#Alma x Greta

[padmaddean]

Alma & Greta Ni Una Mas (Raising Voices) s01e01

[bitsy-rouge-is-buggin]

30 days of my favorite LGBTQ couples for PRIDE in no particular order! Day Nine:

[amandarayyy]

Has anyone else watching raising voices on Netflix? The triggers and amount of times I’ve cried my goodness. But YESSSSSS this story needs to be told for every survivor, for every one who ever thought that their reaction wasn’t the “norm”, for every fucking person out there who doesn’t get it! WATCH. THIS. SHOW. Just like how I told people to watch grand army because the hard truths are what we need so we can become more compassionate, empathetic and understanding

[baekchelor]

Off Script

pairings: Drew Starkey x reader genre: romantic comedy rating: pg13 synopsis: on the set of his new film, Drew Starkey, discovers an undeniable truth: that the line between fiction and reality is thinner than he ever imagined.

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One | Star-Crossed from the Start

The first read-through for Dharma takes place three weeks later at a film studio in Los Angeles. Although Drew let Maddie crash at his place last night, he didn’t even bother to say goodbye when he slipped out of the apartment early that morning. She was still fast asleep on the wrong side of the bed, and he had no reason to stay. He liked to be early, and leaving a pot of coffee ready on the kitchen counter didn’t fit with a no-strings-attached situation.

When Drew arrives, the only people there are Greta Gerwig and a few staffers. The crowd outside, however, is another story—his fans have gathered, screaming declarations of love and waving signs.

“Y/N’s not here yet,” Drew remarks as his tired blue eyes scan the room. He’d hoped to catch her before the reading. Since they hadn’t done a chemistry test, he wanted a chance to introduce himself before diving into the scene.

“She’ll show,” Alma reassures him with a knowing smile, already handing him a cup of coffee like she does every morning. Drew chuckles—his manager’s predictability is comforting. “I heard Joe Burrow’s private jet landed from Cincinnati last night.”

That gets a laugh out of Drew. Alma’s a great manager, but she’s also the biggest gossip in Hollywood. When she called to tell him he’d landed the part in Dharma, she filled him in on every juicy detail the media had published about Y/N and Joe Burrow’s notoriously private relationship.

Alma shrugs, feigning innocence as she watches him sip his coffee. Lowering her voice to a whisper meant only for his ears, she adds, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept with him last night. But she won’t be sleeping in.”

Drew raises an eyebrow, intrigued. Alma’s lips curl into a sleepy yawn. “Apparently, she’s always on the dot. Never early, never late.”

Amused, Drew checks his phone. Nine o'clock. “Thirty more minutes, then,” he says, placing the phone down next to his script. “Let’s time her.” Alma chuckles, shaking her head, and Drew plays it cool, pretending to savor his coffee with exaggerated delight before flipping open the script.

Dharma is set in 1857 India. The story focuses on Aakesh, a penniless Hindi boy—played by Dev Patel—who believes his low social status is a consequence of bad karma from a past life. Y/N is playing Marina, a wealthy Spaniard, whom Aakesh imagines to be his reincarnated lost love, the very person responsible for his quest to redeem his karma. Drew’s character, James Barlow, comes into the picture when Colonel Edmund Thorn (portrayed by Michael Fassbender), Marina’s concerned fiancé, assigns him as her personal guard when the Indian rebellion ensues. James and Marina fall in love.

As Drew thumbs through the middle of the script, where the plot thickens, it hits him just how demanding this role will be. His character’s love for Marina is expressed not through words, but through quiet, intense glances and subtle gestures—he’ll need to convey a deep, unspoken devotion, stronger than anything he’s played before.

INT. JAMES' ROOM - MIDNIGHT, 1857 The room is cloaked in darkness, save for a faint sliver of moonlight that slips through the heavy curtains. The shadows of two figures are etched upon the wall, their forms entwined in a moment that feels both eternal and fleeting. MARINA, delicate and ethereal in her simple nightgown, stands enveloped in the arms of JAMES. Her braided hair spills over her shoulders, catching the pale light. She is a vision of vulnerability, her small frame trembling against his solid, unyielding presence. JAMES, his eyes shut tight, clings to her as though she might vanish into the night. His grip tightens, his heart pounding as if it might burst from his chest. The air is thick with the weight of unspoken words and the ache of impending separation. MARINA (whispering, her voice trembling) I do love you. Tears slip silently down her cheeks, glistening in the moonlight. She does not sob, but the quiet sorrow in her voice is enough to shatter the stillness. MARINA (softly, almost pleading) I am in love with you. James exhales sharply, as though her words have struck him to his core. His eyes remain closed, but he leans down, pressing his lips to the crown of her head in a kiss that lingers—a silent vow, a desperate plea. His hand rises to cradle her face, his touch tender yet urgent. He tilts her chin upward, his lips hovering just above hers, the space between them charged with longing. The kiss begins softly, a tentative brush of lips that speaks of reverence and fear. But then, as if some unseen force has unleashed their restraint, it deepens. Their mouths meet with a hunger that defies reason, a desperate attempt to hold onto what they know they must soon lose. Marina’s tears mingle with the kiss, but neither pulls away. The moment is too precious, too fragile. JAMES (whispering against her lips, his voice trembling) I shall return to you. I swear it. There is a pause, heavy and suffocating. The room seems to hold its breath, the distance between their hearts already widening despite the closeness of their bodies. JAMES (voice breaking, barely audible) I love you.

The words hang in the air, soft yet final, as though this moment is all they will ever have. The moonlight bathes them in its cold glow, a silent witness to a love that dares not speak its name.

Drew closes his eyes, trying to immerse himself in character. He imagines speaking to someone he desperately loves, picturing Maddie—her thick, ash-blonde hair, her smiling eyes, the pink warmth of her cheeks, and the heat of her mouth when they kiss.

It feels almost like cheating, though, because his character is supposed to be in love with Marina, and though Maddie is a girl he enjoys spending time with, he’s not in love with her.

Drew sighs, the breath escaping him in a long, labored stream.

“Everything all right?” The voice is sweet, with a slight upward lilt—a little hesitant but trying not to show it.

Drew looks up. There she is. Y/N Y/L/N stands before him, dark-haired and flushed, her shy expression soft and warm.

“Oh, hello there,” Drew says, shaking himself from his thoughts. He stands and extends a hand, his smile easy but his eyes curious. “Drew.”

“I know,” she giggles, shaking his hand. Her palm is warm, while his is cool. “Y/N. I’m very, very pleased to meet you.”

Drew feels a bit sheepish at that, though he tries not to show it. “Likewise,” he says, his voice warm as their hands fall back to their sides.

“Drew’s been pacing around all morning,” Alma cuts in, her tone dry but teasing as she steps forward. She extends her hand to Y/N, her sharp eyes flicking between the two of them. “I’m Alma, by the way—Drew’s manager, babysitter, and occasional therapist.”

Y/N laughs, a bright, genuine sound that seems to light up the room. “Nice to meet you, Alma. Sounds like you’ve got your hands full.”

“You have no idea,” Alma says, shooting Drew a pointed look before turning back to Y/N with a smirk. “But don’t worry, he’s on his best behavior today. Mostly.”

Drew rolls his eyes, though there’s no real annoyance in it. “Thanks, Alma. Really selling me here.”

Y/N's eyes twinkle as she shrugs, playfully coy, “Don’t worry, I’ve heard worse.” Her tight little skirt, which Drew is sure Daisy owns too, looks far better on Y/N. “Look at us getting along,” she says, her eyes transforming into crescent moons. “I must confess, I came prepared to break the ice.” She pauses, pursing her lips, then laughs. “Sorry, that sounded like we’re going on a blind date or something.”

Drew laughs too—her giggles are infectious, and it is kind of funny. “We kinda are? We’re playing star-crossed lovers and didn’t even do a chemistry test. I’m pretty much going into this blind.”

“Aren’t we?” Y/N says, clearly relieved to find someone in the same boat. “I was talking to Dev earlier—apparently, he thinks we’ll have great chemistry.”

Drew chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “My friend Chase said the same thing. He’s convinced we’ll be the next big on-screen couple.” He pauses, his tone turning teasing. “Though I think Joe might have something to say against it.”

Y/N laughs, her hand instinctively flying to the “J” pendant hanging from her necklace. “Oh, please. Joe doesn’t care about Hollywood gossip. Especially not during football season.” 

Drew raises an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. “You sure about that?” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, but her smile doesn’t fade. “Trust me, he’s fine. If anything, he’d probably just joke about it and say I’m downgrading from a Super Bowl champion to… well, you.” 

Drew clutches his chest in mock offense. “Ouch. And here I thought we were bonding. Guess I’ll have to step up my game.” 

Y/N grins, her fingers still brushing the pendant. “Good luck with that. He’s kind of a big deal.”

 Drew leans forward, his tone playful but curious. “Big enough to handle sharing you with the world for a few months? Because if this movie hits—and it will—you and I are going to be everywhere.” 

Y/N’s smile softens, and she shrugs. “He’ll be fine.” 

Drew nods, his expression thoughtful. “Fair enough. But if he starts giving me the stink eye at premieres, I’m blaming you.” 

Y/N laughs, her hand dropping from the pendant. “Deal. But don’t worry—he gives the stink eye to everyone.” 

Before Drew can respond, Greta chimes in, appearing seemingly from nowhere. “I knew you’d have natural chemistry,” she says, her hand gently squeezing Y/N’s cheek. “Still on time, huh? You never change.”

“It’s all on Sal,” Y/N giggles, referring to Salvatore, her very Italian manager who’s laughing in the far corner, talking to the staff. Drew is only half-listening, his mind still occupied with Y/N's easy charm. He can’t seem to shake the feeling that she has some sort of magnetic presence.

The conversation shifts toward Y/N's last movie, The Selection, where she and Tom Holland bring the bestselling book to life. Drew remembers vaguely that Holland plays a prince, while Y/N's character competes for his heart. It’s not Drew’s kind of movie—he’s pretty sure it’s a bit cringe-worthy—but for some odd reason, he’s decided to watch it when he gets home. Maybe Maddie won’t be there, and he’ll grab some beer and popcorn, settling into the couch for a few hours of forgettable entertainment.

Drew checks his phone discreetly. Nine thirty-five. He and Y/N have been talking for about five minutes. He smirks inwardly.

Right on the dot, he thinks, recalling Alma’s words. Then he hears his name.

“Pardon?” Drew asks, a little startled.

Y/N smiles sheepishly. “I’m going to go sit with Dev. Catch up with you later?”

“Yeah, of course,” Drew says, his tone betraying a hint of reluctance,“Do what you need to do.”

Greta calls for everyone to take their seats around the actors’ table. By luck, Dev and Y/N’s seats are right across from the one labeled Starkey. Drew slides into his chair and places his phone back on the table.

As Y/N walks toward Dev, she turns over her shoulder with a playful smile. “Talk to you later, then, Heartbreak Prince.”

“Heartbreak Prince?” he says, flipping back to the first page of the script. He folds the cover back neatly, his eyes asking the question.

Y/N gestures toward the window where the sound of fans chanting his name still echoes through the street. “Seems fitting.”

Drew laughs softly,“Seems fair.” Then, rubbing his palm over the script, he decides, on a whim, to give her a nickname, too. But he abandons the idea last minute. So, he just laughs.

“Okay,” she says, walking backwards, her hands entwined. “Let’s have fun today, Heartbreak Prince.”

EXT. GARDEN - MORNING, 1857 The garden is a sanctuary of tranquility, bathed in the soft golden light of the morning sun. Tall palm trees stand sentinel at the edges, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze. At the center, a grand basin of emerald water glistens, its surface catching the light like a jewel. Paths lined with blooming pink roses wind through the garden, their fragrance perfuming the air. The scene is serene, almost otherworldly, as though time itself has paused to admire its beauty. EDMUND and MARINA stroll side by side, their steps unhurried, their presence a quiet harmony. Edmund’s hands are clasped behind his back, his posture upright yet relaxed. His gaze is tender, fixed upon Marina with an affection that is both gentle and unwavering. Marina walks with her eyes lowered, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. A soft, almost shy smile plays upon her lips, betraying the contentment she feels in this shared moment. As they walk, Edmund’s eyes catch sight of a single blossom clinging to a nearby tree. He pauses, bending gracefully to pluck it from its branch. He holds it out to Marina, his smile warm and sincere. EDMUND (softly, with admiration) No flower in this garden is as fair as my beloved. Marina’s gaze lifts to meet his, her smile deepening as she accepts the blossom. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but carries the weight of genuine feeling. MARINA (gently) And no heart in this world is as kind as thine. The words hang in the air, sweet and sincere. Yet, unbeknownst to her, in but a few weeks, she will come to learn the bitter truth of her own words. Edmund halts their walk, his expression growing more earnest. He gently takes her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. With deliberate care, he presses her hand to his chest, right over his heart. His gaze never wavers from hers. EDMUND (solemnly) This heart is no longer mine. It is thine. His voice is steady, but there is a depth of emotion in his words that cannot be ignored. He pauses, as if to ensure she feels the truth of his declaration. EDMUND (continuing, his tone softer) In all my thirty years, no woman has laid claim to it. But you, Marina... you have claimed it entirely.

Marina looks up at him, her eyes searching his. For a moment, the world around them fades—the garden, the breeze, the distant rustle of leaves. There is only the two of them, and the unspoken promise that hangs between their intertwined hands.

A spark of love passes between them, silent yet undeniable. The moment is tender, fragile, and brimming with the hope of what could be.

“Flirty Thirty.”

A gleam in her eye, a quirk of her lip, and it’s no longer Marina speaking. It’s Y/N, tittering playfully.

