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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 1. Something new

Y/n's POV:

I can't believe I'm actually here. Surrounded by such incredibly talented people who inspire me and many others. Angelina Jolie, Orlando Bloom, Jessica Alba, Chris Evans, Sarah Paulson...they are all here, sitting at their tables and enjoying the ceremony. I already made a small talk with some of them, and now I'm patiently waiting for the announcement of the "Actress of the Year".

«And the Oscar goes to...»

Everyone held their breath in the exciting expectation of the cherished name.

«...Y/n Y/ln!»

The audience burst into applause, I get up to give my thank-you speech and...

«Y/N! How much longer will it take me to finally wake you up?» My mom said entering my room without knocking. Here we go again. Welcome to the real world where I'm not even an actress and the closest I've come to being one was pretending to be sick so I could skip the school. And I still do that to skip work, because it's an incredibly boring pastime.

My parents are a rare example of people who manage to combine family life with a career and achieve success in both areas. Although they couldn't spend a lot of time with me and my little brother every day, they still constantly tried to give us everything we needed. Therefore, in my position it's a sin to complain about something.

They gave me this job so that I could develop and build a career in business and investment. They didn't care at all that I always had problems with all this numbers and communicating with people, but I wanted an independent life, so I agreed to work in their company. All I have to do is sort through papers and fill out different tables, sometimes go to business meetings with my parents and Mr. & Mrs. Olsen. They founded LinCorp along with my parents, so our families are closely connected.

Everyone thinks that my life is perfect, not even suspecting that I have no idea what I'm doing with it and what I plan to do in the future. I mean, doing almost nothing and getting paid for it surely sounds amazing, but my days merge into one long groundhog day and time flies so imperceptibly that I'm afraid to wake up one day being old and realize that I don't remember anything significant from my life. I just feel like an inferior person who can't find their place in this life and it scares me.

"You've got to be kidding me, Y/n. Get up right now, otherwise we'll be late for the meeting, you know how important this is." My mother said as she walked over to my bed and pulled off my blanket.

"Mom! You didn't even give me five minutes to fully wake up!" I grunted and slowly got out of bed pulling my bathrobe over my pajamas.

"You've been sleeping for ten hours, honey. And wipe the pout off your face, you're not a kid anymore. C'mon, get changed into proper clothes and come downstairs, breakfast is already on the table."

My stomach rumbled at the thought of my favorite pancakes with strawberry jam and freshly squeezed peach juice. Mom's food is one of the few things I've really missed since I started living apart from my parents at the age of 20. I remember how happy I was with my newfound independence that in the first week I decided to eat exclusively takeaway food, washing it down with cola or beer. No wonder that soon I ended up in the hospital with gastritis and my mother lecturing me. That's why she didn't want me to live separately and since that day constantly checked up on me, not allowing me to be more substantive.

My parents rarely left me and my younger brother unsupervised at all, and even when I turned 21, they didn't stop seeing me as a helpless child. But as soon as it comes to work, they immediately consider me a responsible serious adult. I have no idea how they don't notice my laziness at work. Maybe they're just pretending not to see it though.

I came to visit them for a few days, so now every damn morning I have to deal with getting up at eight o'clock. Disgusting. Eventually I finished my morning routine and picked up my new dress, which I bought especially for today. Although I'm not a fan of this kind of dresses, because they are too formal for me, but this one outlined my figure very well, so I was satisfied with my current look. I put on some makeup, put my hair in a neat bun and joined my parents who were already waiting for me in the car.

"Can you please remind me what's the topic of the meeting and who will be there?" I ask, meeting my father's slightly disappointed gaze. "I'm sorry, it's just that my head is full of a lot of things right now" I add.

"It's an unscheduled board of directors. There are some difficulties in the company, so it was decided to gather all the shareholders and discuss our further plans. In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Olsen, their eldest daughter Elizabeth and her brother Trent will be there. The Holbrook family will also be present." My dad explains to me in calm tone.

I remember the first time I saw all of them. It was almost two and a half years ago at some charity event. I was about to join LinCorp, so visiting it was an essential condition. My parents had to introduce me to all the partners and their families.

I had never been to this kind of events before, so I didn't know what to expect from it. Therefore, I prepared very carefully for this day, because I didn't want to embarrass my parents and myself. I had to learn all the rules of etiquette and run around the shops for two days in search of a suitable dress. To be honest, it exhausted me more than the evening itself.

