#Coucou Babe

[polaroidblog]

“Memoria polaroid” – un blog alla radio S23E12

“I can’t believe we are here”, canta il leggendario J Mascis nel suo nuovo singolo, qui in apertura di scaletta. E devo ammettere che è un sentimento che condivido. Cioè: noi, qui, veramente? Ancora a mettere musica? E sono già dodici puntate? Beh, se anche voi siete abbastanza increduli ma non ne avete avuto abbastanza, ecco una nuova ora di novità indiepop e indie rock, senza trascurare gli…

[culturefrancaise]

Je me retrouve à écouter cet album pour la première fois depuis une éternité. Ce matin, sans raison, j'avais une partie de "Stop, babe" dans la tête.

"Easy" me rappelle "Right where you left me" de Taylor Swift. Elle a aussi l'amertume de "Stressed out".

Tokio hotel c'est beaucoup, beaucoup de souvenirs. J'ai été très fan jusqu'à environ 2017. Cet album, si attendu, avait été une déception. Je n'en avais rien de foutre d'entendre à quel point Bill Kaulitz s'est drogué et planait tout le temps partout dans des soirées en Californie. Je voulais des chansons un minimum plus profondes que ça, plus sentimentales peut-être. Et puis un album de dix chansons seulement, après des années à faire poireauter les fans ? Ça sentait le poil dans la main. Ça plus leur actualité, ça montrait des gars qui n'avaient pas envie de travailler, qui comptaient pomper les économies des fans les plus loyales pour continuer à entretenir leur train de vie de luxe plutôt que de faire de la bonne musique.

En 2020 j'ai unfollow Bill pendant le premier confinement. Plus on passait de temps renfermés, plus il se montrait dénudé et prétentieux. Il m'a gonflée et j'avais pas envie de ses conneries dans ma vie.

Pourtant je reste nostalgique, et quand un nouvel album sort, j'écoute.

Et s'il y a quelque chose que je ne peux pas enlever à Bill, c'est qu'il s'en fout de ce que disent et pensent de lui les gens, il reste fidèle à lui-même. Et ça, ça m'a aidée énormément quand j'étais ado et jeune adulte. Par rapport au harcèlement scolaire, mais aussi... Bill, c'est ma première exposition à une personnalité queer (si on oublie le personnage de Thomas dans Plus belle la vie), presque dix ans avant que je ne découvre ce mot, avant que je ne me découvre queer. Quand je l'ai vu brandir fièrement notre drapeau en festival à Berlin l'été dernier, j'ai été très émue et fière de lui.

Ce qui me manque, c'est la communauté des Aliens. Il y en a sûrement plein qui sont passées à autre chose, ou qui ont maintenant pas le temps de poster sur le sujet avec leur boulot et leur famille... mais les modifications énormes apportées à Twitter n'aident pas du tout. Je ne vois plus aucun tweet d'Alien, et j'ai aussi du mal à retrouver les tweets sur l'actualité du patinage artistique. C'est le bordel.

J'ai une pensée pour Skyblog, pour les blogs d'actus qui publiaient quasi quotidiennement, pour les traductrices qui nous aidaient à comprendre les interviews, vidéos, etc. Poir celles qui ont choisi allemand LV2 et qui en ont fait quelque chose, et celles qui ont regretté parce que l'allemand c'est difficile. Pour toutes ces fanfictions qui m'ont enchantée pendant des heures et des heures et qui sont désormais perdues à jamais.

Bref, s'il y a des Aliens ici... Coucou ❤

[ddelline]

ch83—136 | a shibuya OST

what | 49 quintessentially shibuya sounding tracks from every which genre (except the overused nu-metal the fandom wants) blurb | encountered one too many threads about the forthcoming (incredible sounding) shibuya OST filled w "it’s not hard/aggressive-sounding enough to fit the arc"-discourse, which gave me a rash, bc music w/o screaming can also sound (&go) hard af. so that forced me to assemble all my finest genre finds under the category “aggressive/raw/claustrophobic/menacing sounding tracks”, ranging from electro/ebm/breaks/idm → art pop/electronica/triphop → psychedelic rock & more. tldr here it is: the result of me being Affronted By Someone’s Musical Opinion On The Internet playlist → spotify (cont updated) tracklist | under cut

1. Identified Patient — Low Kust instr

2. Tricky & Martina Topley-Bird — Hell Is Round The Corner distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight  the kill which I share with my passengers  we take our fill, take our fill, take our fill

3. COUCOU CHLOE — WIZZ high—not the first time (shh)  high—not your last time (shh)

4. Tzusing — Gait instr

5. Martina Topley-Bird — Too Tough To Die derision’s a cold wind against my skin  you keep a-flayin’ til there’s no skin at all  what’s to hold it together when you stumble  and you fall

6. Labrinth — Nate Growing Up player, player put the money on it

7. Smoke City — Devil Mood I feel in a devil of a mood being instilled by the devil  wicked hot, brings me so much pain  and pleasure I can’t keep away

8. Massive Attack — Risingson now you’re lost and you’re lethal  and now’s about the time you gotta leave all  these good people; dream on

9. Portishead — Wandering Star those who have seen the needle’s eye now tread like a husk from which all that was now has fled  and the masks that the monsters wear  to feed upon their prey

10. The Herbaliser — The Sensual Woman instr

11. Vessel — Red Sex instr

12. Björk — Hunter I’m not stopping: I’m going hunting  I’m the hunter—I’ll bring back the goods 

13. Sofa Surfers — Hardwire psychic shrapnel  the ruin in me  I don’t want no heroes  cause someday you see the wire

14. Dollkraut — Rollercoaster instr

15. Nearly God, Terry Hall & Martina Topley-Bird — Poems forget the punk, I pack the funk  I’m gonna take a piece of you

16. Tristesse Contemporaine — Daytime Nighttime I just keep crashing, living on my rations the bullets and the roses, devil and the poses  don’t know where my ghost is; don’t know where my home is  guess we never chose this

17. Tzusing — 日出東方 唯我不敗 instr

18. Björk — Army of Me you’ll meet an army of me  army of me

19. Erik Lundin — Gold my sight aims on the horizon  through my pulse  and my temperature rising

20. Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet — Ledge instr

21. Tzusing — Residual Stress instr

22. The Prodigy — Breathe breathe the pressure come play my game, I’ll test ya psychosomatic, addict, insane

23. Caterina Barbieri — Memory Leak instr

24. Radiohead — The National Anthem everyone is so near  everyone has got the fear  it’s holding on

25. UNKLE & Thom Yorke — Rabbit In Your Headlights fat bloody fingers  are suckin’ your soul  away, away, away

26. Queens of the Stone Age — “You Got A Killer Scene There, Man…” what’s the fuckin’ difference, we all gonna die  you gonna do something killer?  c’mon, give it a try

27. Paul Kalkbrenner — Gebrünn Gebrünn instr

28. Underworld — and the colour red dark charge  no, no, no dark  charge  no, no, no

29. Tricky & Martina Topley-Bird — Black Steel I’m not a fugitive on the run  but a brother like me began to be another one  public enemy servin’ time, they drew the line y’all  they criticize me for some crime 30. Justice — Genesis instr 31. Alice In Chains — Would? am I wrong? have I run too far to get home?  have I gone? and left you here alone? 32. Mother Love Bone — This Is Shangrila so don’t you die on me, babe  don’t you die on me  ‘cause love is all good people need