The room erupts in laughter. Drew laughs the hardest of all, his amusement genuine.

“Y/N,” Greta chides half-heartedly, her tone more fond than strict. “Don’t break character.”

“Sorry, G,” Y/N replies sweetly, her smile full of innocent mischief. “I just thought I’d break the ice.”

Somehow, Drew finds himself smiling too.

_

Today marks the fourth official Dharma read-through, and the tenth time they’ve gone over the entire script. Drew understands why Y/N is antsy; he feels it too. He can’t wait to start filming in Mumbai—to inhale the chaotic, spicy air of the streets, to hear the fast-paced hum of Hindi in the background. He’s eager to feel James settle in his bones, the character enveloping him, becoming flesh and blood with each take.

The fact is, read-throughs are dull. So damn repetitive. Drew is just glad he has the perfect distraction in Y/N to make things bearable.

Gerwig sighs in resignation. “Let’s break for lunch,” she announces, addressing the entire group. “Reconvene in an hour.”

Drew catches Y/N’s eye and mouths, Padella? Y/N nods vigorously, flashing two thumbs up and a bright, infectious smile—the one Drew’s grown especially fond of.

“I'm starving,” Drew mutters a few minutes later as they walk toward the nearest Italian restaurant.

“Same here,” Y/N agrees, grinning. “Two more read-throughs, then India, here we come!”

“But we go through the script three times each meeting,” Drew half-whines, half-sniggers at Y/N’s dramatic eye-roll. “We’ll probably take even longer than usual today because of your little adlib.”

“Sorry...” Y/N shrugs playfully.

“It was fun, though.” Drew’s hand instinctively reaches to ruffle the hair at the top of Y/N’s head. He’s not sure why he does it, but the impulse is too strong to resist. He just hopes it doesn’t make her uncomfortable. “Not a lot of laughs in this love story of ours.”

Y/N doesn’t bother smoothing down her messy hair. “Have you ever loved someone that much?”

“Uhm…” Drew hesitates, his fingers instinctively brushing through his fringe. He can feel the strands falling just a little too long, and the thought of needing a trim before the live shoots nags at him. Shifting uncomfortably, his gaze drops for a moment before meeting Y/N's eyes again. “I don’t think so,” he says slowly, his voice softening. “Their love… it’s not something you see every day. It’s like—I don’t know—it’s hard to even describe.”

He pauses, his mind drifting to the script, to the quiet intensity of James and Marina’s connection.

“It’s the kind of love that consumes you, you know? It’s not just about passion or romance—it’s deeper than that.”

He doesn't comment further, Drew’s thoughts are already elsewhere. He’s thinking about Y/N, about the way their own dynamic has started to blur the lines between fiction and reality.

“Yeah,” Y/N murmurs, watching him absently. Her voice is soft, almost wistful, as if she’s caught in the same current of thought. “It is.”

He wants to say something, to break the silence, but the words catch in his throat. Instead, he offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, one that she returns with a quiet understanding.

When they reach the restaurant, the waiter, clearly a fan of Y/N’s, greets them enthusiastically.

“You two are so good-looking,” she gushes, but Drew knows the compliment is aimed at Y/N. The waiter, whose name tag reads Flo, is just being polite by including him in the praise. “You get more and more dashing every time I see you.” Y/N offers her the prettiest smile, and Flo beams, thrilled at the reaction she got out of her. Drew would be thrilled too if Y/N smiled at him that way...

<<What?>>

Padella has become a familiar haunt. After the first read-through—when Drew discovered Y/N’s favorite food was any type of pasta—it became their regular spot. Always ordering something new to try and two glasses of wine. Not exactly keeping in line with their diets, but Drew figures these cheat days won’t hurt.

In record time, Flo brings their dishes, leaving a courtesy starter on the table. Drew twirls his fork through the fettuccini, the satisfying, gooey sound as the pomodoro sauce mixes with the pasta making his mouth water.

“Oh, right, if I may,” Drew says. Y/N hums in response, mixing the contents of her own plate. “Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow? I’m having dinner with Madelyn Clyne—she’s a very good friend of mine—and she’s cooking carbonara.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N looks up from her dish, her mouth practically watering at the thought of her favorite food. “She won’t mind me crashing your dinner?”

“No,” Drew replies, slouching over his bowl. “She asked me to invite you.”

“Really?” Her brown eyes widen a little in surprise. “Why?”

A mouthful of bolognese slides into Drew’s mouth with a slurp. “I might’ve mentioned your love for Italian food.”

Y/N takes a sip of her rosé. “Won’t you mind me crashing your dinner?”

“Nah,” he smiles, though his heart gives a small, unexpected flutter. “We’re friends.” He swallows the food he’s been chewing on the side of his cheek, then tries to avoid her eyes. “I kind of like hanging out with you.”

“Oh,” she answers instantly, so casual, yet pink paints her cheeks. Drew adores it. “I kind of like hanging out with you, too.”

Drew glances up at her then, and they share a knowing smile before going back to their food. The pasta is oily, red, a little salty. Drew knows he’ll need to brush his teeth and throw a box of mints into his mouth before they return to the read-through, but right now, he doesn’t care. The food is delicious.

Their comfortable silence is interrupted when Y/N’s phone rings from inside her bag. She pulls it out, glances at the screen, then gestures to Drew that she’s going to take the call outside.

"I’ll be right back.” 

Drew nods as she answers the phone and walks toward the door.

"Hey, Joe," he hears her say as she slips outside.

Burrow, he thinks, poking another strand of fettuccini into his mouth.

Fleetingly, he wonders if he should tell Y/N to bring Joe along—after all, it’s a friendly dinner. But the thought drifts away when Flo comes by their table to offer more wine. The question doesn’t resurface, not even when Y/N strolls back in from her private call. Joe is in Cincinnati anyway.

_

In her pale silk blouse and snug skirt—the same one Y/N owns—Maddie looks every bit as stunning as she does in her basic house ads. Drew has to admit it. Yet, there’s a faint itch of discomfort when he looks at her, something that nags at him. To distract himself, he shifts his attention to the other Madelyn in the room: the friend, not the fling.

She’s setting down a plate of sourdough bread on his dinner table, her hair tied back in a casual ponytail. Drew watches her lazily, admiring the elegant table setting. It looks like something out of a high-end restaurant—far superior to Padella’s.

“Since when did you become a chef?” he teases, his tone playful. Madelyn giggles, her focus entirely on the preparations. She wants everything to be perfect—no, better than perfect.

Only then does Drew glance back at his lover, noticing she’s staring at him, her pretty red lips forming a pout.

“Why not?” she asks, her voice tinged with frustration. Drew resists the urge to roll his eyes, too polite to indulge the impulse. He lets her continue her little tantrum. “You know I had a poster of Joe Burrow in my old dorm, right? The whole time I was in university?” Drew gives a barely perceptible nod, though he knows she’s lying. There’s no way she knew who Joe Burrow was back then. “So, please, please, please, please… Please, Drew. Let me meet his girlfriend, hmm?”

“No,” he replies flatly. The hurt in Maddie’s green eyes tells him he’s been too harsh. He reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she lets him, her lips curling into a small, sweet smile. “I’ll get jealous, baby,” he lies, trying to soften the blow.

She laughs, hiding her face as it flushes a flattering shade of crimson. She’s always been easily flattered by such comments, though Drew doesn’t quite understand why. After all, they’re not a couple.

“Okay,” she says, circling the table. Her fingers lace into Drew’s as she settles onto his lap, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll get going then. Call me later?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, pecking the tip of her nose. Her eyelashes flutter in response.

The moment Maddie leaves, her namesake, Madelyn, pops her head out from the kitchen.

“You know, Joe Burrow is my crush too,” Madelyn says, her tone light and teasing. Drew isn’t sure if she’s mocking him or if she means it.

“Why is every girl I know infatuated with him?” Drew asks, half-exasperated, half-amused.

Madelyn shrugs, a playful smirk on her lips. “He’s the most handsome quarterback in the league. What’s not to like?”

Before Drew can retort further, the doorbell rings. His eyes flick instinctively to the wall clock. 8 PM. Right on time.

“She’s here,” Madelyn says, her tone casual but warm. She smooths her hair back once, a quick and effortless gesture, before heading to the kitchen to finish setting the table.

Drew walks to answer the door as Madelyn places the pasta on the table. Y/N stands in the corridor, a bottle of red wine in hand.

“Look who decided to show up,” Drew says, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. “And here I thought you’d gotten lost on the way.”

Y/N laughs, shaking her head as she steps inside. “You wish. I’m always on time, Starkey.” She rises on her tiptoes to hug him in greeting, and Drew chuckles, taking the wine. As she steps back, her necklace—the one with the “J” pendant—gets tangled with his earpiece. She laughs, but Drew hates it. He hates that “J” around her neck almost as much as he hates everyone’s obsession with Burrow.

“Right on time, as always,” he says, his tone teasing but his smile genuine.

“Come on in,” Drew adds, waving her inside. “Madelyn’s been looking forward to meeting you.”

Y/N steps into the living room, her warm smile spreading evenly across her face. “Hey, Madelyn. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Madelyn turns from the table, her expression relaxed and welcoming. “Hey, Y/N. Likewise. Drew’s told me a lot about you.”

“Hopefully all good things,” Y/N replies with a laugh, her tone easy and friendly.

“Mostly,” Madelyn teases, shooting Drew a quick glance.

_

Save for a few streaks of pancetta, the serving plates look as though they’ve been licked clean.

“That was incredible, Mads. The best carbonara I’ve ever had,” Y/N compliments the cook. “Thanks for letting me try it.”

“Anytime,” Madelyn replies, her smile warm and genuine. Drew smiles at her, pouring both women another glass of wine.

The night has gone well. Madelyn, ever the outgoing host, wasted no time making Y/N feel at home. She’d seated her next to Drew at the table, and the conversation had flowed effortlessly. At one point, they drifted into a lively discussion about last week’s Bengals at Chargers game, which Madelyn had attended.

“That touchdown Burrow threw in the third quarter was insane,” Madelyn says, her eyes lighting up as she recounts the play. “The way he dodged that sack and still managed to get the ball to Chase—it was unreal.”

Y/N nods, her expression a mix of pride and amusement. “Yeah, he’s something else. I still don’t know how he does it. Every time I think he’s about to go down, he pulls off some ridiculous play.”

Drew, who has been quietly sipping his wine, can’t help but chuckle. “Sounds like you’re describing a superhero, not a quarterback.”

Madelyn laughs. “That game was wild, though. The Chargers almost had him a couple of times.”

“Almost,” Y/N says with a smirk.

Madelyn raises her glass in mock salute. “Touché. How many games have they won in a row?”

“Ten,” Y/N replies, her smile unwavering. “I hope they keep it going. He’s not exactly fun to be around when they lose,” she adds with a laugh.

“I can imagine,” Madelyn says, joining in the laughter.

_

Drew offers Y/N the last bit of burgundy in the bottle. When she declines, he pours it for himself.

“So, Y/N,” Madelyn says, leaning back in her chair with a relaxed smile, “what’s it like dating a quarterback in postseason? Does Joe ever turn it off, or is it all football, all the time?”

Y/N laughs, her tone light and easy. “Oh, he tries to turn it off, but it’s hard. It’s kind of endearing, honestly.”

Drew can’t quite put his finger on it, but he thinks she’s lying. It’s not endearing—not really. There’s something in her voice, a faint edge that makes him wonder if she’s trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

“So he just never … relax?”

“Sometimes,” Y/N says, her smile softening, her gaze lingering on what Drew presumes are those rare moments Joe isn’t talking football. “But it takes a lot to get him out of football mode. I have to remind him that there’s more to life than touchdowns and interceptions. Like, you know, me.”

She says it without any bite, but Drew can tell it hurts her. There’s a quiet resignation in her tone, a hint of something she’s not saying.

Drew swirls the wine in his glass, his voice casual but his eyes sharp. “Sounds like a full-time job.”

“It can be,” Y/N admits with a laugh, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “But I don’t mind. He’s worth it.”

Is he? Drew thinks, the question slipping into his mind before he can stop it. He doesn’t say it out loud, but the way Y/N’s smile falters for just a second makes him wonder if she’s asking herself the same thing.

Madelyn nods, her expression thoughtful. “I get that. It’s not easy being with someone who’s that driven.”

 “Exactly. But when he’s not in football mode, he’s actually really sweet.”

Drew raises an eyebrow, his tone teasing but with a hint of something sharper underneath, “Lucky guy,” he says, though there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something he quickly masks by taking a sip of his wine. Blue eyes lingering on Y/N for a beat too long.

“Okay, enough football talk,” Drew says, clearing his throat. He tells himself it’s not jealousy that makes him speak up, but the way his jaw tightens betrays him. He reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes. “I’m just gonna step out for a smoke. Anyone care to join me?”

Madelyn’s face pinches in disapproval. “I wish you’d quit. Those things are horrible for you.”

“Just one,” he bargains, his tone sweet as honey. He pats his belly, producing a compact sound. “I need it. You fed me too well, Mads.”

Y/N snickers, and Madelyn rolls her eyes. Pointedly, she asks, “Do you smoke?”

“Sometimes,” Y/N admits. “But keep it a secret. Joe would kill me.”

Drew raises an eyebrow, his tone teasing but with an edge that makes Y/N’s cheeks flush. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Come on, keep me company.”

Y/N hesitates, glancing at Madelyn, who shrugs. “Go ahead. I’ll clean up here.”

“Fine,” Y/N says, standing up. “Lead the way.”

_

They take the elevator down to the pool area on the fifth floor, where smoking is permitted. He offers her a cigarette, but she declines, so Drew places one between his lips, holding his lighter in front of it until the flame ignites.

