost memory in them that she tried very hard to think of, which only meant that it was worth keeping. 

A droplet of sweat leaked down the side of her face due to  her nonstop packing and heavy-lifting from her childhood room upstairs to her dad’s car in the driveway. It didn’t help that the sun was beaming down at her with every move like she was on center stage, in front of the spotlight, but it made much more sense for the sun to do that because that’s where she belonged: on stage. 

Moving to Brooklyn, New York from Cambridge, Massachusetts during, what felt like, the coldest but the sunniest day of March wasn’t the smartest move—to be fair, Luciana was never one to make a smart move, anyways—but it was one that needed to be done. Plus, all the lifting seemed to have warmed her up. 

Her destination, or now, home, in New York was one that she’d been anticipating for a while now. She had auditioned for the role as Kim in Miss Saigon on Broadway in November, and she’d gotten a callback in January for the role as the second Kim, meaning she would be on rotation to perform every week or two weeks, so the main Kim could rest. But she would still have to go to rehearsals and be on the side of the stage watching the show just in case she needed to jump in at the last minute. 

It wasn’t her ideal way of playing the main lead, but nonetheless, she was grateful for the opportunity, and she would take any chance that was thrown at her to not only take another step towards her dream, but also another learning opportunity to make her a better actress. 

Little Luci would’ve been so proud of the present Luci because it’d been her dream ever since she was younger, to be on stage and eventually, be on the big screen. Although she was far from completing her dream of being a face in Hollywood, this was a step that would take her to where she wanted to be in the future, and for that, she was proud of herself. 

As a child, Luci had been in various commercials; from being the kid that played with slime and had no lines but to just put on a big smile while the sticky substance ran through her small hands, to being the daughter in a car commercial with one line that said “Are we there yet?” with a groan and a face of exhaustion as if she were the one driving the car. She hoped that these commercials would have someone recognize her talent, to cast her as a Disney star, but that would require moving to California, which her parents were wary of. 

The commercials stopped when she reached middle school. Her early adolescent years consisted of an abundance of attitude and mood swings; Luci was a very tough and determined kid. Her love for acting had grown into a big balloon that was let go and on its way into the galaxy where no one could reach it—where no one could mess with her achieving her dream. 

She would always stand in front of her white wooden framed mirror—with delicately painted colorful flowers around the border—reciting lines that she heard from a television series or the films that she watched, and she would write them down in her blue notebook. Sometimes, her parents would let her search the script up if it was available online. But oftentimes, she would test and challenge her memorization, and listen to it by ear; testing her mind, and eventually, her memorization skills were immaculate by the age of eleven. 

It was perfect timing because by the time she was in middle school, she was able to snatch the roles she wanted when her school’s drama department held school plays. Her family thought that she would start to hate being on stage since school plays always ran until late evening, but being part of the productions had only enhanced her love for her talent, and it only prepared her for a quarter of what her future may look like. 

All in all, from a very young age, she always knew that she wanted to become an actress. The spotlight or the center of the camera was where she always craved to be. 

And she was finally making that dream come true. 

A black Toyota Camry pulled into the space behind the car that was filled with her belongings. Ren and Beatrice, Luci’s lovely parents, both get out of the car with a pink box of donuts—a snack for the road and for when she gets to her new apartment. 

“Ready, Lucky?” Beatrice asked, rubbing her daughter’s back. She was quite bummed to see Luci leave her childhood home, but she’s proud to see Lucky Luci chase her dreams. She was, after all, twenty-five and was bound to move out at some point, but to see it actually happen made Beatrice quite emotional. 

“Ma, please, don’t cry…” Luci frowned as Beatrice pressed her fingertips to the corners of her eyes. She wrapped her arm around her mother’s shoulder, comforting her. “You’re all coming to New York in a month, right? To watch me on stage?” Luci asked, reassuring herself that she would see her family in a different state to rescue her from her loneliness. 

Luci was an independent woman. She could do tasks by herself, go places alone, and she wouldn’t have a problem with it; she enjoyed the company of herself. But to know that at some point she might be alone—that everyone had left her behind or forgotten about her—was what scared her. She needed to know that the people who loved her unconditionally wouldn’t forget about her. 

“Of course we’re going!” Ren exclaimed with a smile that Luci was going to miss seeing everyday. “We can’t miss our baby on the Broadway stage. If we could, we’d go to every damn show that you’re in, but that would be a lot of gas, no?” 

She chuckled, nodding her head. She felt tears pricking her eyes at how supportive her parents were—they’ve always been. If she could, she would take them with her to New York, but her one bedroom apartment and their work said otherwise. 

“Now, Lucky, don’t cry.” It was Beatrice’s turn to comfort her daughter. Like any parent, when they see their child cry, it breaks their heart and they cry too. “We’re gonna see you real soon. You can always come back anytime you want. We’re just a phone call away and we’ll pick you up,” Beatrice said between sniffles. The mother and daughter were embracing so tenderly and comfortingly—enjoying every last moment together until they got to see each other again. 

“Jeez, you’re both the same—always crying!” Ren interrupted, making the two women laugh; and he was glad they found what he said amusing because he couldn’t handle the sad moment. “C’mon here, my Lulu.” Luci settled into her father’s arms, hugging him tightly. She’s always been her dad’s girl, despite having a close relationship with her mother, her relationship with her father was something that felt like home; he always knew what to say and when to say it. It helped that she was the female version of him. “You’re gonna be the best star out there, I’m sure of it. Now, I want you to have fun, alright? The fame, the fortune, the big city…it doesn’t amount to anything if you’re not having the time of your life” He comfortingly rubbed Luci’s back, holding her in a warm and tight squeeze. 

