Ava Gardner: Acqua di Parma Colonia, Fracas, Tabu, Jungle Gardenia, was photographed with Mitsouko; Reporter recalled her perfume being intoxicating, French and exotic (smells like Fracas, no?); She would also spritz perfume in a pathway leading to her room after fights with Frank Sinatra to let him know she was ready to make up.
Anouk Aimee: Guerlain Apres L’ondee
Vivien Leigh: Joy by Jean Patou (was said to stop to pick up a bottle while touring; gifted perfume by Dior.
Marilyn Monroe: Chanel N5, Joy by Jean Patou, Fracas; was said to take ice baths with drops of perfume.
Elizabeth Taylor: Femme Rochas, Bal a Versaille, Givenchy L’interdit (in honor of friend Audrey Hepburn), White Diamonds (and her other fragrances, presumably), said she liked to mix several perfumes before she came out with her own line; Colin Farrell said “Violet Eyes” smells as he remembers her smelling.
Brigitte Bardot: Jicky by Guerlain, Vent Vert by Balmain, Fracas.
Catherine Deneuve: Chanel N5, N19 and N22, Guerlain L’Heure Bleu and Chamade, Frederic Malle Iris Poudre, Carnal Flower,
Eau de Magnolia, and Lipstick Rose, Serge Lutens Fleur d’Oranger,
Un Lys, and Rose de Nuit, Annick Goutal Sables,
Francis Kurkdjian Lumiere Noire for Her (originally created for her).
Grace Kelly: Creed Fleurissimo (made for her wedding, inspired by her bouquet), Jean Patou Joy,
Claudia Cardinale: L’Air du Temps
Claudette Colbert: Vol de Nuit
Audrey Hepburn: Givenchy L’interdit (created for her), Creed Spring Flower (created for her), Guerlain Chamade, Acqua di Parma Colonia, Femme Rochas, Ivorie Balmain (original)
Gloria Swanson: Joy, Youth Dew, Narcisse Noir
Ingrid Bergman: Guerlain Mitsouko
Jane Russell: Chanel Coco
Jayne Mansfield: Lanvin My Sin, Arpege, Shiaperelli Shocking
Jean Harlow: Mitsouko by Guerlain
Joan Collins: Guerlain Shalimar and Jicky
Joan Crawford: Youth Dew, Jungle Gardenia
Lana Turner: L'air du Temps
Lauren Bacall: loved Diptyque scents, especially L'Ombre dans L'Eau
Marlene Dietrich: Fracas, Tabac Blond, Bandit, Vole du Nuit
Mary Pickford: Crepe De Chine, Joy, Patou
Olivia de Havilland: Joy
Sophia Loren: Irisia, Diva (I also read she wore Shalimar)
Natalie Wood: Jungle Gardenia by Tuvache (her favorite flowers were gardenias)
shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.
prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey
“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”
"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”
You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.
Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be.
The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.
It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.
“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”
"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”
"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.
The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”
"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”
You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.
The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.
The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.
You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”
Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”
You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.
You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.
Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.
The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”
You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.
“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”
“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.
“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.
“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”
“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”
“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.
“Yeah, right. Of course not.”
“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.
“What’s so bad about going out with me?”
“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”
“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”
His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”
He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”
“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”
“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?” “Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.
“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”
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Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.
I miss you.
received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet
flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally
filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.
not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra
preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit
Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that
tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your
perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and
loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you
refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.
took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in
clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved
for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response
for the text message.
wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided
against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled
you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly,
bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh
indentions against your palm.
moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately
set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from
the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable
fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of
trying to forget all about him.
had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.
were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful
and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving
gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew
up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the
heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.
was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was
a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his
parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a
hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie
and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.
and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably
drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.
was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had
hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk
on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he
kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms
entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used
the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.
never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in
your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.
thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent
dependency that held itself with tension.
loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the
balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.
you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to
question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down
the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried
to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly
noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch
to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my
supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”
fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.
a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There
are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after
your life post-Reggie Man—“
Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”
words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria
went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed
you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His
smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your
way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched
on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation
with Chuck Clayton.
couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing
your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your
quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.
thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled
as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves
would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs,
and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of
white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.
was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch
the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go
but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again
with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.
couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding
towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed
back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your
heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every
morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went
to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.
it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole
folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”
young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made
you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating
that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”
the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re
much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”
my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on
your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended
with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’
back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.
the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you
with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of
unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.
was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the
boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes
immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.
Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a
face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his
comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering
fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”
off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner
beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible,
though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend
stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.
other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in
impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”
it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a
circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him
before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.
showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several
scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire
beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.
the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before
Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other
boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where
Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the
other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football
team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything
on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let
out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous
slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the
cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves
as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle
estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and
Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.
is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look
on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you
couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but
trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him
was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing
to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’
tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that
could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“
I fought him, she had nothing to do
with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and
scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his
father—and you had realized that this
could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown
up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you
knew that it was your call to turn things around.
you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up
with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw
me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You
looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.
led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the
sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s
not here, of course.
that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to
his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion,
as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person
who’d heard of what happened.
memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and
your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the
ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even
be caring for anymore.
sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say.
The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“
The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget
silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the
boy you really, just really, really
loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his
façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say
in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated
you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag,
that serpent, just to forget about
you. So, fuck you.”
response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His
fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of
void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t
been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you
from the start if it was going to lead this way.”
me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.
I’ve always been protecting you. I love
you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end
up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at
him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad
caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you
because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“
time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you,
stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You
couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because
I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”
stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning
a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”
could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling
and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.
was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he
would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.
He loved you more than he loved
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