33. Linkin Park — Faint I can’t feel the way I did before  don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored  time won’t heal this damage anymore 

34. Labrinth — Mount Everest I burn down my house and build it up again  (tell ‘em)  I burn it down twice just for the fun of it (tell ‘em)

35. Vince Staples & Snoh Aalegra — Jump Off The Roof highway to hell and I’m speeding one way to tell if I’m breathing  on three let’s jump off the roof

36. Blawan — Body Ramen instr

37. David Holmes presents The Free Association — Le Baggage rise (rise, rise) rise above ground

38. Nearly God & Björk — Keep Your Mouth Shut better keep your mouth shut, babe  next to your chest  better keep your mouth closed, baby  and keep it close to your chest

39. The Dead Weather — 60 Feet Tall I know it ain’t easy  I must tap your evil well  boy, you come roaring like a bat out of hell

40. Giant Swan — Boasting instr

41. Screaming Trees — Shadow of the Season the hour is ending, can’t you see  there is no way now to get free  in the shadow of the season without a reason to carry on

42. Underworld — Bruce Lee bullet got the wrong bloke but he don’t die anyway  it’s nothing mortal but he don’t move

43. Amon Tobin & MC Decimal R. — Verbal instr

44. Massive Attack & Young Fathers — Voodoo In My Blood voodoo in my blood is livid  blood take, I’m chillin’, chill me  got the soul of a mimic  sign of the wars is my grinning

45. Blawan — Under Belly instr

46. Massive Attack & Roots Manuva — Dead Editors ‘cause to live or to die for  we all search for some kind of truth

47. Gonjasufi — Your Maker (Daddy G Remix) is anyone else tired from working on a spaceship?  from walking on a wire?

48. Labrinth — Gangster instr

49. Tzusing — 戴綠帽 (Wear Green Hat) instr

[boobo13cambridge]

Coucou! Would you mind writing a fluffy Kylian & fem!reader blurb? They're friends who secretly like each other and suspects the other likes them back. During a normal day of them hanging out as friends, one decides to say something & the other opens up more about their feelings. This request is heavily influenced by "Unthinkable" by Alicia Keys & "Crush" by Yuna & ft. Usher. Please listen to those songs, they're beautiful!! At the end Kylian asks her to be his gf & they kiss & become an official couple. Just pure fluff & wholesomeness. J'te remercie.

Ummm I'm absolutely in love with this idea babes!!! I will start writing this ASAP

[muckmagister]

It’s an emergency

My salivating kitty needs a dog on a leash

She walks me sometimes

When I wanna lose my mind

And I wanna lose my mind tonight

/

You, me, we could run away sometime

Do just what we like, yeah

I got an appetite

For the finer things in life, boy

Yeah, you just gotta treat me right

/

Babe, you wanna spend the night, right?

Wanna be me and be mine, right?

Gotta get high, get off life, why?

I get high for one last time, right?

/

(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)

Oh, damn (Oh, damn)

That flavour, flavour so good (Hey!)

(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)

Oh, damn (Oh, damn)

That flavour, flavour so good (Hey!)

(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)

Oh, damn (Oh, damn)

That flavour, flavour so good (Hey!)

(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)

Oh, damn (Oh, damn)

That flavour, flavour so good (Yeah!)

ok immediately into a song that i can't really describe, it's good for sure but like- kinky?? i like it, sure is something lmao

i'm far more used to Silly Music™ compared to suggestive stuff, i mean i'm liking all this stuff on spotify as i listen to it but i just don't know what else to say is all- oh uh, songs that i'd listen to more if i had a partner, so i'm not just sitting there yearning only to put on some music and end up yearning harder, i mean this is more of a sexual song than anything else but still:0

another good song, bobbing up and down again fr fr, honestly i don't have much to say, like even that big paragraph feels like it's just words and nothing substantial lmao, these are all like a specific type of song and they're good and just ough, y'know?

another song of the same flavour as the rest, it's good! i like the chorus more than each verse in this just cause i've never really been a fan rap like that idk, just doesn't tickle my brain- it's still written and impressively performed absolutely, just not so much my thing as much as some other of these songs are, but that's ok!

[k4tie75]

jade 🙂‍↕️

- coucous

Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

Omg thankyou babes lysm 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

[yorkcalling]

New Music: Coucou Babe - Lavenderbees

It’s been quite a while since we’ve shared new music from American act Coucou Babe, so Lavenderbees is very welcome here! By Jane Howkins Lavenderbees is another dream-pop song, containing a gorgeous array of dreamy melodies, set to captivate any listener. The track has a steady beat, with some gorgeous guitar melodies and synth lines present in the music, creating wonderful layers of beauty.…

[shingia]

Coucou alma,

Je ne suis aps sûre que tu l'aies fait alors alors si ce n'est pas le cas est ce que tu pourrais faire kuroo, suna et kita (ou d'autres si tu n'es pas à l'aise avec eux) qui prennent soin de leur s/o qui a ses règles? je les ai actuellement et je suis en pls 😭💀

Bisous et passe une bonne journée 🧡

✗ HQ BOYS TAKING CARE OF THEIR S/O WHEN THEY’RE ON THEIR PERIOD ✗

alors non j’ai jamais eu cette ‘request’ avant MAIS je voulais écrire qqch la dessus depuis super longtemps donc vrm merci hahahah! en plus avec ces 3 là? par-fait 🤌🏼 bonne journée aussi et surtout bon courage mdrr, je compatis 🥲

-> kuroo, suna, kita

-> cw : one mention of «  pretty girl » for suna, mentions if food

— KUROO

« oh- wait, don’t move! i got you babe » kuroo exclaimed as soon as he heard you groan in pain next to him. quickly getting out of bed, he made his way to his desk where he pulled a metallic box out of one of the drawers. he looked equally happy and proud to see that this emergency kit he had made just for you was finally coming in handy. « so : we got heating pads, snacks, some painkillers... » he started running through the contents of the box before turning around to grab one of his hoodies that he tossed at you, « did i forget anything ? i also have a stock of pads and tampons in my bathroom if you-». chuckling in spite of the pain, you cut him off gently : « it’s perfect tetsu. thank you ». his smile grew a little bit bigger as he climbed into bed next to you while you put his hoodie on. pulling you closer, his warm hands then slipped under the fabric to bring some heat on the skin of your stomach, where he started to rub tiny circles. nuzzling against his chest, a sleepy smile grew on your lips : « ok i take it back, now it’s perfect »

— SUNA

observant as he was, suna was always quick to notice the first signs of period cramps, and therefore quick to act. « alright, come here » he said as he sat you between his legs, your back against his chest. after pulling a heavy blanket over you, he stretched his arm to his right to grab his laptop that he put on your stomach very carefully. « is it too heavy ? » he asked, only opening it after you had shaken your head no. you obviously knew he had your favorite movies memorized, but you didn’t know that he had, in fact, downloaded all of them in a folder dedicated to you on his desktop. « choice is yours, pretty girl », he told you, crossing one arm over your chest to keep you as close to him as possible while turning the lights off with his free hand. and after about fifteen minutes, he felt your muscles relax on top of him and placed a satisfied kiss on your temple, glad to see that the heat of his laptop was starting to calm your cramps, just as planned.