Y/N takes a long look at him, the wind tousling his hair across his forehead, the cigarette glowing between his lips. She almost reaches out to touch his face, her fingertips lingering near his stubble, but she decides against it. Instead, she brushes his hair back into place. “I love your earpiece.”

“Thanks,” Drew exhales, his blue eyes locked on hers as smoke curls into a diaphanous ribbon. “So, everything’s going well with Joe, huh?”

Y/N tears her gaze away, her voice softer now. “You say that like you know for sure.”

“Alma likes gossip,” Drew says, licking his lips. They taste of wine and olives.

The girl shrugs, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “It’s been a little chaotic.”

“Oh?” Drew blows a few smoke rings, rounding out his mouth and flicking his tongue to create the hole in the center. “Mind if I ask why?”

“Football season, this movie…” Y/N rushes to answer, her words tumbling out as if she’s been holding them back. “I’d rather not talk about it. Sometimes it’s just… hard to make it work, you know?”

There’s a pause, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. Drew studies her, his expression unreadable but his eyes soft. Without thinking, he makes an offer he didn’t realize was on the table. “Whenever it doesn’t work,” he says, his voice low and steady, “you should just hang out with me.” He quickly adds, “And Mads. Me and Mads.”

Y/N looks at him, her eyes searching his for something he can’t quite name. For a moment, neither of them speaks, the silence stretching thin but not uncomfortable. Finally, she smiles, a small, tentative thing that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I might take you up on that.” There's a pause, and then she says, “But I’m flying to Cincinnati tomorrow, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”

Drew nods, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long before he takes another drag of his cigarette. “When you're back,” he says, his tone light but his words carrying a weight that surprises even him. “You know where to find me.”

Y/N watches him smoke in silence for a few more minutes, the faint glow of the cigarette casting fleeting shadows across his face. When she yawns, Drew stubs it out, the ember dying with a faint hiss. He steps closer, his arm looping around her waist almost instinctively.

Unconsciously, she leans into the touch, her shoulder brushing against his chest. “It’s weird,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, “that we didn’t know each other two months ago.”

Drew’s lips curve into a faint smile, though his eyes remain thoughtful. “Really weird,” he concedes, his voice low and tinged with something she can’t quite place. He’s slightly buzzed from the wine, the edges of his thoughts blurring, but there’s a clarity in this moment that feels undeniable. “But I’m glad it’s two months later.”

Y/N tilts her head, studying him. The faintest hint of a smile plays on her lips, but there’s a question in her eyes, one she doesn’t voice. Instead, she says, “You’re not so bad yourself, Drew. For a guy who hates Joe Burrow.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. “I don’t hate him. I just… don’t get the obsession.”

“Maybe you’re just jealous,” she teases, her tone light but her gaze steady.

“Maybe,” he admits, surprising himself. His hand shifts slightly against her waist, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her blouse. “Or maybe I'm just more of a Patrick Mahomes type of guy.”

Y/N’s breath catches, just for a moment, before she laughs softly, the sound mingling with the cool night air. “Careful, Drew. You're talking about my boyfriend's worst enemy.”

“I am,” he laughs, his voice dropping lower. “But I’ll let you decide if I mean it.”

She looks at him then. “You’re full of surprises,” she says finally, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll give you that.”

Drew’s smile deepens, and he doesn’t pull away. “Stick around, Y/N. You might find there’s more where that came from.”

_

She returns from Cincinnati the morning of their second-to-last script reading, the “J” necklace still clinging to her neck like a stubborn reminder.

Nonetheless, in the days leading up to Mumbai, dinners at Drew’s become a regular occurrence. Every other night, Y/N shows up with something to contribute to the table: a bottle of wine, a box of pastries, a six-pack of beer, a flour-dusted baguette wrapped in paper, or even a basket of fresh fruit.

Sometimes, Madelyn joins them, and the conversation flows effortlessly, like blood through veins. But more often than not, Y/N excuses herself early, citing a late-night or early-morning flight back to Cincinnati. Drew pretends he doesn’t care, though the empty chair beside him feels heavier than it should.

Other times, when Madelyn is out with her boyfriend and the other Maddie isn’t bombarding Drew with texts—asking him to dine with her, catch a movie, or join her at the theater—or when it’s not Sunday, Thursday, or Monday football, Y/N and Drew find themselves alone. On those rare occasions, they chat idly until the wee hours of the morning. The ice in their drinks crackles and melts, diluting the colors of their beers as they delve into childhood dreams, the winding trajectories of their careers, and the shared fears of an industry that chews up and spits out even the brightest stars. They laugh about their management teams, who have long since given up on damage control when it comes to their love lives.

Drew tells her more about Alma—caring, candid Alma—and Chase, his co-star turned best friend. In turn, Y/N opens up about Joe, her voice softening as she speaks.

“It’s not always easy,” she admits, her gaze dropping to her glass. “I mean, he’s amazing—driven, passionate, everything you’d expect from someone like him. But sometimes… sometimes it feels like I’m competing with football for his attention. And football always wins.”

She also opens up about how the pressure and expectations of both their careers harm their relationship—and the fact that her dad loathes him.

"Keep that to yourself," Y/N adds after a brief lull, her voice softer now. "I’ve never told anyone about it."

"They won’t hear it from me," Drew swears, taking a gulp of his watered-down Pilsner. He doesn’t even tell Chase.

_

Dharma begins its live shoots three months after the first read-through. Y/N and Drew are scheduled to film in Mumbai for three months, but Alma informs Drew it’s likely they’ll extend to four due to Greta Gerwig’s infamous obsessive compulsiveness. Her actors often end up filming simple scenes over and over for days, all because the director doesn’t think the natural light, the color of a couch, or the overall feeling is quite right.

“Already cleared it with the boss,” Alma shares brightly. She means the head of his management, who happens to adore Drew—as all CEOs adore their biggest star.

“Fine with me,” Drew says with a shrug. “I don’t mind staying in Mumbai a little longer.” He’s worked with far less pleasant directors than Greta before, and a little OCD won’t take the fun out of filming with Y/N.

He’s pleased to discover she feels the same way.

“Let’s press for four months,” Y/N says as they climb into the luxury car waiting for them at the airport. Her voice is calm, almost serene, as though the chaos of screaming fans outside the vehicle doesn’t exist. But Drew barely notices the noise; his attention is fixed on the absence of the “J” around her neck. “I can’t wait to discover India. Have you ever been?”

“Never,” Drew replies, sliding off his sunglasses and running a hand through his hair. He glances at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “But I’m looking forward to it. Especially if you’re the one leading the tour.”

Y/N’s eyes soften.

Quietly, with her voice carrying a warmth that settles deep in his chest, she says. “I think we’ll make a good team, Heartbreak Prince.”

[frociaggina97]

por favor la cantidad de discourse ridículo que está saliendo de barbie como niña obsesionada de Barbie que fui en mi vida les digo la posta: es una peli que esta buena xq nostalgia y greta gerwig hace buenas pelis muy especificas pero la gente no suele entender que hasta esta (peli) sus otras obras eran mas personales que "relatable" y pasa que es una experiencia que le puede pasar a muchas entonces entendieron mal ustedes sacandole patas al gato normal de 4 y después Barbie película es para vender boludeces de Barbie xq el cine es arte pero también es una industria multimillonaria y muchas cosas pueden convivir juntas y si creo que van a salir artículos boludos sobre como usar tacos es feminismo pero esa es falopa liberal de alla después el tema pibes mal ustedes x escucharlos pero decir barbie es solo de las chicas de la forma que lo dicen es como decir los nenes con los nenes las nenas con las nenas voy a proteger la femeninidad a toda costaaññññ los nenes con autos las nenas con barbies sinceramente desde el fondo de mi alma pregunto: este es su activismo? discourse de pelis de Barbi??????

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 9.20

1058 – Agnes of Poitou and Andrew I of Hungary meet to negotiate about the border territory of Burgenland. 1066 – At the Battle of Fulford, Harald Hardrada defeats earls Morcar and Edwin. 1187 – Saladin begins the Siege of Jerusalem. 1260 – The Great Prussian Uprising among the old Prussians begins against the Teutonic Knights. 1378 – Cardinal Robert of Geneva is elected as Pope Clement VII, beginning the Papal schism. 1498 – The Nankai tsunami washes away the building housing the Great Buddha at Kōtoku-in. It has been outside since then. 1519 – Ferdinand Magellan sets sail from Sanlúcar de Barrameda with about 270 men on his expedition to circumnavigate the globe. 1697 – The Treaty of Ryswick is signed by France, England, Spain, the Holy Roman Empire and the Dutch Republic, ending the Nine Years' War. 1737 – The finish of the Walking Purchase which forces the cession of 1.2 million acres (4,860 km2) of Lenape-Delaware tribal land to the Pennsylvania Colony. 1792 – French troops stop an allied invasion of France at the Battle of Valmy. 1835 – The decade-long Ragamuffin War starts when rebels capture Porto Alegre in Brazil. 1854 – Crimean War: British and French troops defeat Russians at the Battle of Alma. 1857 – The Indian Rebellion of 1857 ends with the recapture of Delhi by troops loyal to the East India Company. 1860 – The future King Edward VII of the United Kingdom begins the first visit to North America by a Prince of Wales. 1863 – American Civil War: The Battle of Chickamauga, in northwestern Georgia, ends in a Confederate victory. 1870 – The Bersaglieri corps enter Rome through the Porta Pia, and complete the unification of Italy. 1871 – Bishop John Coleridge Patteson, first bishop of Melanesia, is martyred on Nukapu, now in the Solomon Islands. 1881 – U.S. President Chester A. Arthur is sworn in, the morning after becoming president upon James A. Garfield's death. 1893 – Charles Duryea and his brother road-test the first American-made gasoline-powered automobile. 1911 – The White Star Line's RMS Olympic collides with the British warship HMS Hawke. 1920 – Irish War of Independence: British police known as "Black and Tans" burned the town of Balbriggan and killed two local men in revenge for an Irish Republican Army (IRA) assassination. 1941 – The Holocaust in Lithuania: Lithuanian Nazis and local police begin a mass execution of 403 Jews in Nemenčinė. 1942 – The Holocaust in Ukraine: In the course of two days a German Einsatzgruppe murders at least 3,000 Jews in Letychiv. 1946 – The first Cannes Film Festival is held, having been delayed seven years due to World War II. 1946 – Six days after a referendum, King Christian X of Denmark annuls the declaration of independence of the Faroe Islands. 1955 – The Treaty on Relations between the USSR and the GDR is signed. 1961 – Greek general Konstantinos Dovas becomes Prime Minister of Greece. 1962 – James Meredith, an African American, is temporarily barred from entering the University of Mississippi. 1965 – Following the Battle of Burki, the Indian Army captures Dograi in course of the Indo-Pakistani War of 1965. 1967 – RMS Queen Elizabeth 2 is launched Clydebank, Scotland. 1971 – Having weakened after making landfall in Nicaragua the previous day, Hurricane Irene regains enough strength to be renamed Hurricane Olivia, making it the first known hurricane to cross from the Atlantic Ocean into the Pacific. 1973 – Billie Jean King beats Bobby Riggs in the Battle of the Sexes tennis match at the Houston Astrodome. 1973 – Singer Jim Croce, songwriter and musician Maury Muehleisen and four others die when their light aircraft crashes on takeoff at Natchitoches Regional Airport in Louisiana. 1977 – Vietnam is admitted to the United Nations. 1979 – A French-supported coup d'état in the Central African Empire overthrows Emperor Bokassa I. 1982 – 1982 NFL season: American football players in the National Football League begin a 57-day strike. 1984 – A suicide bomber in a car attacks the U.S. embassy in Beirut, Lebanon, killing twenty-two people. 1990 – South Ossetia declares its independence from Georgia. 2000 – The United Kingdom's MI6 Secret Intelligence Service building is attacked by individuals using a Russian-built RPG-22 anti-tank missile. 2001 – In an address to a joint session of Congress and the American people, U.S. President George W. Bush declares a "War on Terror". 2003 – Civil unrest in the Maldives breaks out after a prisoner is killed by guards. 2007 – Between 15,000 and 20,000 protesters marched on Jena, Louisiana, in support of six black youths who had been convicted of assaulting a white classmate. 2008 – A dump truck full of explosives detonates in front of the Marriott hotel in Islamabad, Pakistan, killing 54 people and injuring 266 others. 2011 – The United States military ends its "Don't ask, don't tell" policy, allowing gay men and women to serve openly for the first time. 2017 – Hurricane Maria makes landfall in Puerto Rico as a powerful Category 4 hurricane, resulting in 2,975 deaths, US$90 billion in damage, and a major humanitarian crisis. 2018 – At least 161 people die after a ferry capsized close to the pier on Ukara Island in Lake Victoria and part of Tanzania. 2019 – Roughly four million people, mostly students, demonstrate across the world to address climate change. Sixteen-year-old Greta Thunberg from Sweden leads the demonstration in New York City.

[thedumbbible]

Open Your Eyes | Jake Kiszka x Reader | GRETA VAN FLEET

FLUFF ALL THE WAY 

PROMPT: Não existe nada que você adore mais naquele momento do que as luzes da projeção e Jake Kiszka. 

CONTAGEM DE PALAVRAS: 983

AVISOS: Eu nem me lembrava que tinha escrito isso até futricar meu computador e encontrar essa coisinha. Acontece durante uma noite em que a cidade se banha em arte, música e tudo mais. Dedicado a @morningbirdies​. 