Luci smiled at her father’s words. She was always a bit hard on herself when she would mess up or forget a line or a movement that correlates to a specific line in her script. When she was younger, she would beat herself up for a sliver of a moment; she would cry into her pillow—sobs loud enough that they were heard from downstairs. Luci would think that she wouldn’t become a well-known actress just because of the minor forgetfulness her mind had presented. But Ren would gently tap on her ocean blue door, letting himself in because he knew his daughter didn’t have the energy to get up and let him in, and he would sit beside her, gently urging her to sit up with him. Once she complied, after many groans of refusals, she would be glad she did because her father looked deeply into her eyes—and it was like looking into the reflection of clear and clean water—and told her she was a star. It was only three words, but those three words reminded her to never give up and get up when she would hit the pavement of what she felt like were her fallen hopes and dreams. 

Ren would then end it with a statement of advice that had always lingered in her mind, resonating to the silent and harshful words that she tells herself. ‘Nothing will amount to anything if you’re not having the time of your life.’

A rush of gratitude settled upon her as her eyes became glossier by the seconds she was in Ren’s arms. Beatrice looked at her greatest treasures fondly, a smile appeared on her face only for it to be replaced by a look of confusion. 

“Where is that damn brother of yours? He said he was going to be here at ten!” Beatrice interrupted the sweet moment she was having with her father, making them disconnect from the hug—just as Ren did with Luci and Beatrice.  

Speaking of the devil, her dear brother was making his way towards home on the side of the street, wearing a grey sweatshirt that was stained with his sweat as his earphones were nestled in his ears, loudly playing music. He loudly sang along to some rap song, breath staggered as he rapped along with his hands. 

Nathan smiled once he stepped foot onto the driveway as he took out his earphones, seeing his family look at him vigilantly. Luci laughed, shaking her head. 

“Hey, there’s our superstar, little Ana!” Nathan opened his arms, ready to hug you but she quickly stopped him, curving her spine backwards to deny his hug. Ana had been one of the many nicknames her family had called her when she was growing up from the second half of her name, but Ana seemed to have stuck with Nathan as no one else really called her that, so it was his own personal nickname for her. 

“Ew, please, do not hug me.” Her face wrinkled in disgust from the spell of her brother’s sweat from his run. Nathan chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes before turning towards his parents. 

“Ooh, donuts-”

Beatrice slapped the back of his hand before he even got a chance to open the pink donut box. “Not until you shower and change. Lulu needs to be in Brooklyn by three!” 

“Ow, mother!” Nathan whipped his hand away from Beatrice’s burning slap, although he was just playing around and being dramatic. “But fine, alright. The star always gets what she wants, am I right?” He dropped his head towards Luci, sighing before he hurried inside the house to take a quick shower and change. 

Luci giggled, telling her parents that she would be right back to go up to her room to check if she’d gotten everything, even though she knew that she had everything, she just needed to reminisce alone for a moment. 

Her feet took her up the wooden stairs, where she, for some unknown reason, always spent her time sitting on as she leaned her back against the wall and read or drew. Nathan always found it weird of her when they were doing homework when they were younger, but it was just one of the many fun anecdotes he could tell reporters if he’s asked about their childhood. 

Pushing open her ocean blue door that she never changed because she loved the color, she was met with the emptiness of what was once her sanctuary. Despite the paint on the wall changing, the replacement of furniture, and rearrangement of her childhood room, Luci could still see the baby pink walls where she hung up various posters of her celebrity crushes when she was eight. She could still see herself walking over to her Cinderella white wooden dresser as she pulled out an inflatable microphone from her drawer before she walked over to her bed to sing her heart out with her cousin. In the corner of her room was her mirror that she painted colorful flowers along the border when she was younger, and she definitely did not want to change or get rid of it; it wasn’t difficult to stir up a memory when she was in front of that mirror because up until now, she was always reciting her lines to her own reflection until the late night. 

All of these memories that Luci held within her heart would help her ground herself—remind her where she came from. No matter where her career took her, she would always be the girl that was firstly known in her room, crying, laughing, and acting within the four baby pink walls until she was sixteen, and then it changed to an ecru white. The feeling of nostalgia clutched her chest, and for the second time today—not even noon, yet—she found herself crying. 

She silently sobbed in her sanctuary. Her chest felt tight, like her heart was grasping onto the memories, begging her to not leave, to not move on. But moving on would mean being stuck, and she didn’t want to feel stuck—she just never wanted to be in one place where the walls would slowly feel like they were closing in on her. She didn’t want to be in one place and eventually hated it, so for that, she had to move on. 

A soft knock was heard from the outside of her bedroom, making Luci turn around hastily. She found Beatrice standing in the doorway, warmly smiling at her daughter, and keeping the tears at bay because she needed the comfort of her mother more than her mother’s tears. 

“My Lucky Star…” Beatrice walked into the room, welcoming Luci into her arms. “You okay?” 

Luci deeply inhaled and exhaled as she calmed herself down from her cries. “I’m alright. It’s just hard saying goodbye to this place—to my room.”’

“Oh, Lulu. You don’t need to say goodbye. I know you’ll be coming back here soon, anyways. I know you love home too much to completely stay away.” Beatrice was subtly trying to remind Luci about her love for her hometown, for her home, but her words also were trying to remind her about that certain love for her home and to never forget that love so she doesn’t stray away because Beatrice was simply afraid Luci would never want to come back once she discovered the luxury of her career. And even though she knew her Lulu wasn’t one to forget about her family, Beatrice would never admit her fear. 