— KITA

« so ya don’t... think it’s weird ? » kita asked you, nervous about the way he had just admitted that he had downloaded an app that kept track of your cycle, « i just wanted to be prepared ». he adjusted the covers over you, one hand still holding the heating pad on your stomach. « it’s not weird, shin. i’m glad to know that you care », you reassured him, placing your hand over his that was already burning hot. but before you could say anything, he started to slowly make his way out of bed : « i’m gonna go make some tea », he told you, but was interrupted by your hand clasping his t-shirt. surprised, he quirked an eyebrow before insisting : « it’ll be good for your cramps ». but you refused to let go, and even began to pull him back towards you : « honey, i appreciate the thought but... right now i need you more than i need tea ». both his eyebrows were raised now, and his cheeks took a light pink tint as he made himself comfortable under the covers. « better ? » he asked, his large arms pulling you in a hug that was tight enough for the heating pad to stay in place on its own.

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[falcqns]

Cherry

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You get a guest role on The Witcher, and Henry makes it clear he wants you back.

Warnings: angst, insinuates smut, fluff

A/N: I’ve decided I want to do a Harry Styles theme/collection! Each of these will be based off of one of Harry’s songs (Harry only, no one direction sadly lol). Hope you enjoy!

Don't you call him baby We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me

You kept your head down as you walked into the makeup trailer. You knew Henry’s eyes were on you, but you didn't want to meet his eyes yet.

You two had broken up two years previous, and it had been rough on the both of you. You tried to remain friends, but it ended up being too painful, and cut all ties. 

You had tried to move on, and so did he, or so you thought. 

You had moved on rather spectacularly, to Tom Cruise.

The two of you had met when you were cast in Mission Impossible, and played Nyah Nordoff Hall’s daughter. You two had hit it off, and despite the age gap, you started dating.

Unbeknownst to Henry, however, the relationship ended a few weeks previous, due to his involvement in Scientology. 

You sat down in the makeup chair, and immediately unlocked your phone. 

You two were the only ones in there, and you weren't up to making small talk, so you began messaging your best friend. 

You noticed how out of your eye that Henry would glare at your phone whenever it would vibrate, but you ignored him.

I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best I'm selfish so I'm hating it I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress Take it as a compliment

Henry knew it was foolish to think that you’d be single.

He wasn't blind, he went on social media, he looked at the news. He knew that you were in a relationship with Tom Cruise.

As much as he wanted to hate Tom, he couldn't. You and him had broken up, you were single. He had no claim over you.

But, that didn't mean he had to be okay with it.

Every time your phone would vibrate, it was like an icy knife right to the heart. He didn't want to say anything, so he resorted to glaring at your phone in anger.

Don't you call him baby We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me

A few hours later, the two of you were on set. You were chatting with Anya and Freya, while Henry watched you.

“Henry is staring at you,” Anya said, wiggling her eye brows suggestively. 

You chuckled. “He’s been doing that all morning, and I don’t know why.” 

Freya rolled her eyes at you. “He still likes you,” 

You scoffed. “Theres no way,” You replied as you made your way over to the table filled with water bottles.

Anya laughed. “You should have seen him when you and Tom went public.” 

Your eyebrows scrunched. “What happened?”

Freya glanced at Henry once more before explaining. 

“The second he found out, he broke down into tears. Like not just a little bit, like a full blown meltdown.”  You glanced at him once more, and he averted his gaze.

“Wow. I thought hated me.”

Anya looked at you. “Babe, he’s still in love with you.”

I, I just miss I just miss your accent and your friends Did you know I still talk to them? Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?

You were going over lines in your trailer when Henry came in.

“H-Hey,” You stuttered. 

He grunted in response. 

“What are you doing here, Henry?”

He sighed. “I-I miss you. And I know that you're with Tom and all, and I have no claim over you, but I miss you so fucking much. I’m sorry,” He said, tears streaming down his face, before he hugged you.

He pulled away and rushed out of your trailer.

Don't you call him baby We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me

You entered his trailer and found him with his head in his hands, sitting on his bed. You heard him sniffle every once in a while, his Geralt hair falling around his hands.

“I’m not with Tom anymore Henry,” You said. His head shot up from his hands. Your heart broke when you saw the hurt in his eyes. 

“W-What?” He said, as he watched you walk towards him. 

You sat next to him, and took one of his hands in yours.

“We broke up a few weeks ago,” You whispered. “H-He wanted me to join Scientology, and I didn’t want to. We were told that we would have to break up, so we did.” Henry flipped his palm over, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“C-Can I have you back?” He asked, in an emotion filled voice. “I understand if you don't want to,” 

You looked up at him and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. 

“Of course. I’m all yours.” 

He smiled widely, and pulled you into his arms.

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you, baby,” He moaned in your ear. You nodded, and allowed him to pull you back against the bed.

Coucou, tu dors? Oh, j'suis désolée Bah non Nan, c'est pas marrant Ouais, t'es à la plage et maintenant... Parfait, allez...

[musicalhitchhiker]

2020 Yılında Yayınlanan Indie, Alternatif ve Psychedelic Müzik Örnekleri - 2. Kısım 2. Bölüm Şarkı Listesi (Ekim-Aralık 2020)