I want so much to open your eyes 'Cause I need you to look into mine

Jake sorri de um jeito quase poético para você quando seus pés param na frente do prédio que está sendo iluminado pela exposição. É uma das atrações mais bonitas daquela madrugada na cidade, a exposição da sua artista favorita sendo refletida nas paredes de um prédio em pleno centro da cidade. Seu coração está batendo tão fortemente que faz com que você se pergunte internamente se aqueles são os seus minutos finais, se aquele é o movimento que seu corpo caíra na terra, sabendo que você morrerá feliz. A luz azul reflete em Jake, o cabelo longa está preso de uma maneira quase que bagunçada, deixando grande parte de fios soltos sobre o rosto bonito dele.

“Ela é muito talentosa.” Ele aponta para o quadro que está sendo colocada de forma gigante na parede. A luz das cores da pintura está iluminando todo um quarteirão, sendo acompanhada pela melódia quase que de meditação que saí das caixas de som ao lado. É uma volta completa de arte o lugar. Tem um quadro sendo exposto, e música que o acompanha, deixando a sensação quase tão inebriante que faz com que sua cabeça rode, e seus olhos se encham de lágrimas. Você se sente viva pela primeira vez naquela semana, como se seu corpo pudesse ser preenchido por algum mais do que os pensamentos conflitantes que te perseguem. “Agora entendi porque você gosta tanto dela.”

“Não é?” Sua voz saí baixa. Como se o momento pudesse desaparecer da sua frente em qualquer movimento brusco que você fizesse. Você quer agarrar aquele momento de sutileza, quer agarrar o instante em que as luzes azuis e verdes entram em contato com os olhos brilhantes e curiosos do homem que você ama e guardar em um lugar que ninguém poderia encontrar, que ninguém poderia mexer. Seus dedos se levantam junto com os seus braços, e você coloca eles para cima, para serem tocados também pelo refletor de luz. As cores da pintura também tingem a sua pele de forma eletrônica.

O som se estende por você, forçando que seus olhos se fechem em um deleite de emoções. Você consegue sentir os braços de Jake em sua cintura, e a respiração dele tão próxima da sua. Seus olhos continuam fechados, como se você estivesse criando a sua própria realidade, o seu próprio espaço de tempo, em que ninguém pode te tocar, e tocar o amor que você sente por Jake. Naquele momento seu corpo é preenchido por emoções tão fortes que faz com que sua pele se sinta expandir para dar lugar ao que ninguém nunca soube explicar.

“Abra os olhos.” Jake fala com a voz baixa, quase tão baixa que você não consegue entender pode cima da música calma. “Abra os seus olhos, querida. Preciso olhar para eles.” Você faz como ele te pede, abrindo os olhos de maneira calma, aproveitando para admirar Jake como se ele também fosse uma obra de arte, como se ele também fosse uma pintura a ser admirada. Os olhos dele estão concentrados em você, a sua expressão séria, mas não rude, como se ele também estivesse te admirando, como se ele estivesse concentrada estudando cada parte do seu ser, tentando também entender o sentimento que os preenche.

A iluminação troca para um vermelho vivo, que faz com que a pele de Jake tome tons mais sóbrios, como se a pintura divina que você está encarando tivesse tomado forma de um homem.

Por favor, Deus, permita que esse homem não quebre o meu coração. Você pensa em forma de oração enquanto está olhando para Jake, sem nem mesmo piscar. Você não quer perder nenhum segundo da existência dele agora que o encontrou, agora que seu coração pertence a ele dê uma forma quase divina, quase como se uma força poderosa tivesse entrelaçado seu peito ao dele.

“Você é tão bonita. Mais bonita que a pintura.” Ele diz, colocando a mão em seu rosto. Você coloca a cabeça apoiada de lado nas mãos dele, como se estivesse aproveitando do contato para também tomar o seu tempo. A quentura da pele dele, mesmo naquela noite fria, faz contraste com o seu rosto gelado do vento, e você quase suspira. Sua mente viaja em uma imagem do calor de Jake invadindo todos os lugares gelados de seu corpo, como se ele derrete-se todas as partes congeladas de seu ser, como se ele estivesse abraçando aquelas partes também, sem medo do que poderia encontrar a fundo em sua alma. “Não existe outro lugar que eu gostaria de estar além daqui. Nada se compara a você neste instante.”

“Nem mesmo o palco?” Você pergunta.

“Nem mesmo o palco.” Jake fala com a voz certeira. Uma voz que deixava nenhuma margem para que você duvidasse dele. Uma voz que deixava claro que ele te amava, mesmo que ele nunca tenha falado sobre isso. O som do ambiente quase pode ser anulado pelo seu coração batendo em seu ouvido, pelo seu sangue correndo de uma maneira louca dentro de você. Você se sente flutuar quando ele coloca os lábios quentes nos seus gelados, apenas encostando a boca na sua, sem fazer algum movimento.

Você o agarra pela jaqueta, colocando o corpo dele junto ao seu, colocando o restante do caminho de suas bocas. O vento estala atrás de vocês, e a iluminação muda por conta da pintura novamente. O amarelo invade a rua.

Você ama Jake Kiszka. E ele te ama também.

É em meio a uma avenida interditada para uma virada de artes no centro da cidade, em uma madrugada gelada, com nada mais do que o som de pessoas vivendo ao redor de vocês, e uma pintura que você gosta refletida que seu peito se enche de esperança. Vocês podem fazer isso dar certo.

[zamoimagines]

UPCOMING WORKS

Hey pals, it’s ya boi. I’ve seriously had a really bad depressive episode and a serious case of writer’s block. But I’m starting a new diet and I’ve been working out again, so hopefully, that’ll help to make me feel a little better. Anyway, here are some things that are in the works for you guys!

AHS

Venable x Cordelia x Reader

- Chapter 3 of This Means War

Cordelia x Michael x Reader

- witch!reader is sent to spy on the antichrist for her girlfriend, Cordelia, but Michael starts to get feelings for her

Sally x Billie x Reader

- part 2 of Sally vs Billie

Venable

- Imagine: Wearing purple lingerie for Venable (pre!apocalypse)

- Fic: No Witness (hades/persephone AU)

- Fic: Wilhelmina (inspired by the plot of Greta)

Ally 

- Imagine: Dating Ally and she finds out you’re a witch

Constance

- Imagine: Comforting Constance after Adelaide’s Death

Marvel

Peggy Carter 

- Imagine: being Jarvis’s neighbor and Peggy getting a crush on you

Loki

- Domestic life with Loki oneshot 

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

Alma

-  Imagine: Alma getting jealous over someone you know really well

that’s not everything, but there’s a good list of what to expect!

[arsenalmakesmesuffer]

My Eurovision 2009 - 2018 TOP 100

So the other day my bff and I were bored and decided to do this. We spend hours, but in the end we enjoyed it very much. So I just wanted to share that my hard work not go wasted :DDD

A big shout out to Måns Zelmerlöw and Petra Mede for making beauty called “Love Love Peace Peace” ♥

1.  Il Volo – Grande Amore (Italy 2015)

2.  Mørland & Debrah Scarlett - A Monster Like Me (Norway 2015)

3.  Jüri Pootsmann – Play (Estonia 2016)

4.  Francesco Gabbani – Occidentali‘s Karma (Italy 2017)

5.  Elina Born & Stig Rästa - Goodbye To Yesterday (Estonia 2015)

6.  Melovin – Under the ladder (Ukraine 2018)

7.  Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro - Non Mi Avete Fatto Niente (Italy 2018)

8.  Marco Mengoni - L'essenziale (Italy 2013)

9.  Koit Toome & Laura - Verona (Estonia 2017)

10.  Amir – J'ai cherché (France 2016)

11.  Frans – If I were sorry (Sweden 2016)

12.  Francesca Michielin - Nessun grado di separazione (Italy 2016)

13.  Sergey Lazarev – You are the only one (Russia 2016)

14.  Madame Monsieur - Mercy (France 2018)

15.  Blanche – City Lights (Belgium 2017)

16.  Justs – Heartbeat (Latvia 2016)

17.  Mikolas Josef - Lie To Me (Czech Republic 2018)

18.  Donny Montell – I‘ve been waiting for this night (Lithuania 2016)

19.  Lena – Satelline (Germany 2010)

20.  The Common Linnets - Calm After The Storm (The Netherlands 2014)

21.  Måns Zelmerlöw - Heroes (Sweden 2015)

22.  Iveta Mukuchyan - LoveWave (Armenia 2016)

23.  Kristian Kostov – Beautiful Mess (Bulgaria 2017)

24.  Cesár Sampson - Nobody But You (Austria 2018)

25.  Douwe Bob – Slow Down (The Netherlands 2016)

26.  Loïc Nottet - Rhythm Inside (Belgium 2015)

27.  Donny Montell – Love is Blind (Lithuania 2012)

28.  Chanée & N'Evergreen - In A Moment Like This (Denmark 2010)

29.  Softengine - Something Better (Finland 2014)

30.  Benjamin Ingrosso - Dance You Off (Sweden 2018)

31.  Robin Bengtsson - I Can't Go On (Sweden 2017)

32.  Poli Genova – If Love Was a Crime (Bulgaria 2016)

33.  Freddie - Pioneer (Hungary 2016)

34.  Ieva Zasimauskaitė – When we‘re old (Lithuania 2018)

35.  Sanna Nielsen - Undo (Sweden 2014)

36.  Eric Saade – Popular (Sweden 2011)

37.  AySel & Arash - Always (Azerbaijan 2009)

38.  Eleni Foureira - Fuego (Cyprus 2018)

39.  JOWST - Grab The Moment (Norway 2017)

40.  Barei – Say Yay! (Spain 2016)

41.  Sunstroke Project - Hey Mamma (Moldova 2017)

42.  Alma - Requiem (France 2017)

43.  Emmelie De Forest - Only Teardrops (Denmark 2013)

44.  Alexander Rybak – Fairytale (Norway 2009)

45.  Salvador Sobral - Amar Pelos Dois (Portugal 2017)

46.  Michael Schulte - You Let Me Walk Alone (Germany 2018)

47.  Sanja Vučić ZAA - Goodbye (Shelter) (Serbia 2016)

48.  Nadav Guedj - Golden Boy (Israel 2015)

49.  Sebalter - Hunter of Stars (Switzerland 2014)

50.  Zlata Ognevich - Gravity (Ukraine 2013)

51.  Yohanna – Is it True (Iceland 2009)

52.  Eugent Bushpepa - Mall (Albania 2018)

53.  Polina Gagarina – A Million Voices (Russia 2015)

54.  Carl Espen - Silent Storm (Norway 2014)

55.  Robin Stjernberg - You (Sweden 2013)

56.  Roman Lob - Standing Still (Germany 2012)

57.  Roberto Bellarosa – Love Kills (Belgium 2013)

58.  Manga – We Could Be The Same (Turkey 2010)

59.  Maraaya - Here For You (Slovenia 2015)

60.  Conchita Wurst – Rise Like a Phoenix (Austria 2014)

61.  Triana Park – Line (Latvia 2017)

62.  Minus One - Alter Ego (Cyprus 2016)

63.  Guy Sebastian - Tonight Again (Australia 2015)

64.  Monika Linkytė and Vaidas Baumila – This Time (Lithuania 2015)

65.  Basim - Cliché Love Song (Denmark 2014)

66.  Paula Seling & Ovi - Playing With Fire (Romania 2010)

67.  Ell & Nikki - Running Scared (Azerbaijan 2011)

68.  Pollapönk - No Prejudice (Iceland 2014)

69.  Hovi Star - Made of Stars (Israel 2016)

70.  Hadise - Düm Tek Tek (Turkey 2009)

71.  Farid Mammadov - Hold Me (Azerbaijan 2013)

72.  Ivi Adamou - La La Love (Cyprus 2012)

73.  Mariya Yaremchuk - Tick - Tock (Ukraine 2014)

74.  Ilinca ft. Alex Florea - Yodel It! (Romania 2017)

75.  ZOË - Loin d'Ici (Austria 2016)

76.  Ruth Lorenzo - Dancing in the rain (Spain 2014)

77.  Waldo's People - Lose Control (Finland 2009)

78.  Elhaida Dani - I'm Alive (Albania 2015)

79.  Aminata -  Love Injected (Latvia 2015)

80.  Loreen – Euphoria (Sweden 2012)

81.  Michał Szpak - Color Of Your Life (Poland 2016)

82.  Dami Im – Sound Of Silence

83.  Nathan Trent – Running on Air (Austria 2017)

84.  Emma Marrone – La Mia Città (Italy 2014)

85.  Mandinga – Zaleilah (Romania 2012)

86.  Greta Salóme - Hear Them Calling (Iceland 2016)

87.  Elaiza - Is It Right! (Germany 2014)

88.  Kejsi Tola - Carry Me In Your Dreams (Albania 2009)

89.  Dihaj - Skeletons (Azerbaijan 2017)

90.  Lighthouse X - Soldiers Of Love (Denmark 2016)

91.  Jamie-Lee - Ghost (Germany 2016)

92.  Rykka - The Last Of Our Kind (Switzerland 2016)

93.  Gabriela Gunčíková - I Stand (Czech Republic 2016)

94.  Naviband - Story Of My Life (Belarus 2017)

95.  Joci Pápai - Origo (Hungary 2017)

96.  Nina Sublatti - Warrior (Georgia 2015)

97.  Ann Sophie - Black Smoke (Germany 2015)

98.  Svetlana Loboda - Be My Valentine (Anti-Crisis Girl) (Ukraine 2009)

99.  The Makemakes - I Am Yours (Austria 2015)

100. Blue – I Can (UK 2011)

[padmaddean]

Alma & Greta Ni Una Mas (Raising Voices) s01e02

[theonlinemuse]

And even more Black witches for the list:

Bonnie Bennett, Sheila Bennett, Lucy Bennett, Ayana Bennett, Beatrice Bennett, Emily Bennett, Abby Bennett Wilson, Greta Martin, and Gloria || The Vampire Diaries

Rochelle Zimmerman || The Craft

Cleo Sowande || Legacies

Prudence Blackwood, Rosalind “Roz” Walker, Marie LaFleur, and Judith Blackwood || Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Triss Merigold, Francesca Findabair, and Philippa Eilhart || The Witcher

Céleste Dubois, Eva Sinclair, Sabine Laurent, Agnes, and Amy || The Originals

Astrid Malchance || The Originals: The Awakening

Alexandra “Alex” Fielding/Artemis DuBaer and Camryn “Cam” Barnes/Apolla DuBaer || Twitches

Ruby Cherrytree || The Worst Witch (1998)

Dr. Jenny Wendle || Weirdsister College

Crescentmoon “Cressie” Winterchild, Dyllis Mustardseed, Roseanne Speedwell, and Miss Nightingale || The New Worst Witch

Enid Nightshade, Beatrice Bunch, Drusilla Paddock, and Miss Dimity Drill || The Worst Witch (2017)

Miranda DuBaer || Twitches Too

Hypolita Laveau Kropotkin || Witch Hunt (1994)

The Seer || Charmed (1998)

Madame Zeroni || Holes

The Dust Witch || Something Wicked This Way Comes

Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet || Harry Potter

Klili Gordon || Ouanga

Mama Rata-loi || Macumba Love

Lisa Fortier || Scream Blacula Scream

Eve Batiste, Mozelle Batiste Delacroix, and Elzora || Eve’s Bayou

Epiphany Proudfoot || Angel Heart

Babina || Babina

Tasha Masterson || A Little Bit Strange

Zsa Zsa Goowhiggie || Sabrina, The Teenage Witch

Jude Thomas || Switch

Mama Cecile || The Skeleton Key

Dr. Mary-Beth Evilini || Wizards of Waverly Place

Esme || The Initiation of Sarah (2006)

Tasha Banes || Supernatural

Professor Mirna || Grachi

Marchessa || Terry Pratchett's The Colour of Magic

Cookie || Jinx

Marie Laveau and Queenie || American Horror Story: Coven

Grace Dixon || Sleepy Hollow

Plum Chatwin and Gretchen Alsop || The Magicians

Melissa Glaser || The Secret Circle

Dinah Stevens || American Horror Story: Apocalypse

East/The Witch of the East and Tip/Ozma || Emerald City

Fiji Cavanaugh || Midnight, Texas

Catarina Loss and Madzie || Shadowhunters

Nova Bordelon || Queen Sugar

Eva Callero, Alma, and Selina || Witches of East End

Emily Mather, Agatha Wilson, and Margaret Wilson || A Discovery of Witches

Sister Igraine/Morgana || Cursed (2020)

Tituba || Salem

Minerva West || Murdoch Mysteries

Astra Logue and The Enchantress || Legends of Tomorrow

Uma || Sea Witch/Pirate/Cecaelia || Descendant 2

Celia Facilier || Descendants 3

Ursula || Sea Witch/Mermaid/Cecaelia || Once Upon a Time

Imara, Kiya, Charlotte, Shay, Dayla, and Cat Covington || The Covington Witches

Hermione Granger and Rose Granger-Weasley || Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

Evillene/The Wicked Witch of the West, Addaperle/The Good Witch of the North, and Glinda/The Good Witch of the South || The Wiz Live!

Carmen Eguiluz || Siempre Bruja

Selena Izard || The House with a Clock in Its Walls

Madame Xanadu || Swamp Thing (2019)

Ruta Skadi || His Dark Materials

Mrs. Which || A Wrinkle in Time

Alice Monaghan and Lady Hatton || Hellboy (2019)

Nadia Zhabin || Shadow and Bone

Abigail Bellweather, Petra Bellweather, Edith Bellweather, Minerva Bellweather, Charvel Bellweather, Anacostia Quartermain, and Nicte Batan || Motherland: Fort Salem

Yaya, Gigi, Ally, and Ada || Juju

Eloise || Spell

Annie Carbey/Bonfire Annie || The Nevers

Elinor “Nory” Boxwood-Horace || Upside-Down Magic

Peggy Drood || A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting

Zelda || The Witches (2020)

Glinda and Madame Morrible || Wicked

Becca || Hocus Pocus 2

Malvina Monroe || Disenchanted

Jordan Davis, Mona De La Cruz, Angela Harris, Sherise Baker, Camille Sullivan, and Tabitha Rene || Wicked City (2022)

Ulyana || Sea Witch/Cecaelia || The Pocketwatch

Ellie Mayfair || Mayfair Witches

Medea || Medea

Elphaba and Nessarose Thropp || Wicked: Part One

Jennifer Kale and Vertigo || Agatha All Along

Bonus:

Karaba || Kirikou and the Sorceress

Ororo Munroe/Storm || Witch-Priestess/Mutant || X-Men: The Animated Series

Fallon || Princess Gwenevere and the Jewel Riders

Anthy Himemiya || Revolutionary Girl Utena

Caldina || Magic Knight Rayearth

Urd || Ah! My Goddess

Glenda || Puchi Puri Yucie

April || Darker Than Black

Taranee Cook || W.I.T.C.H.

Luna || Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost

Amanda Sefton || X-Men: Evolution

Yao Ro Dushi || Gate

Princess Irmaplotz || Dave the Barbarian

Wuya || Xiaolin Showdown

Yoruichi Shihouin || Bleach

Freddie Facilier || Descendants: Wicked World

Mama Odie || The Princess and the Frog

The Alchemist || Castlevania

Enid Mettle || Witch/Ninja || OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

Wangari || Little Witch Academia

Lavender || Little Charmers

Melosa "Mel" || Di-Gata Defenders

Ariel Valtiel Westcott || Day Break Illusion

Chloe von Einzbern || Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA☆ILLYA

Haggar/Honerva || Witch/Alchemist || Voltron: Legendary Defender

Talia and Izira || LoliRock

Netossa || She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Frida || Hilda

Luz Noceda and Skara || The Owl House

Queen of Fables || Harley Quinn

Terra || Supernatural Academy

Lucy Santana || Daniel Spellbound

Annette and Esther || Castlevania: Nocturne

Black Witches

Black Witches

Tabby || The Craft: Legacy

Nynaeve al'Meara || Wisdom || The Wheel of Time

Calypso || Sea Goddess/Witch || Pirates of The Carribean

Jada Sheilds || Whitelighter-Witch || Charmed (2018)

Leta Lestrange || Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindelwald

Eulalie Hicks || Fantastic Beasts: Secrets of Dumbledore

Fringilla Vigo || The Witcher

Seraphina Picquery || Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Kaela Danso || Charmed (2018)

Macy Vaughn and Maggie Vera || Charmed (2018)

[1800-talsnamn]

⚫ 1-246: 2017 (x)

Anna - 103794 (109) (↘104)

Eva - 88324 (41) (↗76)

Maria - 84763  (237) (↗241)

Karin - 69597 (34) (↗38)

Kristina - 58587  (31) (↘26)

Lena - 57853 (43) (↘33)

Sara - 56261   (397) (↘384)

Kerstin - 51777 (101) (↘82)

Emma - 50198 (469) (↘331)

Ingrid - 44177 (213) (↗216)

Jenny - 40107   (10) (↗14)

Annika - 38500 (6) (↗9)

Hanna - 37965 (233) (↘222)

Elin - 37456 (300) (↘262)

Marie - 36979 (18) (↘9)

Inger - 36708 (3) (=3)

Johanna - 34352   (30) (↗32)

Sofia - 34293  (333) (↘286)

Ulla - 34242 (…) (↗2)

Elisabet(h) - 32258 (44) (↘38)

Julia - 30014   (597) (↘518)

Katarina - 29555 (7) (↘6)

Linnea - 28933 (476) (↘405)

Emelie - 28618   (162) (↘150)

Ida - 28467   (249) (↘210)

Helena - 27610  (29) (↗31)

Annette - 27310

Gunilla - 26461 (2) (↘…)

Margareta - 26187 (4) (↘3)

Amanda - 24193 (215) (↘173)

Therese - 24193 (7) (↘5)

Cecilia - 23474 (24) (↘19)

Maja - 23094 (664) (↘547)

Lisa - 22178 (113) (↘92)  

Frida - 21790 (63) (↘56)

Matilda - 21625 (234) (↘187)

Ulrika - 21516

Elsa - 21251 (643) (↘534)

Alice - 19896  (910) (↘888)

Rebecka - 19248 (76) (↘52)

Agneta - 18354

Sofie - 18167 (48) (↘35)

Ebba - 17841 (596) (↘594)

Klara - 17779   (494) (↗523)

Lina - 16887 (111) (↗112)

Louise - 15894 (52) (↘49)

Vilma - 15683 (587) (↘556)

Astrid - 15485 (543) (↗572)

Ella - 15299  (635) (↘604)

Erika - 15219 (19) (↘18)

Ellen - 15206 (508) (↘460)

Alexandra - 14825  (110) (↘78)

Viktoria - 14753 (109) (↗114)

Emilia - 14458  (416) (↘346)

Alva - 14072 (508) (↗512)

Agnes - 13894 (570) (↘544)

Olivia - 13816 (601) (↗634)

Rut - 13335 (182) (↗194)

Pernilla - 13191

Charlotte - 12716 (19) (↘10)

Lisbet - 12655 (…) (↗3)

Lovisa - 12491 (300) (↘197)

Inga - 12455 (6) (=6)

Stina - 12008 (221) (↘196)

Karolina - 11964 (18) (↘13)

Kristin - 11658 (4) (=4)

Kajsa - 11351 (71) (↘40)

Isabella - 10334 (300) (↘252)

Brit(t)a - 10287 (18) (↘13)

Nelly - 10240 (380) (↘355)

Evelina - 10083 (113) (↘83)

Alma - 9946 (547) (↘532)

Ingegerd - 9787

Lilly - 8769 (690) (↘577)

Märta - 8742 (172) (↘163)

Fanny - 8353 (67) (↘41)

Susanna - 8318 (18) (↘13)

Signe - 8004 (451) (↗507)

Martina - 7498 (9) (↘2)

Ester - 7481 (402) (↗407)

Annie - 7411 (103) (↘89)

Elvira - 7186 (311) (↗324)

Gabriella - 7143 (63) (↘47)

Tilda - 7072 (154) (↘112)

Selma - 6920 (378) (↗521)

Margit - 6532 (6) (↗10)

Emmy - 6620 (147) (↘124)

Tyra - 6227 (282) (↘246)

Cornelia - 6036 (165) (↗197)

Charlotta - 6028 (4) (↘2)

Inez - 5895 (381) (↗418)

Sigrid - 5787 (338) (↘315)

Siri - 5781 (239) (↘182)

Edit - 5603 (268) (↗275)

Magdalena - 5676 (14) (↗18)

Elina - 5673 (146) (↘122)

Greta - 4988 (147) (↘136)

Svea - 4764 (173) (↗178)

Andrea - 4475 (39) (↘32)

Sabina - 4475 (12) (↘9)

Hilda - 4124 (161) (↘155)

Elise - 4271 (337) (↘275)

Gertrud - 3850 (4) (↘…)

Lotta - 3697 (22) (↘17)

Viola - 3459 (103) (↘95)

Laura - 3456 (106) (↘104)

Marta - 3350 (18) (↘16)

Gunhild - 3291

Paulina - 3221 (20) (↘9)

Hedvig - 3039 (115) (↗150)

Olga - 3030 (11) (↗17)

Sally - 2942 (198) (↗207)

Vend(e)la - 2672 (36) (↗43)

Hedda - 2595 (137) (↗153)

Natalia - 2560 (21) (↘15)

Ragnhild - 2213 (…) (↗4)

Hilma - 2179 (155) (↘152)

Judit - 2119 (91) (↘66)

Rosa - 2117 (13) (↘10)

Amelie - 1913 (51) (↘38)

Elna - 1903 (35) (↗45)

Ingeborg - 1891 (7) (↘3)

Mariana - 1865 (2) (↘…)

Dagmar - 1730 (5) (↗6)

Elisa - 1719 (84) (↘82)

Engla - 1692 (25) (=25)

Lydia - 1673 (49) (↘48)

Beata - 1654 (9) (↗11)

Fredrika - 1590 (10) (=10)

Mina - 1589 (30) (↘26)

Helga - 1562 (9) (↗13)

Elma - 1524 (79) (↘58)

Marit - 1510 (2) (=2)

Tora - 1461 (35) (↗44)

Boel - 1431 (8) (↗15)

Regina - 1367 (…) (↗5)

Teresia - 1339 (2) (=2)

Antonia - 1299 (23) (↘17)

Josefina - 1295 (6) (↘4)

Else - 1222 (12) (↘8)

Gerda - 1195 (10) (↘8)

Selina - 1193 (59) (↗68)

Nikolina - 1180 (26) (↘22)

Ottilia - 1137 (81) (↘80)

Kersti - 1136

Betty - 1088 (42) (↘39)

Nanna - 1072 (11) (↘8)

Eleonora - 1039 (31) (↗41)

Aurora - 966 (74) (↗81)

Henny - 919 (27) (↘23)

Adele - 846 (145) (↘109)

Gurli - 814

Valborg - 789 (2) (↘…)

Berta - 778 (2) (↘…)

Malena - 753

Petronella - 752 (2) (↘…)

Amalia - 726 (17) (↗25)

Teodora - 673 (20) (↘12)

Adina - 666 (15) (↘8)

Ada - 626 (38) (↗41)

Adelina - 527 (23) (↘15)