Luci sniffled, wiping her tears away as she pulled away from her mother’s embrace. “Yeah, I know. Just…doesn’t feel real that I’m leaving.” 

“Sure, you’re leaving, but you’re going off to do bigger and better things. You were never one to stay in one place, physically and mentally—you were always moving, always loved learning more. And I’ve always been so intrigued and interested in how your mind works.” 

“Ma…” The waterworks seemed to be the highlight of the move. 

“I’m serious! I’m so genuinely proud of you. You’ve been keeping your talent—and I don’t mean ‘high school plays’ talent. I mean your Broadway, Hollywood, Academy winning talent. Now, you get to showcase your light in front of thousands of people.” Beatrice always had a way of boosting Luci’s self-esteem, making her ego a tad bit more bigger than it already was. She didn’t mind if her self-esteem had skyrocketed into the galaxy of her dreams, but she always reminded Luci that being humble and kind always outweighed being obnoxious and arrogant. “Now, enough with these tears. You’ve got a road trip to New York. C’mon, now.” 

They made their way downstairs and out the door where Ren and Nathan were talking about the latest basketball game of the Celtics. The trunk was closed, and the only thing waiting was Luci herself. 

“There she is! Ready?” 

Luci took a deep breath, turning her head to look back at the pastel yellow house that had kept her safe for the past twenty-five years. From here, she knew everything was going to change. Whether it’d be for the good or if things would go downhill from here? She didn’t know; all she knew was that she was going to be doing what she loved and she was going to have the time of her life doing it. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.” 

The state of Connecticut seemed to pass by quickly from the car as Nathan drove at a decent seventy miles per hour; the state vanished just as quickly as when they entered. 

Luci mindlessly looked out the window, thinking about everything and nothing at once as she drowned out the music playing through the speakers of the car and Nathan’s voice singing along. 

The cars passing by, the bystanders, and the locals filled the streets and highways, making her wonder what all of these people’s stories were—wondering if they lived in this city or if they were just stopping by to visit, or if they’re just going through the state to get to the one next door just as she was. Maybe she’s had an encounter or simply passed by them on the street in a world that seemed too large but small at the same time. She always pondered on whether everyone else thought the way she thought—if they wondered what her story was or the people around them. 

The world is an interesting place and there were so many intriguing people out there, making her more excited by the minute as she takes on this new adventure in her life that would be completely life changing. Luci’s going to be meeting so many new people that, she would hope, have an impact on her personal life or career. 

“Nervous?” Nathan broke the comfortable silence between them. 

Luci raised her brows and curled her lips into her mouth. “A bit.” 

He nodded, thinking for a moment. Nathan was always one to think before he spoke, and it was a quality that some people needed to learn how to do. He quickly learned that lesson when he was in high school; one of his friends, Johnny, and him were going back and forth joking around with one another. And for some odd reason, teenage boys liked to joke around about fucking everything, so Nathan had said “Yeah, I fucked your mom, what about it?” without thinking. Johnny stayed silent, the rest of their friends were waiting for his comeback, but they only received tears that glossed over his eyes before he ran off to a different part of campus, away from the lunch tables. Nathan found him behind the orchestra building with his face pressed on his kneecaps, crying. Later, he found out that Johnny’s mother had passed away before their sophomore year started and he hadn’t told anyone, which left Nathan quite speechless, but it was a lesson that he learned: to think before anything comes out of his mouth. 

“I know you’ll do great. You were born to do this, born to be on stage. Everything you do is to greater your experience and opportunities. All the mistakes you’re gonna make, which we both know you’re gonna make, they’re gonna be learning lessons for you to continue doing what you’re good at doing; the mistakes are there so you can better yourself,” he reassured, occasionally glancing at you briefly before averting his eyes back onto the highway. 

Luci smiled, never taking her eyes off her older brother. She leaned closer to the middle console, where his right arm was resting on the padded console. Hugging his arm tightly and resting her cheek on his shoulder, she accepted and appreciated his advice, his words. They made her heart fill up with so much gratitude and love, insanely grateful and happy that she had such an amazing and supportive family who always knew the right things to say when they could sense her nerves and anxieties powering through the roof. 

“You’re gonna kill it out there. This is just a step towards where you wanna go, where you actually wanna be.” 

She nodded, looking to her right as they quickly passed the ‘Welcome to New York’ sign from the state line of Connecticut and New York, and it was the sign indicating her new home. 

Nathan pulled into the apartment’s parking garage, entering in with the code that the complex gave Luci on the silver keypad as the two watched the automatic gate arm swing up to the side, and Nathan entered the parking structure, parking in one of the many spaces available. 

Luci excitedly got out of the car, rushing to the trunk where Nathan had opened it from inside the car. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to bring the hand dolly to help carry the boxes, which meant that the siblings were going to have to carry the many boxes she packed by her own hand and strength. But luckily, some of them weren’t that heavy; most of the items in the brown boxes were kitchenware and she figured she could just drag those. 

One by one, they took one box each and headed for the elevator, where it took them to her apartment floor—floor four. Luci grabbed the keys from her purse that contained two copper keys hanging on one single silver loop and a small keyless sensor, and she unlocked her navy blue door, revealing her new apartment. 

When she entered, she was met with a door across the entrance that she would use for her coats and shoes, things that she would need when she’s rushing out the door. Going through the small hallway in from the entrance, it led her to another small hallway to her left where her bedroom and guest bathroom was; and to her right, it would take her to the kitchen and living space. With four big windows with black window frames, the natural light really came in, making her place brighter for saving electricity. 