Karen O & Willie Nelson – Under Pressure (Queen & David Bowie Cover), Kevin Morby – US Mail, Khruangbin – Summer Madness (Kool & The Gang Cover), Cass McCombs – Don’t (Just) Vote (Feat. Angel Olsen, Bob Weir, And Noam Chomsky), This Is The Kit – Was Magician, Andrew Bird - Christmas In April, The Weather Station – Robber, Local Natives – Lemon (Feat. Sharon Van Etten), Quarter-Life Crisis – Waterfall (Feat. Hovvdy’s Charlie Martin), Routine - Cady Road, Benny Sings – Rolled Up (Feat. Mac DeMarco), EELS – Anything For Boo, Sharon Van Etten – Let Go, Edith Frost – Little Sign, Bright Eyes – Miracle Of Life (Feat. Phoebe Bridgers), HAERTS – For The Sky (Feat. Grizzly Bear’s Ed Droste), Flyte - I've Got A Girl, Badge Époque Ensemble – Unity (It’s Up To You (Feat. James Baley), OHMME – Miasma, Elvis Costello – Newspaper Pane, Woods - Midnight Moment, Frànçois & The Atlas Mountains – Coucou, Jeff Tweedy – Gwendolyn, Crowded House - Whatever You Want, Small Black – Tampa, Helena Deland – Pale, Tori Handsley - What's In A Tune, Goat Girl – Sad Cowboy, Jake Bugg - All I Need, Maxband – Cut It Loose, Pynch – The Whole World’s Going Crazy (For Love), Mdou Moctar – Chismiten, Fuzz – Spit, King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – Automation, Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - Tally-Ho, Osees – Weird And Wasted Connection, Nilüfer Yanya – Crash, The Kills – Raise Me (Demo), Bleached – Stupid Boys, Wild Pink – The Shining But Tropical, RINSE – Back Into Your Arms (Feat. Hatchie), Alfie Templeman - Forever Isn't Long Enough, Duo - Don’t Judge, Jesse Kivel – Northside, Todd Rundgren & Rivers Cuomo - Down With The Ship, Portugal. The Man – Who’s Gonna Stop Me (Feat. “Weird Al” Yankovic), Myd – Moving Men (Feat. Mac DeMarco), Stranded – Post-Meridian, Working Men's Club – Valleys, Liam Gallagher – All You’re Dreaming Of, Phoebe Bridgers – If We Make It Through December (Merle Haggard Cover), Matt Sweeney & Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy – Make Worry For Me, Fake Laugh & Tarquin - Meaningless Things, The Antlers – It Is What It Is, Teenage Fanclub – Home, Balthazar - You Won't Come Around, Babe Rainbow – Zeitgeist, Peter Bjorn And John – Season Of Defiance, Melin Melyn – Rebecca, Hey Elbow - Don't Speak (No Doubt Cover), Steady Holiday – Tangerine, Cloud Nothings – The Spirit Of, Wolfgang Van Halen (Mammoth WVH) – Distance, The Smashing Pumpkins – Ramona, Shame – Water In The Well, Yard Act – Peanuts, Speed Stick – Knots (Feat. Kelley Deal), Population II – Introspection, Mogwai – Dry Fantasy, Foo Fighters – Shame Shame, TV People – String, Kimono Drag Queens – Hunters, Oscar Lang - Antidote To Being Bored, The Notwist – Where You Find Me, Stranded – Cherry Fortune, Arab Strap – Compersion Pt. 1, Nation Of Language – A Different Kind Of Life, Kiwi Jr. – Cooler Returns, Wolf & Moon - While We Ride, Baio – What Do You Say When I’m Not There?, Alfie Templeman – Shady, KOKOROKO - Baba Ayoola, The Jungle Giants - In Her Eyes, Muzz - Fade Into You (Mazzy Star Cover), Anna Burch – Your Heart May Be Heavy, Sun June – Bad Girl, Babe Rainbow - The Wind, Cory Hanson – Paper Fog, Bill Callahan & Bonnie “Prince” Billy – I Love You (Jerry Jeff Walker Cover) (Feat. David Pajo), Another Sky - Sun Seeker, The Besnard Lakes – Feuds With Guns, Moontype – Ferry, Night Beats - That's All You Got (feat. Robert Levon Been), U.S. Girls – Santa Stay Home, Steve Earle – Champagne Corolla (Justin Townes Earle Cover), The Native – Frontline, Blanketman – Harold, Lande Hekt – December, Why Don’t We - Slow Down, Cherry Glazerr – Rabbit Hole, King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – If Not Now, Then When?, Goat Girl – The Crack, Another Michael – I Know You’re Wrong, Lost Horizons – Every Beat That Passed (Feat. Kavi Kwai), Ringo Starr - Here’s To The Nights, The Chills – You’re Immortal, The Voidz – Alien Crime Lord, Elvis Costello & Iggy Pop – No Flag (En Français)

[camillemontespan]

friend date [AU. one shot. drake walker x camille montespan]

@moonlightgem7​ @ibldw-main​ @emichelle​ @katedrakeohd​ @loveellamae​ @jovialyouthmusic​ @burnsoslow​ @saivilo​ @gardeningourmet​ @walkerswhiskeygirl​ @mskaneko​ @dcbbw​  @rainbowsinthestorm​ @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore​ @pug-bitch​ @flowerpowell​

I was inspired after seeing Sarah Michelle Gellar (Buffy) post a wedding anniversary tribute on her instagram which said that she had been friends with her husband, Freddie Prinze Jr, and they were meant to meet a mutual friend for dinner. The friend bailed but Sarah and Freddie didn’t. 20 years later, they’re married with kids. It was so sweet and pure and I instantly had an idea for this one shot!

ALSO, Le CouCou is a real restaurant in New York. It looks amazing. The menu, not so much. All prices and dishes are real. Is it sad I googled it? Yes. Do I care? No!

************************************************************************************* 

Sorry, D. Got to bail tonight. Give my apologies to Camille, we can catch up soon. 

Drake swallowed, staring down at the phone in his hand and the text message Liam had just sent him. It wasn’t like Liam to cancel. Liam always kept plans. Liam was reliable. 

‘You alright?’ Leo asked, chowing down on noodles as he spoke. He was leaning against the kitchen counter in Drake’s apartment, helping himself to Drake’s food and beer.  ‘You look like you’ve had the worst news ever.’

Drake shrugged. ‘Well, not really but kinda..’

Leo looked over Drake’s shoulder at the text. ‘Huh, not like my brother to cancel. What’s the problem? You still get to hang with Cammy.’

‘That’s the problem,’ Drake sighed. 

Leo raised an eyebrow. ‘Okay… not understanding this, dude. Camille’s a babe. She’s fun. She’s also your friend. I mean, I know you guys have this underlying sexual tension-’

‘Liam likes her,’ Drake interrupted. ‘That’s why it’s an issue.’

‘So? Liam doesn’t own Camille,’ Leo replied, not unreasonably. ‘She’s single. You’re single.’

‘I thought brothers were meant to be loyal,’ Drake said dryly. 

‘I am,’ Leo said, shrugging. ‘But it’s been ages since you’ve been laid so excuse me for looking out for my buddy.’

‘I’m not gonna sleep with her,’ Drake hissed. ‘We’re.. Friends. Ish.’

Drake and Camille were friendly, yes, but not close. They rarely saw each other due to living on opposite sides of the city, their working hours and different interests. Camille was friends with Olivia - Leo’s girlfriend- so the four of them had hung out occasionally. Olivia teased that it was like a double date, which Drake swiftly denied. 

He did find Camille really attractive though. He liked her laugh and the way her mouth quirked up at the corners so it looked like she was always smiling. She was friendly and interested in what he had to say, but Drake always let himself down by trying to keep her at arms length. 

Liam liked Camille, see. Not that he had done anything about it - he was always busy working so didn’t have much free time. But whenever they saw Camille, Liam would tell Drake how much he liked her and was absolutely going to ask her out. 

Drake figured that if Camille was given the option between him and Liam, she would go for his friend. That was how it always played out. If the two men liked the same girl, Drake would step back. 

He just didn’t think he could compete with Liam’s classic good looks, high flying job as a Wall Street broker, his penchant for treating women to dates in fancy restaurants and his sleek penthouse apartment.  Drake was more rugged, sure, but he worked as a bartender in Williamsburg, existed on noodles and pasta, took women to dive bars for dates (that never went down well) and lived in a studio apartment that had a damp problem.  

‘I’ll cancel on her,’ Drake decided. 

Leo paused in eating the noodles to give Drake an unamused stare. ‘Why?’

‘Well, it’ll just be us,’ Drake said, ‘and it’s in a fancy restaurant because of course, Liam booked it, so if it’s the two of us it’ll be like a date-’

‘And?’

‘And it’s not a date!’ Drake burst out. ‘It’ll be awkward. We’ve never hung out just us before. What do we talk about?’