Henrietta - 507 (…) (↗2)

Hulda - 487 (7) (=7)

Juliana - 485 (7) (↗8)

Hildur - 473 (4) (↘3)

Katrina - 446 (2) (↘…)

Nanny - 440 (…) (↗2)

Naemi - 404 (5) (↗13)

Vilhelmina - 367 (19) (↗20)

Dorotea - 358 (10) (↘8)

Emelia - 354 (11) (↘3)

Tekla - 342 (9) (↘7)

Nilla - 338 (5) (↘3)

Henriette - 336

Alvina - 333 (23) (↘17)

Virginia - 328 (2) (↘…)

Edla - 307 (11) (↘6)

Olena - 293

Alida - 289 (4) (↘3)

Rosalie - 286 (2) (↗3)

Malvina - 274 (8) (↘3)

Alfhild - 271

Blenda - 259 (…) (↗3)

Agda - 256 (8) (↘4)

Hildegard - 256

Eugenia - 238

Justina - 200 (2) (↗4)

Georgina - 192 (3) (↘…)

Elida - 183 (2) (↗3)

Brigitta - 171

Syster - 161

Adelia - 154 (12) (↗25)

Karna - 139

Augusta - 135 (6) (↘2)

Rosina - 128

Beda - 124 (…) (↗2)

Constance - 122

Ingar - 119

Albertina - 104

Axelina - 100

Helfrid - 90

Henrika - 79

Frideborg - 76

Leontina - 70 (...) (↗3)

Alfrida - 55

Bengta - 55

Elfrida - 54 (2) (↘…)

Märet - 50

Mätta - 47

Neta - 46

Gölin - 39

Axelia - 38

Desideria - 35 (2) (↘…)

Sissa - 34

Benedikta - 33

Elemina - 33

Severina - 29

Almida - 28

Konstantia - 27

Davida - 26 (2) (↘…)

Eufemia - 22 (…) (↗2)

Oktavia - 19 (2) (↘…)

Oliva - 19

Ellida - 18

Andrietta - 17

Marna - 17

Teolinda - 16

Bot(h)ilda - 13

Laurentia - 12

Arvida - 11

Assarina - 10

Emerentia - 10

Marget - 7

Serafia - 6

Bernhardina - 4

Gustafva - 4

Jakobina - 4

Concordia - 3

Göt(h)ilda - 3

Adolfina - 2

Margta - 2

Aqvilina - 1

Botilla - 0

Eufrosyna - 0

Eufrosyne - 0

Potentia - 0

[sassysaluki]

10 Q&As

Got tagged by @maythestarsguidemyway for this wee questionnaire. x~3

1. relationship status: single

2. favorite color: chartreuse

3. lipstick or chapstick: depends whether I want color or moisture ;)

4. last song: Fear Not--Michael Prins & Carice van Houten (SHE SINGS LIKE THE PERFECT HEAVENLY ANGEL SHE IS, OH MAI GAHD)

5. last movie: first time--Disaster Artist. XD rewatch--Love & Mercy. 8D

6. top three TV shows: Ever? I Love Lucy, Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, Are You Afraid of the Dark? (Followed closely by Laverne & Shirley, The Golden Girls, The Honeymooners, Star Trek, Cheers, The Wonder Years, a lotta cartoons...etc.) Current? Game of Thrones and My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

7. top three ships: Hayffie (Haymitch/Effie--THG), and...I'm not sure, not many compare. Not that I don't support any other pairings/couples... http://hayffiesdaughter.tumblr.com/post/145441211988/5-otps-youd-go-down-with (And I'm weird, like, I ship toys and OCs and people from Beyond Belief stories and images on clothing/pajamas/objects/whatever that I've turned into characters...;P)

8. top three bands: Spice Girls, Beatles, ABBA (nearly said some 30 others; #impossible)

9. three favorite foods: Gonna totally cheat and say top 3 food groups...which happen to be the largest of ye olde pyramid, so yay? Grain (incl. pasta, pancakes, waffles, cereal, bread, etc.) Fruit (incl. dragonfruit, grapefruit, lemon, lime, orange/clementine/tangerine/kumquat, coconut, pineapple, apricot, cherry, pomegranate, blueberry, strawberry, kiwi, peach, nectarine, plum, pear, grape, honeydew, cantaloupe, watermelon, apple, banana, plantain, papaya, mango, date, guava, star fruit, passion fruit, other berries, etc.) Und vegetable (incl. mushroom, carrot, spinach, beet, eggplant, asparagus, broccoli, cucumber, bell pepper, celery, cauliflower, radish, rhubarb, water chestnut, zucchini, okra winfrey, etc.) ;P

10. currently reading: Smithsonian Handbook of Horses

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Also need a spot to save a list I just had fun concocting...

FEMININE NAMES: Some favorites, positive associations, interesting, potentially useful ones, etc...(plus the color/gem/plant lists ofc.)

Ariel, Anya, Adeline, Adelaide, Amaryllis, Ariadne, Arania, Anais, Astrid, Amber, Alana, Arista (Adella/Aquata/Andrina/Attina ;), Allegra, Allison, Ambrosia, Annushka, Annika, Annette, Arabella, Annabelle, Anastasia, Arlene, Aurora, Ayla, Audrey/Audrina, Alani, Alma, Amelia, Amalia, Alexa/is, April, Antoinette, Adrienne/ana, Arachne, Aria, Annelle, Agatha (Bertha, Edwina, etc. xD) [Autumn? Winter? Summer? Snow?]

Beatrix, Bianca, Bernadette, Bernadine, Bernice, Beryl, Benedicta, Bonnie, Brenda, Bess, Bebe, Britta, Blythe, Bridget, Brandlyn, Bella, Brooke

Cassidy, Cleo, Claudia, Claudine, Claudette, Clementine, Cordelia, Calypso, Calliope, Cecily, Cecile, Cecilia, Caroline, Charlotte, Caprice, Clarice, Clarita, C(h)arissa(e), Carice, Carrie, Carly, Carlita, Clarabelle, Carmen, Cynthia, Candice, Catriona, Christabelle, Cheryl, Cheri, Cherry, Cerise, Cressida, Crescenza, Crystal, Camille, Circe, Cora, Cosette, Collette, Colleen, Celeste, Calista, Claire, Carla/y, Courtney, Charmaine, Coral, Clover, Cheyenne, Connie, Chiffon, Coco (”oh-oh” names), etc.

Delilah, Donna, Delphina, Dolores, Doris, Desiree, Dierdre, Danica, Dinah, Dominique, Demeter, Demetria, Dagmar, Darlene, Dulcie/Dulcinea, Daphne, Denise, Drusilla, Didi, Dixie

Elle, Electra, Enid, Estella, Estelle, Evangeline, Eudora, Eunice, Esmeralda, Esperanza, Eurydice, Effie, Euphemia, Essie, Esther, Ethel, Enola, Eulalia, Elisa, Elise, Eris, Elaine, Evelyn, Elke, Eranthe, Eglantine, Eloise, Elodie, Etienne, Emanuele/a

Felice, Felicia, Felicity, Fern, Francesca, Francine, Freja, Florence, Florinda, Fleur, Farrah, Faye

Genevieve, Georgia, Georgann, Georgina, Georgette, Germaine, Ginger, Greta, Gerta, Gloria, Gwendolyn, Giselle, Guinevere, Griselda, Gertrude, Gabrielle, Gabriella, Gladys, Ginevra, Geneva, Golda, Gianna

Holly, Hazel, Heidi, Harriet, Henrietta, Hester, Hunter, Hesper

Inga, Ilsa, Ivy, Inez, Imogene, Iris, Isis, Ingrid, Irma, Isolde, Ignatia, Ida, Ino, Io, Isadora, Isla, Ivory, Isabelle/a

Jemima, Jezebel, Jolene, Juliet, Johanna, Janice, Janine, Janet/Jeanette, Joyce, Joy, Jocelyn, Jade, Judith, Justine/a, Josie, Jewel, Joelle, Janelle, Jordana, Juniper

Katrina, (e)Katerina, Karina, Kathleen, Kelly, Kimberly, Kiki, Katia

Lola/Lolita, Lucretia, Laverne, Lavinia, Layla, Lucinda, Lulu, Lurline, Lorelei, Lucia/na, Louise/a, Lenore, Liljana/Lilja, Lilith, Liesel, Ludmilla, Lydia, Libby, Lorraine, Lucille, Lavender, Lana, Lacy, Lyanna, Lunette/Lynette, Lyra, Leona, Laurel, Lisa (etc.)

Mercedes, Myra, Marcella/Marcie, Mariah, Mar(t)ina, Macy, Margarita, Margo, Melba, Marsha, Melinda, Melina, Minerva, Maxine, Megara, Mavis, Millicent, Mildred, Marigold, Mimi, Moira, Mabel, Marilyn, Marlene/Marlena, Myrna, Musette/Minuette, Maggie/Margaret/Mags, Melanie/Melody, Maeve, Muriel, Morgan(a), Maude, Maris, Meryl...Marietta, Mirabelle/a, Mariel/le/a, Maribel, Mari(a)nel(a/la?)... Melisandre ;)

Noel, Nadine, Nadia, Naomi, Nicola, Nina, Nellie, Nevada, Nanette, Nixie, Nora, Nymeria ;)

Ophelia, Opal, Odette, Olivia, Oceana, Oksana, Oriana, Odelia

Petra, Petronella, Priscilla, Peg, Penelope, Persephone, Paige, Prudence, Phyllis, Philomena, Phoebe, Phaedra, Perdita, Poppy, Pearl/Perla, Pamela, Patrice/Patricia, Posy, Portia

Quintana, Queenie

Rita, Roxanne, Roxanna, Regina, Ruby, Rosanna, Rosetta, Rosalyn, Rosemarie, Rowena, Ramona, Roberta, Rebecca, Rory, Ruta, Ruth, Raine

Sasha, Sheila, Soleil/Soleia, Suzette, Sybil, Scarlet, Saffron, Shirley, Sharlene, Sonia, Sondra/Sandra, Solange, Selene/Selena, Serena, Sharon, Sophie, Sylvie/Sylvia, Seraphina, Shannon, Shoshanna, Saskia, Savannah, Sally, Sunny, Sheena, Sage, Stella, Sabine, Samara, Sloan, Sadie, Starr/la, Skye, Sorrel, Shania, Sydney (uni)

Tallulah, Tess, Therese/Theresa, Trixie, Tara, Tabitha, Tatiana, Tanya, Talia, Tasha, Theodora, Tracy, Tilly, Tammy, Thalassa, Tuesday, Trinity, Tamara

Ulla, Uma, Una

Veda, Valentina, Violet/Violette/Violetta/Viola, Vivian/Viviana/Vivienne/Viveca, Velvet, Victoria, Vera, Vanessa, Veronica, Valerie, Vesta, Valencia

Whitney, Wednesday, Winona, Wanda, Wren, Willow, Wilhelmina/Winnie, Wilma

Xanthe, Xena, Xenia

Yvonne, Yvette, Yolanda

Zinnia, Zoe, Zelda/Zerelda

[baekchelor]

𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

pairings: George Mackay x reader genre: romantic comedy rating: pg13 synopsis: on the set of his new film, golden boy George Mackay learns a basic human truth: that the heart is deceitful above all things.

❝ have  you  ever  been  in  love? horrible  isn’t  it?  it  makes  you  so  vulnerable.  it  opens  your  chest  and  it  opens  up  your  heart  and  it  means  that  someone  can  get  inside  you  and  mess  you  up.❞                                                                                                                         ―neil  gaiman

ONE | SCRIPTS & BONDS ◄ ᴘʀᴇᴠ

The first read-through for Dharma happens three weeks later at a film studio in London. Although George allowed Daisy to sleep at his place last night, he didn't even say goodbye when he walked out on the girl deeply asleep on the wrong side of the bed. He wanted to be early as usual, and leaving coffee ready on the kitchen counter didn't fall bellow a No-Strings-Attached relationship, so he didn't bother. There are only Greta Gerwig and some staffers to greet when he's ushered into the venue.

"Y/N isn't here yet," George observes, tired blue orbs scanning the room.

"Don't worry," Alma smiles. She's already slipped a coffee cup into his hand, the way she always does in work mornings when she's well aware George is still half-asleep. The boy snickers to himself, his manager is so predictable. "She'll be here."

"She's probably still with Henry," George surmises. Y/N isn't known as The Witcher’s princess for nothing.

Alma shrugs, encouraging to slurp his Americano and mind his own business. George is well aware this chat makes him look foolish and inexplicably jealous. Thankfully, Alma gossips along, "I don't doubt for a second she may have slept with him last night. But she won't be sleeping in, I can guarantee you that." George tilts his head, asking for more in tell. Alma's red-stained lips stretch open in a yawn. "She always comes on the dot, apparently. Never early, never late."

More interested than he should, and with an amused grin, he consults the time on his phone. Nine o'clock. "Thirty more minutes, then." He places the iPhone on the table in front of him, next to his script. "Let's time her." Alma chuckles, shaking her head. George plays dumb, opting to dramatically smell his coffee before proceed and take another sip from his cup. He picks up the thick white booklet, lines already colour-coded per actor, and starts to read through it.

Dharma is set in 1857 India. Aakesh, a penniless Hindi boy —portrayed by Dev Patel, the main lead— has always known his social standing is a consequence of wrongdoing in his past life. Y/N plays Marina, a wealthy Spanish girl Aakesh believes to be his past life love and the trigger of his attempts to clean his karma. George's character becomes involved when Colonel Edmund Thorn (Michael Fassbender), concerned about the safety of his fianceé, Marina, assigns James as her personal guard. They fall in love.