Walking in and putting the boxes against the black cabinets in the kitchen, she immediately fell in love with the space, her space. Despite already taking a tour of the apartment a few months prior to her official move in day, it felt different being there for the second time because she now knew that this place was hers. She saw it in a different light, and she was already anticipating the memories she was going to make in her new home. The place was empty; and with every step and every noise from her mouth, the room would echo, and she loved it. There was something satisfying about the echo in an empty space that was hers, like she wanted to furnish the hell out of it, but at the same time, she didn’t mind the echo. 

“This is your new home.” Nathan put an arm around Luci’s shoulder. He got a bit emotional seeing his baby sister grow up and move away from home, but he was excited for all of the experiences and memories she was going to make. Luci looked up at him, not saying anything but smiling as she was speechless. Nathan could practically feel the excitement run through her and all he did was chuckle at her speechlessness. “C’mon, let’s go get the rest of the boxes.” 

For the next fifteen minutes, Luci and Nathan hauled the boxes from the car, to the elevator, and down the hallway to her apartment. There were about four more boxes left in the trunk, and they would’ve been finished by now if they hadn’t been taking breaks. 

Nathan’s phone rang as he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets of the kitchen across from Luci who was sitting in the corner where her dining table would be. 

“Hello?” Answered Nathan. “What? Tonight? I’m in New York. I’m helping my little sister move here. Uh, okay. Sure. Bye.” He groaned, standing up. 

“Who was that?” Luci asked, nosy as she was. 

“That was one of the board members at Mass General Hospital.” Luci’s eyes widened. “They just asked me if I could come in tonight to teach and supervise the new residents.” Nathan was a general doctor working in the Emergency Room as Mass General back in Boston. He’s always wanted to teach with all the knowledge he’s stored in his brain—always wanting someone to learn a thing or two when they spoke to him, and this was his chance. 

“Holy shit, that’s amazing, Nate!” Luci stood up, excited for him.

He started to breathe a bit heavily and Luci immediately took notice; she could practically feel the nerves coming out of him, the same nerves she felt while going in for an audition. “Yeah, I actually have to leave, like, right now.” 

“Hey, hey.” She quickly stopped him from running out of the building and out of his mind. “Come here—breathe with me for a second.” She held onto his wrists gently. 

“Luci, I have to-”

He pulled away, but she tugged him back. “You’re going to drive yourself through the highway, and who knows what will happen, you might get pulled over and you won’t make it to the hospital. So, just take sixty seconds to breathe with me.” 

For the remainder of the time that they had together, they took some deep breaths. She spoke encouraging and uplifting words to him to calm down his nerves and anxieties that he seemed to drive himself over a cliff for, and it seemed to work as Nathan’s shoulder’s weren’t so tense and the grip on her hands had loosened. 

The two of them walked down to the parking garage where Nathan took down the last four boxes and placed them by the entrance of the complex. He was adamant on helping her get the last few boxes up to her apartment, but she shrugged it off, telling him that she was able to carry them and that he needed to leave because he’s most likely going to hit traffic during rush hour. 

“Call me if you need anything, okay? I mean it. I will drive here in a heartbeat.” 

“I will, I will-”

“Just not tonight,” he joked. “This is the highlight of my career.” His smile was so bright that it was like he was a little kid on Christmas again who just received a Hot Speed set from Santa. 

Luci laughed, hugging him goodbye. “And call me if you need anything too. I’ll miss seeing you everyday,” she admitted, a slight frown on her face. She thought she’d have the entire day with Nathan, but it was cut short due to his work but she wasn’t mad about that at all because she knew there'd be plenty of times when he would drive down to walk along the New York streets and see her perform. 

“I’m gonna miss you too, Ana. But I love you and I’ll see you next month!” He hurried into his car, and Luci watched him as he pulled out of the driveway, waving at the rear view mirror to say one last ‘see you later’ to his little sister. 

Walking back to the curb where all of the boxes were set, Luci picked one up to test how heavy it was and she barely made it upright without almost hurting her back, so she put the box down to take a proper breather. She decided to drag the box closer to the door of the complex—which saved her a few steps without completely dropping the box that was labeled ‘glass plates’—and pulled the handle of the door, only to find it completely locked. There was a slight panic that flew through her until she realized that she needed her keyless tag that she had to press against the pad on the wall to get inside the complex, so she blew out a sigh of relief before reaching down to her pocket for her key, and with just her luck, her keys weren’t in her pocket or with her at all. Then she started to panic again. 

Luci quickly walked out of the parking garage and to the front of the building where the leasing office was to find them closed, which was odd because it was Saturday, but apparently their servers were down so they just decided to take the entire day off. She rolled her eyes annoyingly, walking back to the garage in a fast manner because she didn’t want anyone to take her boxes, and so she figured that she could just wait until someone left the complex or arrived. She even left her phone at her place, so it wasn’t like she could call anyone to help her, but some sort of entertainment would help the time go by quicker. 

Sitting on the curb in the garage, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, and humming the melody from the Miss Saigon soundtrack, an hour goes by until she sees someone walk past the automatic gate barrier, heading towards the entrance where he opened the door with his tag. Luci sprinted towards the door, calling out for help. 

“Wait, wait!” The man turned around confusingly, taking his AirPod out of one ear. She caught up, taking deep breaths as she waved at the man. “Sorry, I’ve been out here for an hour and I completely forgot my key.” He didn’t say anything but stared at her, wondering why he’s never seen this woman before. The apartment complex really only had four floors, and he’s sure that he’s seen everyone who’s lived here. She noticed that he looked down at the boxes and back at her. “Oh, I just moved in.” He nodded more understandingly. “Do you mind holding the door for me?” 