Entering the huge bright hall, where most of the guests had already gathered, I felt the smell of delicious food and drinks mixed with expensive perfumes. I tried to put my slight anxiety aside, and headed with my parents to a small group of people. The first thing I noticed were three girls, whose faces were almost identical. One of them was taller than the other two, who I assumed were twins, and was talking to some blond guy. To be honest, her beauty and the way she held herself with people definitely instantly impressed me.

Probably sensing my gaze on her, she looked at me curiously with her emerald eyes and smirked lightly. My heart skipped a couple of beats, but I still decided to go up to them and introduce myself.

During our conversation, I learned that this woman's name is Elizabeth and she is in charge of public relations in our company. She generously agreed to introduce me to the rest of the guests, as she knew absolutely everyone here.

I noticed that when I was talking to someone, she often cast curious glances towards me, which couldn't leave me indifferent. I wanted to get to know her better. Just as we were left alone and I was about to start a casual conversation with her, someone's hand fell on my waist.

"You must be Y/n, right?" Tall blonde girl with not very long hair and bright blue eyes asked me. "Yes, nice to meet you..." I left the end of the sentence hanging in the air for her to tell me her name. "Taylor. Nice to meet you too, shall we dance? It's my favorite song!" I noticed that she was a bit tipsy, but couldn't say no, since I'm just not used to turn people down. As I turn my head towards Elizabeth to apologize, I notice that she shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then says: "Okay, have fun girls. I'll be with my family, if you need me", then cracks a small smile and walks away.

From that day on, I no longer had the opportunity to start any small conversation with her. Usually, every time we met, we just greeted each other and exchanged couple of neutral or business related phrases. I already was in relationship with Taylor (yes, that girl from the charity event) and was more than happy to have her in my life, so my fleeting interest in Elizabeth has long been forgotten. The only people I met at that day, who I kept in touch with, were Mary-Kate and Ashley.

"What about the twins? I actually like them more than the others" I ask, remembering all our little adventures together, which our parents don't even know about, and hopefully never will.

"They decided to take their share from the company and start designing clothes, so they will no longer be at meetings." Hearing that gave me mixed emotions, because it meant that now I'd see them less often, but I was glad that they had found their vocation in this life. I nodded and we spent the rest of the way in silence.

I have this overwhelming need to dive into my thoughts and analyze my past every time I experience even the slightest discomfort. And now it's exactly what's going to happen, because I get a bit nervous before such kind of meetings.

Every time I start to think about mistakes I made my mind drifts to one specific person that used to be an important part of my life. My ex who I broke up with three months ago. Not that she did something terrible, I just couldn't stay in secret relationship with her anymore and keep pretending that it doesn't hurt me. I knew that she truly loved me and she was my first love as well. These two years I spent with her were both the best and worst time of my life, constant emotional rollercoasters exhausted me, but I couldn't let her go, because sincerely believed that she's my fate. Maybe I'm just not mature enough for any kind of relationship and it had nothing to do with my partner's behavior. I was too selfish, clingy, hungry for attention and...

"Earth to Y/n, we're here already, come on." Dad's voice interrupted my guilt trip and I couldn't be more thankful.

Ten minutes later we were already ascending in a large glass elevator to the 30th floor. My parents are talking about boring business related stuff , and I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do after that meeting. The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and I saw a blonde woman wearing an expensive black suit and Jimmy Choo heels approaching the door. As soon as it opened, the woman smiled broadly at my parents and entered the elevator.

"Hi, Mr. Y/ln and Mrs. Y/ln, I'm so glad to see you again, it's been a while. You both look gorgeous." She said in a slightly raspy voice. Of course, I immediately recognized Elizabeth, even though she did bangs and changed her style of clothing a bit since the last time I saw her. The new image actually suits her very well, now she looks even more powerful.

"Good morning, Elizabeth. Darling, you look absolutely amazing! Your mother told me you visited France recently, did you like it there? And what is that gorgeous ring on your finger, did Boyd finally decide to propose?" my mom asked with a genuine curiosity. Oh. I didn't even notice that ring. Well, no wonder the woman like her isn't single.

"France is incredibly beautiful and charming, I definitely want to return there one day. I think I fell in love with their desserts. And yeah, we decided to get married." She says the last part quickly and a bit dryly that doesn't go unnoticed by me and turns her head in my direction, staring at me with her big green eyes. "Hi, Y/n." Elizabeth smiles at me and I greet her back a little shyly, surprised at my sudden modesty.