Thumbing through the middle section of his script, where the plot starts to thicken, it suddenly dawns on George how much acting this movie is going to require of him. His character demands him to declare his devotion to Marina with mere gazes, words few. Still, each movement of his body vociferates a heartfelt love, deepest that any he's ever impersonated.

George closes his eyes, trying to get in character. He imagines himself having this conversation with someone he desperately loves. He pictures Daisy in his head. Her thick, ash blonde hair and smiling eyes, the pink warm of her cheeks and the heat of her mouth when he kisses her.

It feels like cheating, though, because his character is supposed to be in love with Marina, and although Daisy is a girl he enjoys spending time with, he is not in love with her.

George's sigh exits in a long, laboured stream of breath.

"Everything all right?"

The voice is sweet, with an upward lilt to it. It sounds hesitant too, but like it's trying not to be.

The boy looks up. Y/N is studying him, dark-haired and flushed, the expression on her face shy.

"Oh, hello there," George smiles, clearing his head of its haze. He rises from his seat and extends a hand. "I'm George."

"I know," she giggles, holding it. Her palm is cold, whereas George's is warm. "I'm Y/N. I really admire your work. I’m a big fan… Probably had seen all your movies."

George can't help feeling a little sheepish at that. "Thank you," he says. Their arms fall back to their sides. "Same here. Without the 'I'm Y/N' part," he jokes, and he wants to slap himself for being that lame.

"Geo’s friend is a big fan of your boyfriend," Alma quips from behind her. She's too practical to ever get star struck. "I'm Alma, by the way. Geo's manager."

Y/N smiles charmingly as she shakes Alma's hand. And George finds himself in a daze, he loves the way she behaves, how her voice sounds like and the welcoming aura she irradiates.

<< The fuck is wrong with you?>>

"Nice to meet you, Alma." She turns back to George and smiles wider. She has small, pink lips; like petals. "I can arrange a meet and greet if you'd like."

"Thank you," George says, smiling back in spite of himself.

Y/N's eyes twinkle as she coyly shrugs her shoulders. She's wearing a tight little skirt George is sure Daisy owns too. It just doesn't look as good on her as it does on the girl who's currently in front of him.

"Whoa! Look at us getting along," she cheers, eyes transformed into two crescent moons, "Must confess I came prepared to try to break the ice." She seems to check herself then, pursing her mouth and laughing all of a sudden. "Sorry, that made it sound like we're going on a blind date or something."

George laughs along because her giggles are contagious and it is kind of funny. "We kind of are? We're playing star-crossed lovers and didn't even do a chemistry test. I'm pretty much going into this thing blind."

"Aren't we?" Y/N looks like she's glad to find someone in the same boat. "I was just telling--"

"Henry" George quips. His mouth stills awkwardly over the last syllable. He's not sure why he's letting himself be so familiar with this girl when they've only just met.

Y/N doesn't seem to mind, though. "Oh, no, no," she rolls back on her heels, "Henry and I are kinda...well..."

It puts George at ease for some reason. "Oh I see," he says affably with absolutely no bite to it, and Y/N's soft smile flashes again. "You were saying?"

"I was saying," she continues, "I was telling Dev about the no chemistry test thing, and he goes:" her voice fakes a man's voice, heavy British accent and everything, "you guys don't need it. Look at you both! Would look so good together.'" Y/N shakes her head a little, chuckling as she exhales. "I wasn't sure how to react."

"My friend Dean said the same thing," a smile creeps without George's consent as he confesses Dean's mischief. Y/N lets out a soft Oh. "I guess we just, I dunno-"

"You just have natural chemistry," Greta pipes up out of nowhere. She softly squeezes Y/N's cheek fondly. "Still on time, uh? You never change."

"It's all on Vanessa," she giggles with equal fondness. Vanessa is her manager slash personal assistant. George thinks the actress relationship with Greta is reasonable since they've worked together before in a movie he can't remember the name, but she stared alongside Timotheé Chalamet.

The director strikes up a bit of small talk about Y/N's last movie, The Selection, where she and Tom Holland bring the book to life in Netflix's screens. If George remembers it correctly, Holland plays a prince and Y/N portrays a commoner who is selected to compete for the prince's heart. The movie seems a cringe, but for some weird reason, George has decided to watch it once he gets home. Hopefully, Daisy will be gone by then, and the boy would stop at the convenience store to buy beer and popcorn.

George picks up his phone. Stealthily, he checks the time. Nine thirty-five. He and Y/N have been talking for approximately five minutes.

<<On the dot>>, he thinks to himself, recalling Alma's words. Then he hears his name. "Pardon?"

Y/N is saying, "I'll go sit with Dev. Catch up with you later?"

"Yeah, of course," due to his actor demeanour George can hide the disappointment trapped between his words. He understands she has to sit with Dev, their characters interact throughout the entirety of the film. "Do what you have to do."

"Talk to you later then," she shoots him a bright smile, her pink gums gleaming inside of it.

Greta is calling for the rest of the cast to take their seats around the square actors' table. Call it luck, but Dev and Y/N's sits are right across the chair labelled Mackay. The brit places his phone back on the table and slides into his chair.

"By the way," she says, turning around again. "Do I call you, George? Or..."

"Or?" flipping back to the first page of the script, he folds the cover back neatly as he questions the girl with his eyes.

"Your manager called you Geo." Y/N returns her inquisitive gaze. "That's your nickname?"

"Sort of," George laughs. "Very few people call me that way."

"May I?"

He shrugs, "Sure." As he rubs his palm over the script, he decides, on a whim, to try something new. How James, his character, calls her: "Ms Marina."

The crinkles in the corners of Y/N's eyes make the risk worth it.

"Okay," she says, walking backwards with her hands entwined. "Let's have fun today, Geo."

"Flirty Thirty” A gleam of the eye, a quirk of the lip, and it isn't Marina talking anymore, is Y/N tittering.

The room erupts in laughter. George's laughing the hardest of all.

"Y/N," Greta scolds half-heartedly. "Don't break character."

"Sorry, G," Y/N apologizes sweetly. "I thought I would break the ice."

Somehow, George finds himself smiling.

Today marks the fourth official Dharma read-through, and the tenth time they've gone over the entire script. George gets why Y/N is antsy; he is too. He can't wait to start filming in Mumbai, to smell the air of the streets, hear the whir of traffic and fast-paced Hindi. He can't wait to feel James in his bones in every take, the character encasing him, flesh and blood.

Fact is read-throughs are boring. So d*mn repetitive. George is just glad he's got perfect girl Y/N Y/L/N around to make things bearable.

Gerwig sighs in resignation. "Let's break for lunch," she says, addressing the entire group, "Reconvene in an hour."

George catches Y/N's eye and mouths, Padella? Y/N nods vigorously, flashing two thumbs up and a bright smile. The one the boy has grown fond of.

"I'm dying," George tells her a few minutes later as they walk to the restaurant. Luckily for both, it is near the film studio.

"Same here," she agrees. "One last read-through then India, here we come!"

"But we go through the script three times each meeting," George is half-whining, half-sniggering at the way Y/N's eyes roll to the back of her head. "We'll probably take even longer than usual today because of your little adlib."

"Sorry..."

"It was fun, though." Quickly, George reaches out to ruffle the hair on the top of Y/N's head. He wants to touch her. He just doesn't know why nor how and he doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He cares too much for her. "Not a lot of laughs in this love story of ours."

Y/N doesn't bother smoothing down the mess. "Can you imagine loving someone as much, Geo?"

"Uhm..." George brushes a fingertip against his own fringe. He needs to get it trimmed before they start the live shoots. "I don’t know. Their love is something out of this world.”

"Yeah," Y/N watches the movement casually. "It is."

They get to the restaurant and the waiter, who is clearly a fan of hers, greets them enthusiastically.

"You two are so good looking," she gushes, but George knows the compliment is directed at Y/N. The waiter, who's tag reads Flo, merely is trying to be polite by her use of pronouns. "You get more and more dashing every time I see you." Y/N gives her the prettiest smile, and Flo enthusiastically looks at George, beyond happy for the reaction she got out of Y/N. George would be thrilled as well if the prettiest girl at Padella smiled at him in such a way...

<<What?>>

Padella has become a familiar haunt. They'd gone after the first read-through —when George discovered Y/Ns favourite food was any type of pasta— and every read-through after that, always ordering a dish they haven't tasted before and two glasses of wine. Not exactly in keeping with the diets, but George reckons these cheat days won't hurt. He and Y/N have taken to exercising together too, fitting in the gym sessions between their Dharma meetings and other schedules.

"I gained weight when I was a teenager," Y/N admitted during one of their workouts. "I had to work out to keep the weight off. Not like you." She'd smiled her sweet, bright smile, and George could imagine her being just as likeable with double the meat on her bones.

"I grow a beer gut like that," he'd told Y/N, snapping his fingers. "So I have to work it off, too."

In record time, Flo brings their dishes, leaving a courtesy starter on the table. George grabs his fork and swirls it through the fettuccini. It makes a pleasing, gooey sound as he incorporates the Pomodoro sauce.

"Oh, right, if I may Ms Marina," George says, giggling. The actress hums in return, mixing the contents of her own plate. "Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow? My sister is cooking carbonara, your favourite."

"Oh my god," Y/N looks up from her dish, mouth-watering at the mere thought of her favourite food. "She won't mind me crashing your dinner?"

"No," George replies, slouching over his bowl. "She asked me to invite you."

"Really?" her orbs go a little round. "Why?"

A mouthful of bolognese disappears into George's mouth with a slurp, "I might have mentioned your love for Italian food."

Y/N takes a sip of her rosé, "Won't you mind me crashing your sibling dinner?"

"Nah," he smiles. “We're friends." He swallows the food he's chewed into the side of his cheek and tries not to meet Y/N's eyes. "I kind of like hanging out with you."

"Oh," she answers instantly, so blasé, pink across her cheeks. George adores it. "I kind of like hanging out with you, too."

George glances up then, and they share a knowing smile before going back to their food. It's oily and red, a little salty. George knows he's going to have to wash his teeth and throw a box of mints into his mouth before they go back to the read-through, but he doesn't care. It's delicious.

Their comfortable silence is broken when Y/N's phone rings inside her Rebecca Minkoff’s bag. She pulls it out, glances at the screen, and gestures to George that she's going to take it outside.

"I'll be right back," she says; tongue running over her teeth. The boy nods, just as Y/N answers the call and turns.

"Hey, H," George hears her say as she pushes through the door. "What's up?"

Cavill, he thinks to himself, sucking up to another curtain of fettuccini.

Fleetingly, he wonders if he should tell Y/N to bring a date—as in Henry. But the idea is pushed to the back of his mind when Flo comes by their table to ask if they would want more wine, and it doesn't resurface, not even when Y/N strolls back in from her private call.

In her pale silk blouse and tight little skirt, the one Y/N owns too, Daisy looks every bit as gorgeous as she does in her Basic House ads. George gotta admit. Yet he feels a little itch when he looks at her, it bothers him, so he focuses his attention on the other Daisy in the room. His sister.

She's setting down a plate of sour bread on his dinner table, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Luhan watches her lazily, admiring the classy decoration of the table. It looks out of a restaurant. Much better than Padella's.

"Since when my sister's become a chef?" he says playfully. His sister giggles in response, her attention too immersed in the preparations. She wants it all to be perfect. Scratch that, more than perfect.

Only then George returns his gaze towards the other Daisy, and he notices she's staring at him, a pout on her pretty red lips.

"Why not?" she asks. George wants to roll his eyes, but he's too polite to do so. He lets her continue the tantrum, "You know I used to have a poster of Henry Cavill in my old dorm, right? The whole time I was in University?" George barely nods. "So please, please, please, please, please... Please, George. Let me meet his girlfriend, hmm?"

"No," he answers. The hurt in Daisy's green eyes confirms he's been too harsh. He reaches up to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. She lets him do it, wearing a small and sweet smile. "I'll get jealous, baby," he lies in an attempt to soften his previous words.

She laughs, hiding her face as it turns a flattering shade of crimson. She's always been flattered by stuff like this and George doesn't understand why. They're not a couple, to begin with.

"Okay," she circles the table, fingers lacing into George's as she sits on his lap. She plants a kiss against his lips, "I'll get going then. Call me later?"

"Yeah," he pecks her on the tip of her nose and her eyelashes quiver.

The moment Daisy leaves, her namesake, George's sister Daisy, pops his head from the kitchen.

"You know, Henry is my celebrity crush too," her feet express her enthusiasm in small jumps. "I'm so excited!"

"You what?" George's nostrils flare, "Why every girl I know is infatuated with him?"

The doorbell rings before George can retort any further. His eyes flick over to the wall clock on impulse. 8PM. Of course.

"She's here," Daisy smiles, hands flapping at her sides. She combs back her hair, pauses, and repeats the action two more times.

It reminds George of the time he'd run into Brad Pitt backstage at an award show in Los Angeles. He was already famous by then, but he'd still tugged at the sleeves of his tux obsessively, hoping the jacket was sitting squarely on his shoulders, right before he'd said hello.

He walks to answer the door as Daisy places the pasta on the table. Y/N's standing in the corridor with a bottle of red in one hand.

"Ms Marina," George drawls, "Is that you, in my humble home?"

Laughing, Y/N kisses both his cheeks in greeting. George chuckles, taking the wine, and suddenly, he feels his face burning hot. "On the dot, as always."

The girl blushes. At least he's not the only one.

"Come on in," George waves her through the door. "My sister is dying to meet you." He can hear the hissed Geo! like a whip slicing through the air.

Y/N snaps her knuckles, a smile pulling up evenly on both sides, "Hello, Daisy."