“Sure.” Was the first thing he told her before stepping aside to hold the door. She took another deep breath, getting into the correct form so she doesn’t throw her back out, and began to lift the heavy box. He noticed her struggling, and he felt foolish for not offering his help in the first place when he noticed the four boxes on the cement. “Here, sorry, let me help with that. Get the door, yeah?” Luci’s heart flipped once she heard his deep, accented voice before she gratefully thanked him and he grabbed the box from her, replacing her hands with his and the slightest brush of their fingers made her flustered; he held the box tightly to his chest without much struggle. 

“Yeah, let me just get this one.” Luci grabbed a much lighter box that had all of her shoes, and held the door for him with her foot as he made his way inside of the building and to the elevator. He pressed the button with the arrow pointing up, and luckily, they didn’t have to wait for more than five seconds before the bell at the top chimed and the stainless steel doors opened. 

With the heavy box in his hands, he still let Luci walk in first, which made her smile and he followed in as she pressed with the bold ‘4’ printed on it. He held the box in between his chest and the other end of the bar on the wall as they waited in silence as the elevator lifted them up to her apartment floor, and she brushed past him when he lifted his arm, gesturing her to go first. 

Her front door was closed but it was unlocked, which only made sense, so she opened her door, putting the box next to the entrance and politely asking the man to put it next to the one you put down. 

“Thank you so much, really. You have no idea how much I appreciate your help.” 

“It’s no problem. I was the same when I moved here too—forgot my keys and was locked out.” He related to make her feel lighter about the situation since it was an honest mishap. 

“Did you go to the leasing office?” She asked curiously. 

“Yeah, but they were closed.” 

“They’re closed today too! It’s like they do that on purpose whenever someone new moves in.” The man chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. 

She hadn’t gotten a proper look at him since she was too distracted by trying to get into her building, but just by one real look at him, he was very attractive—probably too attractive to where she couldn’t think straight. He was wearing a pastel yellow and white striped button down that was a bit flowy and open, showing his white tank underneath that was tucked into his black skinny jeans. His tank top was low enough, exposing a patch of chest hair and his necklace that rested against his skin, in between his swallow tattoos just below his collarbones. Rings hugged his long fingers on both hands as he held two brown paper bags from Trader Joes. He was handsome, that’s for sure, and she felt like she was going to compare his beauty to all the other men that she was going to encounter in the future. 

“They’re not very good at going into work, but if you give them a call then it’s like they’re a 24/7 help center.” 

Luci nodded, chuckling. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“I’ll help you with the last boxes.” Before she was about to protest and tell him that he didn’t have to help her anymore because she was sure the last ones were light, he made his way towards the elevator and she quickly followed. 

To her surprise, one of the boxes was heavier than the other and she was glad that the man was able to carry it for her. They took the boxes up to her apartment, stacking it on top of the ones that were set down before she thanked him gratefully again. 

“I really appreciate all your help.” She smiled, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Not that I’m doubting your strength or anything, but how were you supposed to get those boxes up to your apartment?” He asked softly, not wanting to offend her by his words. 

“Oh, my brother was supposed to help me, but he had to go back home for an emergency at work.” The man nodded, seeming that was the most acceptable answer, not like he was searching if she was lying. “But thank you for your help. You’re a true lifesaver,” she said with a soft smile on her face. Her tone was a bit flirty than she wanted it to be, but it naturally came out. 

“It’s not a problem. I’ll see you around.” Luci hadn’t closed her door yet, but she found out that he was literally her neighbor on the opposite side of the wall. He didn’t even have to take two steps to get to his place—all he had to do was turn around and he was home. She smiled at the thought of that, glad that her neighbor was already so kind to her. 

As he was fumbling with his keys, he eventually got his door unlocked, and Luci was itching to ask what his name was—maybe make her first friend during her first day living in the big city. The man felt his neighbor's eyes on him, burning through the back of his head, so he turned around at the same time she spoke. 

“Uh, hey,” Luci called out. He was looking over his shoulder, pursing his lips as he raised his brows. “I was wondering if…you’d like to have dinner with me tonight? Y’know, to thank you for all your help and practically saving me while I was stranded.” She chuckled, playing with the tips of her fingers as she looked at him with hope. 

He thought the invitation was nice, but…“It’s okay, really. I, uh, have plans already tonight,” he admitted honestly because he doesn’t make a habit of being dishonest. 

Luci had some thick skin—she grew it throughout the years, and she had always been pretty confident. So many people would think that she could handle rejection well because she’s auditioned for many roles in her lifetime, and had been rejected for most of those roles. But the rejection that her neighbor handed to her so respectfully and politely was one that hit her the most, and she didn't know why. 

Curling her lips into her mouth as she felt the pang of her heart sinking into her chest, she nodded and placed a small smile onto her face. 

“Have fun tonight, then. I’ll see you around.” She grinned, hiding the slight bit of pain that she felt. He nodded, walking inside his apartment as she was in her doorway as well. “Oh, I’m Luci, by the way.” She introduced herself, feeling like she should have done that ten minutes ago, but it had slipped her mind. 

The corner of the man’s mouth turned up into a sly smirk, and she nearly felt herself fall as she gripped the door handle tightly. It was enough to make the pain in her chest disappear, and all thoughts of the rejection that she would think about for the rest of the night vanished. 

“Nice to meet you, Luci. I’m Harry.” 

With that, Harry closed his door, putting a barrier between him and Luci, who was still standing in her doorway. She let out the longest sigh of her life, feeling like she’d been constricting herself from breathing properly for the last ten minutes. 