When we arrived at our floor, my father's assistant met us and took us to the conference room, where everyone had already gathered. I took a seat to the left of my mom and next to Elizabeth, out of the corner of my eye seeing a tall blonde man greet her and kiss her on the cheek. Yes, it's Boyd. "Such a weird name, but whatever" I thought to myself, and then I heard my father's voice announcing the beginning of the meeting.

It's been almost an hour. I got lost in my thoughts five minutes after the start, occasionally glancing at the people in the room and fixing my gaze on the woman to my right as she talked about possible solutions to problems. When she stopped talking, I went back to whatever was going on inside my head, but soon my attention was drawn to the raised voices of my parents.

"We can't cut or withhold workers wages because we screwed up on the last project! People have always been more important to Lincorp than money and we cannot let down our loyal employees. It's not even up for discussion." My father said, gradually losing his temper. I don't understand much about business, but I know that now he's right and I'm always ready to support him.

"It's our only option, Derek. If we don't cut our costs, it could lead the company to collapse." Said tall, dark-haired man of strong build, who I assume is Mr. Holdbrook, Boyd's father. His family also supported his position, leaving the final decision for Olsens to make.

I took a quick glance at Elizabeth and noticed her strange expression. Obviously she was a little upset and taken aback by her fiance's position, so I could only hope that her family would support ours. Suddenly her eyes meet mine and I see a mixture of doubt and confusion in them. She gives me a small nervous smile and returns her attention to the discussion.

I didn't expect that all of this would actually make me worry, but here's how it turned out. Suddenly I start to feel overwhelmed, my breathing starts to hitch, and my hands shake a little because of surging emotions and a strong sense of responsibility.

I quickly excuse myself and go to the hallway to calm down a little. Thoughts that I'm doing something I barely understand just to avoid disappointing my parents quickly fill my head. It only makes me more nervous and I mindlessly start walking along the corridor, barely paying attention to everything around me, thinking about a difficult decision that our company will have to make, until someone's hand touches my shoulder. I immediately stop moving and turn around to see whoever was following me.

"Harsh realities of the business world, huh?" Elizabeth's voice fills my ears. I look up at her and she gives me a little sympathetic smile.

"I just feel out of place almost every time I come here. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to this company and our parents for a good job and great career opportunities, but I just...sometimes I feel useless for Lincorp." I mutter under my breath, not fully realizing that I'm pouring my soul out to an almost unknown person, whom I've seen several times in my life.

"Hey, hey, Y/n, look at me please. I totally understand how you feel, sometimes I have a similar feeling that I'm not doing enough for the company, you know. And it's not actually my thing at all." She says sincerely trying to calm me down.

To be honest, I didn't expect to have that kind of conversation with her because, you know...she is kind of perfect daughter and an employee. She always seems to know what exactly she's doing. Confident posture and speech, the ability to find a common language with people, excellent ideas...all of this creates the image of a born business lady for her.

But seeing her today's look during the meeting makes me realize that she is probably not at all what she seems. And I definitely have to get to know her better.

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valeskakingdom · 3 years

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Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Here's part 4!!

Had to split it in two again...I'm sorry. Post the other half right after this one here!!

Gif credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs

Jerome x female reader (part 4)

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1877

*Days later*

Living with Jerome wasn't as bad as you actually thought. Yes, his possessiveness and always playing the boss annoyed you a lot but you've learned to ignore it.

You literally zoned everything out that made you feel uncomfortable or that annoyed you. And it worked. You were a lot calmer than before, you didn't start panicking immediately when Greenwood or Dobkins were staring at you. You stayed calm because sooner or later they would end up arguing with Jerome if he got aware of it because he hated people staring at you.

You even found 2 new friends: Tabitha and Barbara.

They both were kind to you and helped you how to defend yourself against all these strange lunatics. They treated you how to use a gun, how to fight with or without weapons. You weren't a pro but you got it fast.

It was just a little ordinary for you that they both kept fucking behind Theo's back but it didn't matter to you. You did that with Jerome as well, well, it was more or less behind Theo's back. You both weren't really quiet and you both did it pretty often...and the bites and marks on your neck were pretty obvious because your neck was full of it.

Right now, you were relaxing in your bed watching the news:

"Breaking News

Since a few days (Y/n) (Y/ln) will be missed. Her friend (Y/bff/n) (Y/bff/ln) told that she was about to visit them after watching the cruel claim the Maniax' shot caller Jerome Valeska was giving us. Her friend said she tried to call (Y/n) several times but she didn't pick up the phone. Her friend's afraid that either the Maniax have kidnapped or killed her.