‘Her job, your job-’

‘Yes, I’m sure she’ll be impressed by the stock of whiskey,’ Drake interrupted. ‘God, I’m gonna cancel-’

Leo grabbed his phone and hit Drake gently on the head with it. ‘No!’ he scolded. ‘That’ll be rude. She’ll know something’s up. Look, just bite the bullet. Meet her at the fancy restaurant, impress her with your knowledge of whiskey, be interested in what she has to say. It can be a quick meal and if you’re really suffering, then make an exit right after. But don’t bail because she’ll know you don’t want to hang with her. Don’t be a dick. Do you want to be a dick, Drake? Did your mom raise you to be a dick to beautiful women?’

Drake blinked. ‘What the fuck has Olivia done to you?’

Leo reddened. ‘She’s shown me the error of my previous womanising ways. But that’s beside the point! Go to dinner tonight.’

Drake sighed. ‘Fine. I’ll go. Whatever.’

Leo rolled his eyes and said through a mouthful of noodle, ‘Don’t act like it’s your bloody execution, Walker..’

‘Don’t act like you’re bloody British, Rhys,’ Drake shot back. ‘Now give me my phone back.’

*************************************************************************************

Drake agonised over what to wear to the fancy restaurant. Knowing Liam, it would be starched white table cloths, French waiters, views over New York and a wine list Drake couldn’t pronounce. 

He eventually settled on a brown leather jacket, green henley shirt, dark blue jeans and brown boots. Suits were not his thing, but this outfit was much more acceptable than his usual denim shirt and jeans combination. He looked smart like this; like he had made an effort but not too much. 

Camille had texted him to say she would be at the restaurant for 8pm. They were both on. This was not a date, this was just two sort of friends hanging out at a fancy restaurant. 

Drake took the subway to Lafayette Street where the restaurant, Le CouCou, was located. Just from the name alone, Drake knew he was in for a French affair. Fantastic. He hated French cuisine but he remembered Liam saying he had booked the table weeks in advance because it was a popular restaurant, so a change of location wasn’t on the cards.

He entered the restaurant. The walls were of exposed brick, chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the tables were covered in white cloth. Drake pushed down the fish out water feeling he was experiencing and puffed his chest out, trying to look confident. 

‘Hey there,’ he greeted the host. ‘We had a table booked under the name of Liam Rhys, but he cancelled so it’s just the two of us.’

The host smiled. ‘Your friend arrived a moment ago, please follow me.’

Drake followed her through the restaurant towards the back where he could see Camille sitting at a round table by the window. She stood up to greet him, reaching out to give him a hug. 

Her hair smelled of coconut, which was delicious and enticing and distracting at the same time.

‘I was so sure you’d bail on me!’ Camille said, giving him her megawatt smile. ‘Honestly, I’m surprised you’re here.’

Drake sat down and blushed. ‘Nah, Montespan. I’m a gent. Never leave a lady hanging.’

Bullshit.

Camille looked down at her menu. ‘So, looking at these prices.. It would be cheaper to order a bottle of something.’

‘Sure,’ Drake agreed. ‘Champagne?’

He didn’t like champagne but he knew that women did. 

Camille reddened. ‘I actually don’t like champagne.. I know, I’m so not classy.’

Drake let out a laugh. ‘Same actually. I only suggested it in case you liked it, plus this place looks like champagne is all it serves..’

Camille bit her lip, her eyes scanning the menu. ‘Wine?’ she suggested. 

‘Sounds good. What do you like?’

‘Sauvignon Blanc.’

‘Chile or New Zealand?’

Camille blinked at his question. ‘Uh, New Zealand.’

Drake grinned. ‘Expensive taste, Montespan.’

Camille giggled. ‘How do you know about the countries?’

‘Well, I do work in bar..’

Camille grinned. ‘Of course! Amazing, you can be my drink guide this evening! Shall we order wine then?’

‘Let’s do it,’ Drake said. ‘Let’s be not classy in this classy place.’

***********************************************************************************

With wine ordered, they studied the food menu - studying being the loose term for it. Unable to read it was more apt.

‘What the fuck is Lotte au jambon, potee de chou et fruits de mer..?’ Drake asked in haltingly slow French.

Camille frowned and looked through the menu. ‘Ah, here’s the English translation! Um, monkfish roasted with-’

‘Nope,’ Drake interrupted. ‘Where’s the steak? There has to be steak here.’

Camille looked down the menu before her eyes lit up. ‘Found steak!’

She pointed to the dish. Drake paled. ‘Camille, it’s $65.’

Camille’s eyes widened. ‘Ah shit.. Okay, scrap that.. Um.. it’s pretty expensive here. We’ll be paying $29 minimum and that applies to the oyster starter..’

Drake groaned. ‘Oysters, really?’

‘They are said to be an aphrodisiac..’ Camille teased. 

Drake blanched at her words. ‘Uh.. uh, yeah they are..’

Camille let out a throaty laugh, the laugh he liked. It was a laugh she used whenever something seemed to really tickle her and it made you feel special for making her laugh that way. ‘I’m kidding, Drake,’ she said. ‘Look, we’re here. Let’s just order something and grin and bear it. Who cares about the price? We’ll just have Liam refund us. This place was his idea, after all.’

Drake grinned. ‘Liam can reimburse us! Awesome, so shall we order the most expensive dishes and laugh when he is presented with the bill?’

Camille shrugged. ‘He does work on Wall Street, I’m sure this amount of money is peanuts for him.’

Drake raised his wine glass. ‘To Liam, for funding our dinner.’

Camille laughed again, her eyes sparkling. She raised her glass and clinked it against his. ‘To Liam.’

**************************************************************************************

They both settled on the chicken and foie gras. The wine was going down a treat and conversation was easy. Drake couldn’t believe had considered cancelling. They got on really well! There were no awkward silences and Drake found he could open up to her easily about things he never spoke about, like his father.

‘My dad passed away when I was fourteen,’ he told Camille, pouring her another glass of wine. ‘He worked as security guard for a bank - he was involved in a robbery and was shot.’

Camille studied him with her chin placed on her hand. Her eyebrows were knitted together in concern. ‘I’m sorry, Drake,’ she murmured. ‘That’s really sad.’

‘He died an honourable death,’ Drake replied. ‘He made sure all the customers were out of harms way. My mom was in pieces, as was my sister.. So I became the man of the house.’

‘That must have been hard for you,’ Camille said. Drake’s eyes locked with hers. He could see the gold flecks amongst the brown; owl eyes. They were gorgeous.

‘It was,’ Drake said, finally, after a long moment. ‘Sorry for bringing the chat down.. I just.. I’ve never really talked about my dad to people before. Not even Liam.’

‘How come?’ Camille asked, reaching out to take his hand. Her thumb rolled over his palm, soothing and gentle. Drake looked down at their joined hands and swallowed. 

‘I guess I don’t like to be vulnerable,’ he muttered. 

‘Sometimes it’s good to be vulnerable,’ Camille told him. ‘It’s healthy to talk about feelings, share the weight of them. When my parents died, I retreated into myself and my grandma worked so hard to bring me back to life-’

‘Your parents died?’ Drake asked, his eyes widening in shock. ‘Shit, Camille. That sucks.’