A demure, cotton-soft voice replies, "Hello, gorgeous. It's so nice to meet you.”

"Likewise,” the actress beams.

Save for a few bites of pancetta, the serving plates look as though they’ve been licked clean.

"That was so, so good Daisy. The best carbonara I've ever had" Y/N compliments the cook. "Thanks for letting me try it."

"Any time" she replies, looking like a kid who's just been handed a present. George smiles at her, pouring both girls another glass of wine.

The night has gone well. Being the outgoing type, Daisy wasted no time in making Y/N  feel comfortable in her brother's home. She'd seated her next to George at the table, fussing over them both as she peppered Y/N with questions about her last two projects. She'd let slip that she'd watched every season of The Tudor's and Y/N's smile had been bashful.

"I loved Henry's work," Daisy had admitted, and George couldn't help but giggle at how quickly his sister's face coloured in bright pink.

George offers Y/N the last bit of burgundy in the bottle. When the latter declines, licking at the wine-stained seam of her mouth, he pours it for himself.

"You don't have to be so formal with me," Y/N tells Daisy, her tone already fond. George can tell she likes that. "I'm a big fan of Henry too. I had the biggest crush on him before I even met him." Her face is still a little rosy. She blushes really easily, and George likes it.

“It still feels weird. Henry is your boyfriend!”

"It's totally fine. Trust me," Y/N reassures her. "We can fangirl over him as Geralt every time you want. I don't mind."

Daisy squeals.

"Okay, enough girl talk." It isn't jealousy what makes George scoff. At least that's what he tells himself. He reaches into his pocket for cigarettes. "I'm just gonna go for a smoke, okay?"

Daisy’s pretty face pinches, "I wish you'd quit. Those things are horrible for you."

"I'll just have one," he bargains, sweet as honey. He pats his belly, crafting a compact sound. "I need it. You fed me too well, sister."

Y/N sniggers and Daisy rolls her eyes. Pointedly, she asks, "Do you smoke?"

"Sometimes," Y/N answers. “But I agree, it’s nasty.”

George watches as Y/N —the traitor—agrees with his sister, "Anyways, you should come with me so I can show you around."

"You shall," Daisy encourages.

“I don’t know,” the actress murmurs but George has already hooked his fingers behind her elbow and is half-hauling her out of her seat. "C’mon, let's go."

"Fine. Lead the way, Geo."

They take the elevator down to the pool area on the fifth floor, where smoking is permitted. George puts a cigarette in his mouth, holding his lighter in front of it, so the flame ignites it.

Y/N takes a long sigh. "Daisy is great," she says quickly. "She's so much like you."

"Thanks. I guess?" George exhales, the smoke curling in a ribbon of diaphanous white. "You’re still seeing Henry, uh?"

The other smirks. "You say that like you know it for sure."

"Alma likes gossip” George licks his lips. They taste of wine and olives.

The girl shrugs. "It’s kinda..." she answers. "It's on and off."

"Oh?" George blows a few smoke rings, rounding out his mouth and flicking his tongue to create the hole in the centre. "Mind if I ask why?"

"No particular reason," Y/N rushes the answer. "I’d rather not talk about it. Sometimes it... it just doesn’t work, ya know?”

Without thinking, George makes an offer he didn't realize was on the table. "Whenever it doesn't work," he says, "you should just hang out with me," he quickly continues, a little freaked, words rushing out, "and Daisy. Me and Daisy."

Y/N laughs, just once: its all gums and perfect pearly teeth. "Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Hardly, Mrs Prettiest Face On TV," George retorts mildly. Y/N laughs again, and George can't tell if she's sarcastic or earnest. Not that it matters. "It's just you and my sister got along really well, and I–"

"Thanks," Y/N cuts in. Her eyes are particularly feline in this light, and her voice is a degree more gentle than it was before. "I'll take you up on that."

She watches him smoke in silence for a few more minutes, the night air clouding with the filmy exhaust of his cigarette. When Y/N yawns, George stubs it out. Then he loops his arm around her waist.

Unconsciously, she leans into the touch. "It's weird," she observes, "that we didn't know each other two months ago."

"Really weird," George concedes, slightly buzzed from the wine and only half-aware that something has lifted between them. "I’m glad it's two months later."

In the days leading up to India, dinner at George's become a regular thing. Every two nights, Y/N will show up with something to add to the table: wine, desserts and beer, a floury baguette wrapped in paper or a basket of fresh fruit.

Sometimes Daisy joins them, and the conversation flows like blood through veins. At around midnight, Y/N will excuse herself to give the siblings their space but not before George extracts a promise from her to work out or watch a movie the following day. (She happens to love cinema as much as him.)

Other times, when Daisy is out with her boyfriend and the other Daisy isn't smouldering George with text messages asking him to dine with her, go to the movies with her, come to the theatre to see her, bla bla bla; George will chat idly with Y/N until the wee hours of the morning. The ice in their drinks will crackle and melt, diluting their colour, as they discuss their childhood dreams and the trajectory of their careers. They recount their upward climb in show business, the slow decline of some of their peers, and the fear that they might someday be in the same boat. They joke about their management and how both companies have long given up on damage control when it comes to their love lives.

George tells her more about caring, candid Alma, and Dean, his co-star and now best friend.

"Blake and Schofield are real-life BFF's?" George’s companion asks incredulously, "I stan so hard."

In turn, Y/N confesses him Sam Mendes is her absolute favourite director, and George promises to introduce them. She also voices about Henry, their ups and downs and the fact half of their circle of friends categorize their relationship as toxic.

"Keep that to yourself," Y/N adds after a brief lull. "I've never told anyone about it."

"They won't hear it from me," George swears, taking a gulp of watered-down Pilsen. He doesn't even tell his sister.

Dharma begins its live shoots three months after the first read-through.

Y/N and George are scheduled to film in Mumbai for four weeks. Alma informs George it's likely they will extend to six due to Greta Gerwig's infamous obsessive compulsiveness. His actors often end up filming simple scenes over and over again for days, because the director doesn't think the natural light or the colour of a couch or the feeling is quite right.

"Already cleared it with the boss," Alma shares brightly. She means the head of his management, who happens to love George, as all CEOs love their biggest star.

"Fine with me," the actor says. "I don't mind staying in Mumbai a little longer." He's worked with less pleasant directors than Greta before, and a little OCD won't take the fun out of filming with Y/N.

He's pleased to discover that the other feels the same way.

"Let's press for six weeks," Y/N says as they climb into the luxury car waiting for them at the airport. She speaks in a natural tone of voice, as though there isn't a swarm of fans screaming outside the vehicle. "I had only been here once, years ago, I lived in a small city near Mumbai called Pune for almost two months.”

"How come?"

"School stuff... I can't wait to rediscover India. Have you ever been?"

"Nope," George says, sliding off his sunglasses and running a hand through his hair. "Count me in on the exploration."

The way Y/N looks at him like he's her closest person in the world right now makes George's insides warm.

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Top 15 films of 2017

Yeah Twin Peaks: The Return was better than all of these but wygd? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15. Good Time

A pulse-pounding neon-soaked descent into hell, Good Time has a classic setup of a robbery gone wrong, but it’s the breathtaking way the Safdie brothers stage it that truly sets this story apart. A completely unrecognizable Robert Pattinson stars as Connie Nikas, a demented, strung-out criminal searching for a way to break his brother out of Riker’s Island only to be sidetracked by his own vices and incompetencies. You simply can’t take your eyes off it.

14. Okja

Every film by Bong Joon-Ho has an uncanny ability to whiz by so effortlessly and his latest creature feature is no exception. Crafting a significantly more sympathetic beast than in his earlier The Host, Okja is a classic tale of human/animal friendship in the vein of E.T.. But make no mistake, Okja is a pointed satire of the giant capitalist racket that is the meat industry. It never sacrifices the good story whilst still delivering this message however, and Okja will tug at your heartstrings as well as thrill your inner action junkie.

13. Logan

In a year full of very fine superhero films (Wonder Woman and Thor: Ragnarok come to mind) Logan easily towered over the rest. Anchored by two excellent performances by longtime Wolverine Hugh Jackman as well as Patrick Stewart as an aging Professor X, James Mangold proved a good story told well eclipses the novelty of a cinematic universe any day. It’s a stirring climax to a franchise that desperately needed an injection of pathos.

12. The Shape of Water

Guillermo del Toro has proven he’s the most versatile maker of monsters in this medium, and he returns on a smaller scale to tell this fantastic fairy tale about a webbed fish-man and the mute woman who falls in love with him. It may stick a little closer to formula than some might like, but it makes up for this with some brilliant performances from the entire cast, especially Sally Hawkins as protagonist Eliza and Richard Jenkins as her equally lonely best friend. It’s a film that only Del Toro could make and he imbues it with his signature amount of heart to make it a lovely fairy tale.

11. Personal Shopper

Personal Shopper is a not a film eager to divulge its mysteries. A dreamy, creepy exterior covers the heart of this film that’s really a gut-wrenching portrait of grief. Kristen Stewart is at her absolute best as a grieving sister moonlighting as a personal shopper for a member of the Paris elite. Her descent into paranoia and madness is both spine-tingling and mesmerizing and the ending will knock you out.

10. John Wick: Chapter Two

The original John Wick was a welcome and pulpy surprise return to form for action maestro Keanu Reeves, but its sequel goes for broke in a way that pays off in a way I doubt anyone could have expected. The action is bolder, the stakes are even higher, and Wick’s society of assassins becomes deeper and more interesting than it had any right to be.

9. Call Me By Your Name

A tender, beautiful romance set in the heart of northern Italy, Call Me By Your Name will make you long for the dog days of summer and pine for the caress of a lost love. Both Timothee Chalamet and Armie Hammer give Oscar-caliber performances as two star-crossed lovers who share one sweet summer together. The exceptional screenplay by James White makes it feel so authentic and the haunting songs by Sufjan Stevens will make sure this is not a film that will leave your soul any time soon. 

8. Phantom Thread

One of the film industry’s most unique voices, Paul Thomas Anderson seems to challenge his own ambitions with every new film he creates and Phantom Thread is no exception. Set in post-WWII London, Daniel Day-Lewis (in his alleged final performance) plays dressmaker Reynolds Woodcock who falls in love with the young ingenue Alma, played to perfection by Vicky Krieps. To get too far deep into the plot would spoil the magic, but Phantom Thread is one of Paul Thomas Anderson’s funniest, quirkiest and most elegant movies he’s made in his incredible career.

7. Get Out

To harp too long on the timeliness and sharpness of Get Out’s societal commentary may be natural, but can do a disservice to just how tightly and expertly it executes as a thriller. Yes, Jordan Peele’s script contains some of the sharpest barbs towards white society in the Trump era, but it would be just as thrilling without them. Get Out is one of the best horror films in years and the future is blindingly bright for Jordan Peele’s directing career.  

6. After The Storm

Hirokazu Kore-eda’s After the Storm is an incredibly endearing tale of an ordinary Japanese family, a relationship drama about a man trying to do right by his ex-wife, his son and his aging mother. Full of humor, incredible performances and a bittersweet melancholiness to the whole affair, this is the cinematic equivalent of a warm hug that will leave you misty-eyed. Don’t miss this one now that it’s made its way to Amazon Prime.

5. Star Wars: The Last Jedi

What better way to characterize the year that was 2017 than failed resistances, distrust in old institutions and everything going to hell in a handbasket. If being that thematically resonant was all The Last Jedi was able to accomplish, it would still be a fine movie. But Rian Johnson’s assured direction and script full of zippy and wonderful dialogue made sure The Last Jedi is of the finest entries in the entire saga.

4. Dunkirk

In many ways, Dunkirk is a film that Christopher Nolan’s entire career has been building towards. A ticking clock in three concentric circles, Dunkirk dramatizes the thrilling escape of one of the most pivotal moments of World War II by telling the story from land, sea and air. Dunkirk is much more than its narrative gimmick, however, as this is easily one of the most tense hour and forty minutes you can endure on the big screen. Its editing of each dramatic escape is simply thrilling and cinematographer Hoyte van Hoytema makes us of every inch of detail the 70mm IMAX cameras can capture. Seek out a 70mm screening before it’s too late as it may be the best theater experience out there.

3. Blade Runner 2049

Even with people as talented as Denis Villeneuve, Roger Deakins and Ryan Gosling onboard, it was going to take quite a bit of quality for this to be a worthy sequel to arguably the most seminal piece of science fiction cinema ever. And yet Blade Runner 2049 is a stunning work. Rarely is a blockbuster of this size so hypnotic, meditative and thoughtful, and rarely does a sequel come so close to eclipsing its original.

2. Baby Driver

There’s no one making movies today quite like Edgar Wright does, and Baby Driver is but the latest shining example of a master at work. Wright made a movie for all of us who drum on our steering wheel too much, stay in the car a little extra to finish a great tune of air guitar, or need an extra "HEY" to pull out our earphones. This is a symphony of action, hilarity and pure filmmaking bliss set to a delightful soundtrack with editing that is head-spinningly frantic. Frankly you won’t have more fun watching a movie than Baby Driver. 

1. Lady Bird

Coming-of-age films have a tendency to ring a little hollow if they don’t mirror your own experience or the dialogue feels even just a tiny bit off. Lady Bird avoids every single one of these pitfalls and morphs into some universal while at the same time feeling so singular. Greta Gerwig also wrote the incredible Frances Ha and simply knocks you flat with this as her directorial debut. Each character has just the right amount of quirk while also feeling so authentic in their delivery. Saoirse Ronan is simply perfect as the titular Lady Bird and equally amazing is her mother played by Laurie Metcalf. It’s an odyssey about youth and growing up that will make you both cackle with laughter and leave you misty-eyed with tears. 

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