If you see her or have an idea where (Y/n) (Y/ln) could be then please report to the GCPD. Every information can be useful!"

You turned the TV off.

You smirked for yourself. Yes, it sucked that you couldn't be with your friends not could you go out - but you loved this big amount of attention. You were the person peope were looking for. Everyone's eyes were on you as if you were a famous person.

Suddenly your door opened - Barbara.

"Hey darling- ugh, is Jerome still in the bathroom?" She sighed frowning "He should hurry up. Time is running!"

"Calm down Babs," you giggled a little "Wanna watch the news with me? I'm in the TV! My friend is missing me."

"Yeah, I've seen that already." She gave you a short smile "We just need to be careful now. Don't want cops chasing my ass."

"Understandable." You nodded "But...you know, somehow I like this attention. All eyes on me...I never really had that. I was just a simple girl, you could even call me a ghost because no one really noticed me...and now the whole city knows me because I just 'disappeared'. I feel famous and happy."

"Probably because you're famous, somewhat." Barbara gave you a grin flickering her tongue.

"May be, I just know I want more of it. I love being the head of missed people, and I love being the headline." you chuckled letting out a sigh in happiness.

"Wow, Jerome's really got a big effect on you, darling." Barbara scoffed.

"Why's that?"You frowned not understanding what she meant.

"Sweetie, days ago you've been the most anxious and shy girl amongst us. You were frightened by everything that was just moving...and look at you now. You're a smart, calm, sassy ass that reaches for fame - as he does." You both chuckled.

"I could tell you the same with Tabitha. She has to be a master in bed for calming you down after a stressed day. I mean, on the one you're bitching around and after Tabitha 'talks to you in private' at night, you're a sunshine in the next morning." I laughed loudly making Barbara blush.

"Says you! I think I don't need to remind you that the whole city can hear you." Barbara mocked with a laughter.

"At least just the city is hearing me." You laughed louder "I'm sorry, I had to."

"Hey ladies,"Jerome came out of the bathroom before Barbara could respond. He was just wearing a claret gown, his hair was still wet from the shower "I see, we're in a good mood, doll, aren't we?"

"As always," you grinned "Just had a very nice conversation with Barbara."

"Yeah," Barbara grinned, it faded though as she faced Jerome "Now hurry up, ginger. We don't wanna be late." She left quick.

"She's a feisty one, I like that," Jerome just let out a sigh with a short grin closing the door "But I hate being bossed around. I am the boss!"

He made his way to you slowly. Then he grabbed your hands pulling you fast out of the bed that you stood close to him. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck while wrapped his around your waist.

You knew this rough undertone on him. He tried to be kind in front of you but actually he was pissed of being commanded - especially by a woman.

"I know and she does, too. She doesn't mean to be a bitch," You assured him with giving him a smile "She's just stressed. Probably needs a quick fuck or something to calm down."

"Hm," Jerome just hummed and shrugged, not really paying attention to what you were saying. Instead he grabbed your ass harshly pulling you close to him. You could feel his bulge growing against your leg "Talking about a quick fuck..."

Before you could even answer, Jerome pressed his lips against yours. His hands grabbed your cheeks and pressed your face even more against his to intense the kiss. His light chuckle in the kiss only made let you blush after you let out a little moan. He pressed his body against yours to close the gap between you two. Your lips parted this time to let his tongue explore your mouth and you couldn't help but moan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth fighting for dominance. You r hands wandered up tangling hour fingers into his hair, gripping and pulling his head further down, deepening the kiss.

He pressed you against the wall and slid a knee in the space separating your thighs to position his body between your legs. His hands gripped your ass lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He lowered his head down to leave a bunch of wet kisses on your neck, you pulled him in closer with your hands and bit your lip in arousal. He licked and bit at the soft skin of your neck, leaving his mark there making you gasp. His lips found yours again and once more.

Your shirt was ripped apart from your body by his eagerness to fuck you and he could feel a strip of your bare skin against his. You arched up into him more and suddenly your hands left his head so that you could the knot of his gown. You shove the gown down from his body, now he stood naked in front of you; his errection was strongly pressed against your crotch.

He unclasped your bra hastily and without pulling away from your mouth he tossed it across the room. With your bare breasts against his chest, you felt a rush of heat slowly spread throughout your body.

You tightened your legs around his waist and pressed him even more against your body. You became horny from the wild make out session; you wanted him right here, right now.