Luci closed her door and leaned against it, looking down at the boxes that were resting by her feet. She softly smiled, her cheeks were starting to get warm, and she was fully aware that Harry was the cause of it.

come talk to me about your thoughts and feelings! hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, thank you for reading <3 

ty to @sunflowers-styles​ for beta reading!

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles angst #harry styles series #harry styles x oc #harry styles fic #harry styles ff #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #boyfriend!harry #harry styles writing #harry styles solo #actress!oc

[404fmdtaejin]

headcanon meme, still accepting!

Send ◙ for an audition headcanon. (wc: 248).

to say he bought his way in was an understatement because in reality his parents had heavy ties to the entertainment industry, trading in favors with their company’s stocks to get their son into it.

he auditioned at age seventeen, which was still late compared to every else around him.

taejin walked into the audition without the ability to dance to a beat or sing to a tune, despite his natural voice being gifted with honey tones. but he walked in, hands in pocket and a natural shrug in front of those who were judging him

he sang the national anthem, not having much interest in the music scene anyways. they appeared to enjoy that as they asked him to sing another, so he sang lee moon sae’s song. it really didn’t matter because they had to accept him regardless.

they also asked him to strut down the room like a model and pose a few times to see his physical angles. luckily for him, he has always been a tall boy even at an early age (he was 180 cm at seventeen, and not done yet growing). they liked the proportion of his legs versus his torso, seeing as how he has long legs. his face was exceptionally small, which made bc think his visuals could be used as a target for their new group.

in the end, it all went smoothly as he got accepted the next day, signed the contract and the rest was history.

Send ♠ for a headcanon about misconceptions fans or the public have about my muse. (wc: 291)

he doesn’t necessarily have any misconceptions that the public or fans have of him because many of the observations are just plain true facts.

many have highlighted him as the boyfriend type and many elderly woman have pinned him as the kind of son-in-law they’d like to have, but in reality taejin is only nice to those he respects. where he puts on a persona of a kind and caring figure in front of the cameras, behind the scenes he is ruthless and takes approaches to make people cry so they will stop bothering him (although, it has gotten better in the past few years).

many fans have speculated that he no longer cares about decipher, which is actually a misconception. yes, he doesn’t care about music or promoting with decipher but he cares deeply for each and every one of his members. they have a family bond that only grows deeper with time. although he hasn’t been the best leader in the past, he still wants to make sure everyone is doing okay. not many have a group that lasts as long as they have.

another misconception lies on the fact that taejin is clean and scoot free. he hasn’t gotten into any dating scandal or wrapped up in any rumors, so many fans speculate that he just has no interest in dating. however, behind closed doors he has had his fair share of run-ins with women, most of the time just for a night.

one misconception that is true is that he has no care for music anymore. if they told him they were giving him a solo album, he wouldn’t care at all and reject the offer because he no longer wants to be seen as a singer.

Send ○ for a training headcanon. (wc: 305)

training was a dark period in taejin’s life. from the get go, it seemed like bc wanted him to align with their morals and put him in the shape they wanted him to be. however, for a rich boy who has had everything handed to him on a silver platter, it was difficult for him to adjust to follow someone else’s roles. that’s probably why they put him as leader to give him the responsibility so that he’d change as a person.

he would’ve been considered a military dictator with the way he ruled over the other trainees. he walked with an air of arrogance and made sure to make those who stepped in his way cry, or crumble underneath his watch. it was his own form of sadistic entertainment. the only way he managed being tied to bc’s collar.

dancing didn’t come easy, in fact it was so difficult for him to follow the steps. with no background in rhythm, anything he knows how to do today was taught by all of bc’s dance trainers. there was a learning curve, but his body quickly adapted knowing that most of the dances were essentially the same if you calculated it correctly. to his dismay, decipher was credited with one of the hardest choreographies, which only allowed him to adapt easily to any other choreo after going through the bootcamp that is decipher.

vocal lessons came easily to him as it was only detailing out the spots in his voice. although he has trouble emoting, it’s not hard for him to stay on pitch or sing a song the way they want it. it sounds uncanny how robotic the act of vocal lessons is, but in reality that’s just how the idol industry is. there’s no need for originality if you’re not planning on going solo.

Send ‼ for a career goal headcanon. (wc: 252)

this was mentioned in the future headcanon, but taejin only has career goals set in the acting world for the future. he wants to branch away from decipher, but he’ll always remain loyal to his members and friends in the industry who choose to stay and pursue music. (he’ll be the first to show up at all the concerts and cheer his friends on).

in terms of acting, parasite got an oscar as a whole, so he would want to aim for getting an oscar for best male lead. this might require him to branch off to hollywood or partake in more domestic movies, but still regardless he wants to see how far the fame can take him overseas.

in terms of roles, he wants to do more dangerous roles that would wipe away his title of idol. currently, he is hindered from doing a lot because bc doesn’t want anything to scuff up their perfect image, so he can’t take certain roles outside of the ones that they have laid out for him. but it would be fun to play the role of a drug lord lord or a gang boss. 

other than that, he wants to truly make a name for himself in the korean film industry. he wants to be high up there with the big names of hyun bin, song kang ho and jo in sung. they do dynamic work and are often highlighted as rolemodels in the industry and he can only dream to follow their footsteps.

