Might be my favorite story I have written so far... 🫀
(Please give this one a title, I couldn't think of any.)
Y/N's POV
"In your successful career as an actress, is there anything more that you want to achieve?" Jimmy asks.
I took my time to think about my answer to that question.
"Career-wise, I'm satisfied with what I have and what I have achieved so far." I say.
"However, there are much more things I'd want to achieve in life in general." I say.
"I'd want to get married and have a family." I say.
"It may sound simple to some but to celebrities like me, it's quite hard to find genuine love." I say.
"It can be frustrating at times when you think about it like why can't I find true love for me after knowing and being with so many people?" I say.
"And when people my age start getting married, you'll feel the pressure of it." I say.
"It's like I'm not rushing things but why is it not coming to me?" I say.
"I'm 33 years old. I thought I'd get married at 28 and be a mom by 30. But in reality, I'm single and talking to no one." I say with a laugh.
"If ever someone comes in your life now, would you be willing?" He asks.
"Of course!" I excitedly say.
"Anyone who can love me for what I am and what I do." I say.
"To everyone who's interested, applications are now open!" I joked.
"Kidding, I'm not that desperate." I say.
TIME SKIP
It was a joke.
Why did people actually believe that?
"Are they being for real?" I asked my publicist, Marie.
"We've received thousands of applications." She says and I laugh.
"Fucking hilarious!" I say.
"We have time to go through some, right?" I say and she nods.
We looked through some that was sent.
Taron Egerton sent me an application.
Man, I loved him at Kingsman!
"One said I don't care about your career, I just love you." Marie says.
"Pfffft, not sincere" I reply.
"Taron is a great guy but not for me. He's hot, I'd give him that." I say.
"This one's okay." She says.
"I feel like we're just gonna reject every single one." I say.
"It's fun reading what they have to say!" She says.
We took hours reading these things.
"Last one and we're done." She says.
"My eyes are hurting." I say.
"Huh– is this some type of glitch?" She says.
"Why?" I asked.
"Taylor Swift sent an application?" She asks.
I read the name on the screen.
"Must be a poser or whatever." I say.
"No, it is her." She says as we read the application.