His hand reached down and shoved the button of your pants through its hole impatiently. Eagerness was written in his face. He couldn't wait anymore to finally inset his hard member into you, feel the warm and wet walls on his skin, making you moan and scream his name until you cum.

He slid his hands down to your panties, ripping it off from your legs and throwing it behind him. He moaned quietly when he felt just how hot and wet you were for him. You didn't want to wait any longer and neither did he, it was becoming unbearable. You both wanted, even needed pleasure to be satisfied.

Instantly and without any kind of hesitation, he shove his member into your wet entrance. You let out a gasp followed by a moan, your body stretching to accommodate him.

He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

Your whole body felt weak with every thrust he did into you as every time you had sex with him. You were completely understand his control, he could do everything with you. Your body shivered slightly through this pleasure he was giving you. Every thrust hurt more, each of your moans became louder, Jerome became faster. Your head was dug into the crook of his neck, your nails were dug into his shoulders leaving marks while you tried to adjust just fast pace and the pleasure.

"Oh God, Jerome!" You cried out loud while scratching his whole back down.

You felt his nails were dug deeper in your ass and his grunts made you shiver in pleasure with every thrust. And again he drilled his long hard member into you making sure he hit your g spot every time he entered your cunt.

He loved hearing you moan, you say he was addicted to it. You moans were giving him chills, aroused him. He couldn't get enough of it. If he could he would fuck you non stop, just to hear all these sweet moans of yours.

You moaned louder as he speeded up. You were hot and tight around him, you heard him swearing with a moan as he felt your walls clenchinh more on his member.

He groaned your name out quietly and you responded by rocking your hips up to give him all the pleasure he needed now.

You bit your lower lip nervously as a knot was built in your abdomen - you knew you were close. You moaned uncontrollably caused by all the pleasure which didn't even give you the chance to hold anything back - you really couldn't as hard as you tried to. You couldn't handle it all. It was too much for your body. You legs started to shake with each of Jerome's thrusts.

Gripping onto his back tighter, you buried your face in the crook of his neck to stifle your cry as you came all over him without any warning. He gasped lowly as you covered him in your tight and warm wetness. Your legs were twitching and your chest heaving. He thrust his hips several more times until he couldn't hold back any more, releasing into you. A soft moan escaped your lips upon the contact, you held him close and kept your head underneath his neck, breathing heavily with him.

"Didn't know you needed it that much right now." You said under gasps still trying to calm down from your high.

"Dont think I'm done with you, doll," Jerome grinned "I just wanted to let you breathe"

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halfofwhatisayismeaningless · 3 years

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A tale of two. Alex Turner. Five.

Description (Part One.) Alex Turner x fem!Reader. (Y/N) (Y/LN) is a young and promising publicist in show business. Her work would cause the encounter with the person who would turn her life upside down: Alex Turner. But what happens when love seems to go counterflow? When everything seems inconvenient?

Words: 1,4k.

A/N: I know this one is shorter (sorry), but I’m thinking about uploading another one this Friday to compensate!! You can find the spanish version of this story on my wattpad profile. That’s it for now.

Do you wanna be tagged? You just have to ask!

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.

(Y/N)

Suddenly, she blinked, how long had she been looking out the window, sitting in the bed, without moving a muscle? She didn't know, but she didn't want to stop hugging that pillow that, somehow, smelled like him. She didn't want to come out of that room, keep going with her life, she wanted the life she had a year before, she wanted to be happy.

The screen of her phone lit up again, another message, 37 missed calls, and 160 new messages. She didn't want to realise that her life as she knew it had ended hours before.

The screen went black again, all she could think was the need for a true embrace. She wanted her voicemail full of his voice, but she wanted to be in that Manchester festival. They were inseparable, and they both had started to fall for each other. That night when she couldn't find the boys, she was able to perfectly remember the brown eyes of the singer.

She had had the great idea of wearing those new boots. Let's be honest, they looked awesome, but wearing brand new shoes to a festival was a horrible idea, and she should know that. Even though she wanted to deny it, she was wearing them for someone, for Alex. But now they were killing her.

She looked around. She was surrounded by young girls and boys, her age most of them, with their friends, their significant others, laughing, drinking, having a good time. And she loved it, she loved going to festivals. But she was starting to feel anxious because she couldn't find the place where she was supposed to meet Max and the boys. She went to the stage they were supposed to play in a few hours. There were a lot of people with Arctic Monkeys shirts, fans that even though they weren't putting out new music, they remembered them. She couldn't help it but smile, she was happy for them, she felt loved by the four members of the group. Not only she felt her ability as a publicist was improving, but also she had found a great group of friends.