Camille smiled weakly. ‘Life has dealt me shitty cards,’ she replied. ‘But what matters is how you deal with it. You can either let it break you down or you keep going. Talking when you’re feeling broken makes you stronger’

There was an unspoken understanding between them. Their eyes were steady on each other and Drake wanted to say so much more but he couldn’t find the words. How had she managed to break down this wall he had built? Camille tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. ‘So, shall we get the bill and head somewhere else?’

Drake smiled. ‘I know we’re not keen on this place but I did see that there’s a bar upstairs.. Fancy it?’

Camille grinned. ‘Lead the way.’

*******************************************************************

Drake ordered two glasses of whiskey. They sat at the bar under the chandeliers that cast a golden glow down on them; Camille simply shone. She had chosen to wear a tuxedo dress with pearl buttons and silver strappy heels; it was a date night outfit. Drake was now pretending they were on a date, while Camille was oblivious to his sudden change of heart.

I really like this woman. I already did but she’s so different to how I imagined. She’s kind and funny and warm. I could talk to her all day. 

As Drake toasted Liam yet again, Camille smiled and studied him. He was rugged, just her type. He was easygoing and funny with a dry sense of humour. He was also surprising. 

I really like this guy. He is different to how I imagined. He’s thoughtful and kind and genuine. I could listen to him all day. 

The conversation became silly, with  Camille asking Drake absurd questions and laughing at his answers. It soon turned to Never Have I Ever and Drake ordered more whiskey. 

‘Never Have I Ever… gone skinny dipping,’ Drake suggested. Camille blushed and reached for her drink, taking a long sip.  Drake let out a hearty laugh. 

‘Montespan, you minx!’

‘I was eighteen and drunk, okay?!’ she protested, laughing back.  When they calmed down, Camille considered her question for Drake.

‘Never have I ever.. Cheated on someone.’

Drake didn’t drink. Camille grinned. ‘You’re a nice guy.’

‘I am indeed,’ Drake said, giving her a smirk. ‘Clean record. Now, Leo on the other hand…’

Camille let out a groan. ‘Oh god, Leo. He is something else.’

‘Hard to imagine he and Liam are related,’ Drake said. ‘They’re both so different.’

‘Yeah.. Leo’s wild, Liam’s boring-’

‘What?!’ Drake cried. ‘Liam’s boring?!’

Camille turned red. ‘Don’t tell him I said that!’ she said. ‘Oh god, I feel so bad!’

‘Harsh words, Camille,’ Drake warned, shaking his head. ‘Harsh words.’

Secretly, he was pleased. Liam had no chance.

‘So you wouldn’t date him?’ he asked, sipping his whiskey. Camille shook her head. ‘No way. He likes.. Fancy restaurants like this. I like bars. I know we’re still in the same restaurant, but right now, this, Drake, is the highlight of my night.’ 

Drake could feel the heat rising on his cheeks. Camille gave him an earnest smile and tossed back her whiskey before checking the time. 

‘Shoot, I’m up early tomorrow,’ she said. ‘Help me find a cab?’

Drake said yes and paid their bill. He helped Camille put on her coat, letting his fingers brush hers. She smiled secretly.

**************************************************************************************

Drake hailed her a taxi. When it pulled up to them, Camille turned to say goodbye. 

‘It was really nice seeing you,’ she told him. ‘Thanks for not bailing on me. I know you were tempted.’

Drake stepped back at her words. ‘Montespan, no-’

‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘But I’m glad you still came along.’

She leaned up to hug him. Drake’s arms enveloped her body, holding her close. As they parted, her eyes looked up into his and before Drake could react, her lips were on his. The kiss was soft and warm; she tasted of whiskey and caramel. Drake groaned against her mouth and parted her lips with his tongue.

Whiskey, caramel, burnt sugar. 

That was what the kiss tasted like. 

Their tongues twisted together, urgently now. They were trapped in those moment, the bright lights of the city fading around them, their senses only on each other. When they pulled away, Camille’s eyes were dark. 

‘Come home with me,’ she murmured. 

‘Aren’t you up early tomorrow?’ Drake asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘But I don’t care.’

***********************************************************

The next morning, Drake woke up in a tangle of bedsheets. Camille’s nude body lay curled up beside him as she slept soundly. She looked so peaceful. 

Drake smiled. 

His phone buzzed. Checking the screen, he could see it was 7am. Liam had texted.

So… how’d it go last night?

Drake frowned. Good, he typed. She’s fun.

Liam replied instantly. 

I’m glad you had a good time. Thought you would. Leo and I are of the opinion that you need to get laid. 

Drake bolted up. His fingers worked quickly on the keyboard, his mind full of questions. 

But you like Camille?

Liam texted back, clearly enjoying this exchange.

Yeah but you clearly like her more. I just needed you to be pushed together.  I’m fine; I’ve got a date tomorrow night.

Drake grinned, relieved. He had been wondering how to explain his current bed situation. Now, it looked like he didn’t have to. Camille rolled over and sighed as she slept. Her hands reached out for him, as if she knew he was there. Drake settled back down and pulled her against him, holding her close. 

‘Morning, Drake..’ she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. 

‘Morning, Camille.’ 

‘This is nice,’ she mumbled. 

‘I know, right?’

‘I need to get up though..’

Drake chuckled against her hair. ‘I’m not stopping you.’

‘But you’re warm and comfy..’

‘Guilty as charged.’

Camille giggled, turning to face him. ‘Want to join me in the shower?’

Drake smiled, watching as she dragged herself out of bed. He watched her naked form as she padded through to the en-suite. He felt his cock harden. 

Drake would definitely be joining her in the shower. 

[marigoldvance]

Marigold Vance

... And Those 2020 Vibes:

coucou cocopuffs!

first, i hope you’re all doing well despite the shitstorm that’s raging *hugs tightly* please remember that if you’re feeling itchy under the skin, if your brain is taking this opportunity to be a dick, if you’re scared or anxious or panicking: there is help, please don’t hesitate to seek it!

*offers tea and biscuits* 

👏 right! so! the world is canceled and we all have to live like introverts now. much LOL. a large part of me wishes i’d taken more advantage of March since, due to all offices being closed and employees working from home, i have very limited access to the computer. which (sorry fam) means i haven’t been able to write in *wince* a month? omg, yeah, a month 😳

some good news? my body is getting back to normal thus my energy levels are up. i have definitely been experiencing a lot of anxiety over COVID-19 which has taken its toll but otherwise, i’m feeling those creative vibes again. unfortunately, those vibes have also come with some eye-opening reveals: 

ANCHOR will not be continued. 

it was never meant to be. it wrote itself and that’s how it wanted to be. i have agonized over continuing it since it was suggested and ... yeah. Anders has no interest in making an appearance, even as a cameo. Mitchell is neither here nor there. there are parts written. perhaps, one day, Anders will decide he wants his perspective to be seen but ... *shrugs helplessly* it was always meant to be as it is. i can’t force it without making it sound stilted and that isn’t fair to the babes. they deserve the best i can give, and so do you guys!

the other multi-chapters will be updated. starting, most likely, with the MarkHawk since it just needs to be edited. 

beyond that, new content will still be slow. i’ll be sharing some of the unfinished works that i started during WinterFRE2020 - things that i’m unlikely to finish but that’s writing or plot i appreciate 😊😊 i do have some new ideas but the words aren’t quite ready - still a little doughy, they need more time to bake. 

loves of my life, seriously, y’all are the most amazing group of people to grace the internet. i am so lucky to have fallen into this community because the support and love and positivity felt here has lifted me up countless times when i needed it most!! thank you to my readers for being patient and understanding as i take my sweet-ass time getting back to sorts :D *sprinkles all my love*

still, i apologize for my continued static: if you’ve left a review, i swear I WILL REPLY!! if you’ve sent me a message, I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, I WILL GET BACK TO YOU!! my social energy comes and goes inconsistently these days 😞 please know that i appreciate and adore all of you! *many glomps*

remember lovedoves: stay inside, wash your hands and use this time to get creative!! or clean ... there’s ... we’ve been cleaning out my headspace. the lads found things ... that’s - that’s for another update. 