#durifmd #fmdjiah #fmdyoojung #fmdlyna #thank you all for asking!! #fmdmeme003

[serraphima]

All of them

The meaning behind my url: it sounds cool

A picture of me: look at the end of this entire thing

How many tattoos i have and what they are: currently none

Last time i cried and why: earlier in the week bc my stomach hates me

Piercings i have: 2 in each lobe, industrial, bridge, eyebrow, and nostril

Favorite band: tie between in fear and faith and babymetal

Biggest turn offs: being a republican

Top 5 (insert subject):top 5 games, (in no order) destiny 2, sfv, guilty gear, devil may cry, persona 5

Tattoos i want: i want to get my oath of vengeance i made on my arm, and im thinking a destiny themed sleeve

Biggest turn ons: being a cute person and being funny are two of the big ones

Age: 23

Ideas of a perfect date: just like hanging out with each other, everything else is secondary

Life goal: transition

Piercings i want: i want to get my lip and sternum redone

Relationship status: currently in love with @lunwyr @hey-zozo​ @digitalis-the-engineer and @gjallarfox

Favorite movie: FUCKIN SPEED RACER FROM LIKE 08 THAT SHIT SLAPS

A fact about my life: im trying to get a job and have been out of work for a while

Phobia: im seriously afraid of the dark and heights

Middle name: felicity

Height: like 5′8

Are you a virgin? nope

What’s your shoe size? i got no clue i havent bought shoes in in a hot minute and idk the difference between men and women shoe sizes

What’s your sexual orientation? homoromantic bisexual

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? no

Someone you miss: having a job

What’s one thing you regret? i regret a lot and sadly theyre all escaping my memory

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: ricki ortiz

Favorite ice cream? idk, maybe chocolate

One insecurity: im not good enough and wont ever look like a real girl

What my last text message says: have a juri

Have you ever taken a picture naked? yes

Have you ever painted your room? no

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? never kissed anyone

Have you ever slept naked? i hate being naked why would i sleep naked

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? not a fan of how i look

Have you ever had a crush? i currently have many

Have you ever been dumped? yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend? once but he was a transphobic cunt and it was the last time i saw him so im not losing sleep over it

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? yes

Have you ever been in a fist fight? yup

Have you ever snuck out of your house? almost always did in high school

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? many times

Have you ever been arrested? nope

Have you ever made out with a stranger? never kissed anyone

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? i gave a dude i didnt know a blowjob, does that count?

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? many times

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? a bit

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? yeah for a concert

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? nope

Have you ever seen someone die? nope

Have you ever been on a plane? yeah

Have you ever kissed a picture? nah

Have you ever slept in until 3? i slept a whole day before

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? i miss my partners

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yeah

Have you ever made a snow angel? snow is a lie made up by hollywood to make people feel good about it being cold

Have you ever played dress up? yes

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? nope

Have you ever been lonely? always

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? yup

Have you ever been to a club? dont like crowds

Have you ever felt an earthquake? no

Have you ever touched a snake? yes, good noodly snek

Have you ever ran a red light? yeah

Have you ever been suspended from school? for real and a fake one

Have you ever had detention? yup

Have you ever been in a car accident? two

Have you ever hated the way you look? i hate how i look like 97% of the time

Have you ever witnessed a crime? not to my knowledge

Have you ever pole danced? no

Have you ever been lost? almost anytime i leave the house

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? no

Have you ever felt like dying? yes

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? yes

Have you ever sang karaoke? no

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? told myself i wouldnt have sex with a stranger but i did that

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? not to my knowledge but probably when i was a wee lass

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? he was like 10 year older than me i think?

Have you ever kissed in the rain? never kissed

Have you ever sang in the shower? a bit

Have you ever made out in a park? never kissed

Have you ever dream that you married someone? yes

Have you ever glued your hand to something? yeah

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? nope

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? no

Have you ever been a cheerleader? i wanted to be one in high school but i didnt have the confidence to try out

Have you ever sat on a roof top? no

Have you ever brushed your teeth? yes what kind of dumb question is that

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? always but i do anyways

Have you ever played chicken? no

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? yes

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? yeah

Have you ever broken a bone? no, which means i either dont have bones or im insanely strong

Have you ever been easily amused? yes

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yeah

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? nope

Have you ever cheated on a test? no

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? buddy i forget my own name a lot and i forget names easily

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? uh sajam and justin wong

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. my eyes are black (or dark blue?? honestly i cant tell and i dont think anyone can agree on what color my eyes are)

#userwordandpassname

[philsjumpers]

highlights from the try guys’ patreon livestream:

they spent about 20 minutes just trying to set it up & not realising they were live 😂😂

they’ve set up their studio in ned’s old house! they were in his old bedroom which has green walls and joked about using it as a greenscreen

someone asked if zach’s fanfiction recreation video is gonna happen and he said yes, they haven’t filmed it yet but it’ll be soon! (bonus: ned: “wait, they know about that video?” zach: “yeah, i’ve been talking it up!”)

they confirmed they’ve left buzzfeed (zach almost said ‘why we left buzzfeed’ and then stopped himself and laughed and was like ‘i almost said the meme thing’) but are still have a great relationship with the company. they didn’t go into details but i guess they negotiated a way to keep the try guys name, and they’re also still gonna be using buzzfeed’s sales department or something (i forget exactly what they said, but it was the team who like, negotiates partnerships with other businesses/gets sponsors for videos i think)

they tried to set up multiple cameras so they could switch between different angles during the livestream, but keith rearranged it so the other camera just focused on eugene. occasionally he was like ‘let’s have eugene cam!’ and it would just cut to only eugene while the others were talking xD

it was their first time doing a proper livestream with no team/anybody to help, so the set-up kept changing. they seemed really stressed by it but it was actually really funny

eugene actually got a bit emotional – he said that after leaving buzzfeedhe almost wanted to never work in viral video again, to just go into traditional directing/writing in hollywood, but what made him change his mind was a) how much he loves working with the other try guys, and b) the audience, the direct connection that viral content gives you to your audience and how he can see the impact he’s having and how much that means to him