She spent some time trying to move forward before she found a security guard, she approached him and showed him her identification, he explained how to get where she was trying to go and five minutes after that she arrived at the Arctic Monkeys dressing room. When she opened the door she heard the boys talking, they couldn't see her, but she could hear them. "I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation as to why she isn't here yet. Don't put yourself in the worst scenario."

"I don't know, she never shows up late, and if she does she usually calls to tell us." (Y/N) felt like she shouldn't listen to that conversation, so she finally interrupted.

"Hi, guys!" Alex turned around, smiling, but with a preoccupied look, a weird mix, but apparently possible.

"Where were you?" He hugged her, and she enjoyed the physical contact and the, now familiar, smell.

"I didn't know there was such a long distance from the parking lot to here, then I got lost and couldn't find anything useful. Finally, a security guard has helped me."

"I've called you like 80 times."

"I'm sorry, there's no signal." she grabbed his hand.

"It's fine, I shouldn't worry that much." (Y/N) found the situation weird, she didn't expect Alex to care so much for her, and it felt good. Alex handed her a beer and she sat next to Matt on the sofa.

"How are you, Matt?"

"I'm fine, what about you?"

"I would be perfect if my feet didn't hurt like I had been the whole night dancing in heels."

"Take them off, I'm sure no one will care, right, Alex?"

"Sure," he answered, (Y/N) took off her boots, Alex smiled at her socks, which had small lemons. She smiled back.

"I've to go, I have that NME interview," Matt said.

"Do you need me there?" (Y/N) asked. "Or do you need any date or something?"

"No," he said while he tapped his head, like saying that he already knew all that information. When the door closed, (Y/N) sat down next to Alex, and she put her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was late and you were worried."

"It's fine." Alex put an arm around her shoulder, getting closer to her, they looked into each other eyes, not wanting that moment to end. Every time (Y/N) looked at him like that Alex felt his heart race.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"Not much." Silence took over the room, Alex moved his leg quickly, nervous, (Y/N) realised.

"Alex, are you sure you are fine? You really look nervous." He looked at her, smiling.

"I've started writing again. A song from start to end." (Y/N) looked at him surprised.

"Realy?"

"Yeah, I had written small verses and parts, but not a complete song. Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course I want to!" Alex got up and took his guitar, he sat next to her again and started singing. With that beautiful and characteristic voice. The voice all girls wanted next to their rears, the voice (Y/N) had fallen in love with, that voice that calmed and heated her soul every time it appeared in her dreams.

I'm a puppet on a string

Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches

Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

Suddenly, the world stopped moving for her when she realized that there was something wrong. "She's a silver lining lone ranger riding"? The heat started to come up to (Y/N)'s cheeks, and she felt ashamed of herself for thinking, even for a second, that something romantic could happen between Alex Turner and her. Of course, he had found another source of inspiration, he had found another "she". Meanwhile, for (Y/N) there was only one "he", she was looking at him, and he had his eyes closed, singing a song about another girl.

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

And at that moment she realized, she was deeply in love with that man. She was deeply in love with one of the most famous frontmen of the twenty-first century, and she had to prepare for him to break her heart. While all that spiral of thoughts was happening inside, she tried to put her best smile on the outside, trying to be happy, because a friend had found something he was longing for: inspiration, and love. When the song finished, she managed to seem happy:

"It's incredible Alex, I love it."

"Do you really like it? You know how much I value your opinion."

"Truthfully, it is beautiful."

"Thank you." Alex smiled, almost embarrassed about having opened himself so much to her. When (Y/N) saw that smile, she couldn't bear it anymore, she put her beer on the table and said:

"I'm going outside, take a bit of fresh air. My head hurts." Alex looked at her, with a worried facial expression.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, standing up, and leaving his guitar on the sofa.

"No, it's fine, you go get ready for the gig. I'll see you in a bit," she smiled. The truth was that she wanted him with her at that moment, he had become a great friend that, even in that situation, knew he would be a great support. But that couldn't be at that moment. She had to remember he was kind of her employer, or maybe he was her client, the thing is that it could be wrong. The fact that they had a professional relationship had become a great way of trying to get him out of her head. She walked outside and went to a place where no one else was, she could hear the people waiting to see them. And only there, where no one could see her, she allowed herself to cry. A year and a half after her breakup, she cried over a guy again. The difference between the two was that Alex hadn't needed a long relationship to break her heart.

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