🤗🤗

xx

[themaskedwriter]

Electricity

A title - Electricity

A pairing - CEO!Thor x PA!Reader, Loki

Great - a crush on the boss. This couldn’t possibly end terribly… could it?

Accurate warnings - fluff. Fluffy, fluff, fluff.

A word count - 3k

CLUES 

The MCU actor who portrays Thor hails from the same homeland as the writer.

Song title inspo is big for this writer (and the title for this fic blew her mind as it was the very last song she downloaded)

This writer is writing Thor for the first time, but is more synonymous for Sebastian Stan’s characters and the occasional RPF. 

“Good morning, Mr Laufeyson,” you smiled from behind your desk as your boss’ brother wandered into the office, his usual Cheshire cat grin on his pale face, dark hair pushed away from his icy blue eyes and fair features with a consistent overuse of hair gel.

“Good morning, my dear,” he replied. “Is my idiot brother around?”

You scoffed a laugh, always humoured by the cheeky affection the brothers showed each other (and depending on the day, the genuine, extreme loathing). “He’s just on a conference call with Dr Selvig in London, he won’t be much longer I wouldn’t expect,” you informed him as Loki stepped away from your desk. “Can I get you a beverage?”

“No, no. No fuss required,” he insisted, letting his long, lean frame fall into one of the leather couches, hitching his heel on the coffee table before him and picking up an investment magazine, allowing you to get back to your work before you – getting a dinner reservation for your boss and newest conquest – you mean, date. His date. Argh.

Just then, Mr Odinson’s office door burst open and appeared the mammoth business giant, hands splayed on hips and playful smile on his lips. “Good afternoon, brother. Working hard or hardly working today?”

“The latter, of course,” Loki replied. “Selvig?”

“He’s doing some amazing work, one day you’ll appreciate his work on Convergence.”

“I was more impressed with his bare bottom proudly on display at Stonehenge,” Loki snipped, standing to his full height, almost of that of your boss who was as wide as he was tall – and by wide, you meant built like a brick outhouse, with crystal blue eyes, cropped blonde hair and muscles that seemed boundless one on top of the next. His suits straining over his shoulders and relieved at his waist. SPEND LESS TIME STARING AT HIM, you screamed to yourself. “That was some quality footage,” he chuckled as Thor bit back his own smile.

“Agreed, he lost his mind for a while there. But what do I owe the pleasure? Surely it’s not 5 o’clock somewhere already?”

“It well and truly is, brother. And if I remember correctly, ‘tis also your shout.”

“’Tis always my shout,” Thor muttered, rolling his eyes. “But I have plans tonight, I can’t be late,” Thor gave you a side-eye. “How are those dinner reservations going, by the way?”

“Right on that, boss,” you replied. “I’ve just confirmed with Le Coucou for 9pm. The driver will pick up Miss Carter on the way through, around 8:45pm. I’ve just emailed you the details, sir,” you reported, quickly hitting the ‘send’ button on the email and prying your eyes away from Mr Odinson, who was distracted unrolling his shirt sleeves, re-buttoning them and reaching for his jacket to slide over his shoulders.

“And what about you, darling? Can we interest you in a drink also?” Loki pondered.

Blushing, you replied, “I actually have a date,” you mumbled, shyly, dropping your eyes to the keyboard.

“A date?” Mr Odinson smiled. “With who? Do we know him?”

Turning a deeper shade of crimson, you were almost embarrassed with your answer. “It’s a blind date. My friend set us up. He’s in the army apparently.”

“An Army man,” Mr Odinson baulked slightly, checking his phone before he looked up with a wide, forced smile. “Sounds wonderful.”

Dejected, you tried to hide your disappointment at your boss’ reaction and went back to the work before you. Your date wasn’t until 8pm and you still had plenty to tie up before then as the brothers said goodnight to you and not to stay back too late.

—

Repeating the name the booking that your date had been booked under, you were both anxious and excited. You were a couple of minutes early but that was by your own admission – you needed a drink to ease your nerves before your mystery date arrived.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. There was a note left against this cancellation – Captain Rogers has been called off on an assignment and sends his regrets.”

Mortified, that was all you could think as you nodded, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Well, thank you,” you shrugged, not hurt but a little annoyed you found out you’d been stood up by the fucking maître d.

“May I get you a drink on the house?” the maître d asked, obviously feeling for you. “A nice Bordeaux red or a cocktail?” he continued, ushering you towards the dimly lit bar on the other side of the restaurant.

“It’s okay, I can pay,” you told him as he guided you to a stool at the bar.

“No, ma’am. It’s on me,” he motioned for the bartender to come over and instructed, “Whatever the lady wants, please, Jarvis.”

“Yes, sir,” Jarvis replied. “What will it be this evening, ma’am?”

“Just a glass of the house wine,” you answered, taking your phone from your handbag and trying to make yourself look less pathetic as you sat alone, stood up and only feeling marginally worse than usual.

Finding Natasha’s phone number and sending her a gentle text (scathing is what you truly wanted to send but thought better of it), you let her know that Captain Rogers had been called away and you were alone on a Friday night in New York City.

Natasha: Shit. Sorry, babe. Did you lose that reservation? I can come meet you! Clint is rolling around on the floor with the new rescue dog. I don’t stand a chance tonight.

You: No, it’s fine. I’ll just have a glass of wine and order some take out on the way home.

Putting your phone away as the glass of wine was placed before you, you thanked Jarvis and took a welcome sip. Shit, that was good. If this was the house wine, you were being spoiled.

“Any good?” a familiar voice asked you as a shadow kind of formed overhead. Looking up and spotting Mr Odinson was just adding insult to injury. This wasn’t where his date was. He took a seat with a genuine, friendly smile. “Hello, hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Of course not, sir,” you gave him a small smile.

“Where’s your date?” he asked the obvious question first, his blue eyes dancing as he ordered himself ale.

“Oh, he’s conveniently skipped the country on a mission of some sort,” you shrugged, the sting of it all starting to fade. “That’s a true first.”

“Well, he misses out,” he told you as Jarvis put his drink on the bar before him. Mr Odinson raised his glass as did you. “To Friday night’s with the boss.” You laughed as your glass joined his and he smiled again. “Are you going to stay or head out?”

“I will head home after this. It’s been a big week – shouldn’t you be thinking about Le Coucou?”

He shook his head. “No, believe it or not, I am a little too tired. My brother chewed my ear off about some family drama with our half-sister and frankly, I can’t be bothered dealing with some blonde Instagramming every aspect of our night instead of trying to enjoy it.”