they also talked about how nervous they were and how much of a leap they’d taken to leave buzzfeed and set up their own company, & they weren’t kidding about basically emptying their bank accounts to do it, so seeing the support of people already was really encouraging

ned feels like he’s compressed all of his 30s into the last 3 months by having a baby, renovating a house, & starting a company all at once:O he is definitely exhausted but he said he & ariel are a great team with parenthood (even though after wes was first born, when the new channel hadn’t been released yet and the house still wasn’t finished and everything was chaos, he literally thought he was gonna die)

at the end, eugene said that zach looked like timmy turner and then they all suddenly started singing the ‘fairly odd parents’ theme song. they literally sang the whole thing and then ended the livestream, it was brilliant

anyway, that’s just the stuff i can remember – sadly the video got taken down by youtube afterwards (probably because there was copyrighted music in the sizzle reel they played) which is why i thought i’d write up some highlights! if you guys haven’t already, i would definitely recommend signing up to their patreon (if not just to support them, also bc the extra content in livestreams like this seems like it’s gonna be great !!)

#the try guys #eugene lee yang #ned fulmer #zach kornfeld #keith habersberger #try guys livestream #buzzfeed try guys #(not anymore lmao) #mine

[impalaimagining]

PittCon Friday

(incoming long post. No cut bc quite frankly I just don’t want to use one.)

Part One: 

Jason Manns can’t spell Pittsburgh (check his insta). “You know there’s an H on the end of it?” Richard proceeds to pronounce it “Pittsburg-HA” all morning.

Richard told us we don’t come for polite Dick. “You all are here for the Dick slap.”

I love Gil McKinney

Richard Speight Jr. has such a fucking potty mouth and it’s awesome

Gil sang during his panel. His voice is lovely.

I cried. It’s Gil’s fault.

Have I mentioned I love Gil McKinney?

Gil told us about how his father died about a year and a half ago, and it was very sudden and unexpected and he wrote a song called How Was I To Know (it’s on his EP - go listen to it) about the last time(s) he saw his dad. 

He then proceeded to tell us that he and his wife were not trying to have a child when she got pregnant. Immediately after finding out, he booked a flight to Houston, Texas to go tell his father. 

His biggest sadness is that his dad never got to meet or hold his daughter. It still hurts him. Remember when I said it was Gil’s fault I cried? This is why. 

Part Two: 

I walked back into the main hall and Jason Manns was singing while playing his guitar. *happy sigh* 

JASON MANNS SAT NEXT TO ME

Gil McKinney is the most photogenic motherfucker I’ve ever met. (see this selfie for proof.)

I told Gil he made me cry at his panel, and almost started crying again while I was talking to him about it. He said “I made me cry. I wasn’t expecting to share that much.” I thanked him for being so honest and open with us, and that he didn’t need to share, but I was thankful that he did. He rubbed my arm and gave me that little reassuring smile and said, “I’ll see you later, hun.” *CUE DEATH*

I was standing and talking to some people. Jason walked out of the bathroom and past me, causing me to freak out just a bit. I waved and squealed, “Hi!” He squealed it back. Two minutes later, he walked by me again and, in the same squeaky tone, said, “Hi again!” and then giggled. When a man as large as Jason Manns giggles, you giggle too. 

Briana and Kim. Holy shit. 

Briana was trying not to curse. Kim was not trying not to curse. I’m pretty sure Kim answered every question with the word fuck.

Lots of questions about Kim’s daughter. She and Briana are both great mothers. Kim’s daughter hates when Kim sings lullabies. Kim uses it as a punishment. 

“My question is for Kim.” “I’m gonna answer that shit anyway.” Briana is sassy. #Queen

Lots of talk about strong women empowering other women. Lots of talk about the spin-off! (Six confirmed female leads!)

Kim is fucking adorable. She is always so bubbly and real and it’s amazing. 

Briana showed us her “belly fat” and said fuck you Hollywood... “no but thank you for my job keep those coming.”

Autos - further proof of the above two statements. 

Kim isn’t really a Slipknot fan, but she may or may not be trying to get Corey Taylor to star as a monster on the spin-off (!!!) She preferes Rammstein. 

Richard Speight Jr. is so cheery. He has a concentrating face when he signs autos. 

Part Three:

Karaoke. Matt Cohen in a lion suit. 

Gil McKinney in jeans and a white t-shirt. 

Crowd sings louder than people on stage. Please remember this is you’re afraid to sing in front of others at a future con! The crowd literally cannot hear you if they’re singing along. 

Matt Cohen is overwhelmed by cell phones. 

Gil and Jason will take selfies with you if you catch them at the right time. 

Matt Cohen knows every word to every Moana song. He chose to sing Thank You and selected two people from the crowd to come up and sing with him. 

Gil McKinney has the voice of an angel. Did I say that already? Fuck it. It’s true. 

There is so much love between the actors. There is so much love between the actors and fans. There is so much love. 

Matt Cohen is a giant goofball. Like full on nerd and fucking dad. It’s amazing. 

I have never screamed Carry On Wayward Son so loudly in my entire life. 

Check back tomorrow night for a post about PittCon Saturday! Tomorrow is the day I meet Misha Collins and show him my tattoo! <3 Ask me questions! I’ll answer them as soon as I can. I’ll also be editing and posting photos as soon as possible. For now, bed. *smooch* 

#Pittcon 2017 #Taylor Takes PittCon #PittCon #Supernatural PittCon #SPNPitt #Supernatural Pittsburgh #Pittsburg-HA #long post