“Really?”

“Really what?”

“Is that the kind of girl you were seeing?”

“I do seem have a type,” he said reluctantly. “It hasn’t worked for me though. I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.”

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I always enjoyed Dr Foster.”

He gave a fond grin. “She’ll be the one that got away, I suppose,” he shrugged and took another sip. “I don’t suppose you want to stay for dinner?”

Surprised, you looked up. Sure, Mr Odinson was a great boss, and occasionally you shared a few laughs at work drinks but dining with him seemed a little… peculiar. “What, together?” you managed. Oh, yes. This should surely help this little crush you have on him.

Mr Odinson bit back a smile and leaned forward, a glint of tease in his eye. “Only if you’re happy to have dinner with the boss. I’ll pay.”

“Well, if you’re paying,” you said finally and relaxed a little as he motioned for Jarvis to get someone to get you both a table. Within a few minutes, you were at a table for two and if the candlelight made him look even better, you could cry. A bottle of expensive champagne was ordered as soon as Mr Odinson could and a terrible thought crept into your head, was this a date?!

Taking another sip of your wine, you tried to clear your head. No, of course it wasn’t. Your boss was here having drinks and coincidently, you bumped into each other. Nothing more, nothing less – it would end up a work dinner anyway with Mr Odinson travelling to the Nordic region for meetings over the few countries and you hadn’t caught up to dissect the trip with him as to yet.

“So, about next week, you’ll be flying – ” you tried.

Raising a large palm, Mr Odinson gave an amused grin. “No work tonight,” he instructed as your trap immediately snapped closed. “I’ve got the emails, I’ll be okay,” he said with a soft smile that met his cheeky, dancing eyes. You were positively swooning.

With his sudden laughter, you snapped back to reality. Oh, shit, you realised. You just sighed blissfully out loud. What kind of idiot – fuck, you were going to have to quit because of this – this crush on Mr Odinson was officially unprofessional. “I’m so sorry, Mr Odinson. I don’t know what’s coming over me.”

“It’s Thor, you can call me Thor,” he told you gently. “Have some wine, you look like you need it.”

You took a deep gulp, hoping to liquid courage will soothe your nerves. A deep breath joined it and your pulse rate felt as if it was starting to regulate.

“You okay now?”

“Think so,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” Thor smiled wide as the appetisers arrived.

—

As the wine helped relax you, the evening continued a lot easier for you as it continued. The meal was divine – you were suddenly glad Captain Rogers disappeared and Thor had rescued you.

As you ordered dinner, you smiled as Thor eased in his seat. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’d ever seen him anything but cool, calm and relaxed. Incredible.

“So, what are you plans for the rest of the evening?” Thor asked, nodding for the bottle of dessert wine to be left at the table. Spying your watch, you laughed.

“Uhh, bed. This is pathetically late for me on a Friday night.”

“Could I interest you in a night cap? I know this great coffee bar uptown,” he suggested.

Coffee? It was nearly 11pm yet you found yourself saying yes, and after dessert, Thor paid the bill (with a hefty tip you also noticed) and helped you slipped into your coat, taking you lightly by the arm and into the brisk New York night. His town car stopped before you both and he ushered his driver away to open the door for you before sliding in after you. You travelled in relative silence, taking in the city and Thor scaling emails on his phone. You phone occasiaonlly dinging so you knew he was sending directives that also included you but you ignored them – at midnight, you weren’t going to action anything and nor could he blame you.

A few minutes later, the car stopped before…

“This is your building,” you frowned as Thor opened the door and let you join him on the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I have the best coffee machine in the city. Come up, you’ll see.”

At this point, Thor could say to drop your panties on the street and you would likely do it. Who were you? Were was your modesty? You weren’t that drunk. A little tipsy… but as the evening continued, you were thinking, maybe… just maybe this little crush wasn’t one-sided.

Thor offered his hand and willingly you took it. He walked you into the building where he was greeted and went to the lifts. You knew he lived in the penthouse (at last check, you remembered he may have owned this building. Or his father did. You couldn’t remember now and nor did you care). Moving to the corner, Thor did the same, giving you some space before the elevator doors opened to a dimly-lit sprawling living area with floor to ceiling windows, showing off the city.

“Jesus,” you muttered as allowed you to lead him inside. “This view is incredible.”

“Well, I can’t lay claim to that,” he teased, sliding off his jacket and heading to the open-plan kitchen where you noticed his coffee machine was and he collected a couple of espresso glasses. He went to work on the coffee and you were relieved for it – you needed it to wake you up and get out of this daydream. Here you were in the living room of your gorgeous boss Mr Odin – Thor. Thor. You watched his rolled up his sleeves, spying the leather bands that were wrapped around his enormous wrists. God bless the three-piece suit. You hated vests. But not on Thor. They were made for him.

He wandered over, two glasses in hand and nodded towards the couch. “Take a seat.”

You did as instructed and he sat beside you. “I have a confession,” Thor said after a few moments of you both sipping your coffee. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “And I think it will affect our professional ties.”

Oh God, he was going to fucking fire you, you realised, sitting up and putting the coffee on the side table. Shit. “Have I done something wrong?”

“You?” he smiled, shaking his head. “No, you’re a wonderful assistant. In fact, I think you’re wasted as my assistant with your potential. But this is where is gets difficult. I would love to give you a promotion of sorts, but at the same time, I don’t want to lose you from my office,” he confided. “Because I believe we work exceptionally well together.”

“I don’t know where this is going.”

“I’d like to ask you something. And you can say no,” he instructed as your heart rate increased. You could feel your whole body sweating. It certainly felt like you were in the firing line. “But for the longest time, I have harboured this little, teeny crush on you and if I follow my heart, I think it may cause problems for us at work.”

He was right, it would. Stunned, you nodded. Shit, were you getting fired?! “I think I understand.”

He nodded solemnly. “If I were to ask you out, I think you would like to say yes. But I can understand if you told me to get fucked and storm out as well. I would deserve and wholeheartedly understand that.”

Nodded, you took the coffee back to use as a distraction, resting it against your lips, hiding a little, as a shy smile appeared. He looked like he was waiting for you to say something, but little did he know your brain was blended mush and words would not seem to compute. “Oh,” was all you managed.

“Have I stepped over the line?” he asked quietly. “I understand if I have.”

“No,” you somehow replied. “I think you know that I might have feelings for you also.”

“I did not know,” he admitted. “But my brother seemed to think that maybe I was missing something that was right in front of me. Of course, Loki is also full of mischief and cannot be trusted. So he could’ve set me up to be his greatest prank,” he added meekly.

Biting back a giggle, it was almost unbelievable that this beautiful man, Thor Odinson, world-renown CEO and playboy, was opening up his heart to you and all you could think of was, “yes, Yes, YES!” so when he put his cup on the table and awaited your answer, you found your voice.

“I love my job. I thrive on how hectic it is, I enjoy ensuring your work life balance is seamless.”

“It is,” he agreed.

“And I think I’m good at what I do.”

“You’re brilliant at what you do.”

“But I need more,” you paused and he raised a curious eyebrow. “I need to know that if we take this step, it won’t ruin everything.”

“It won’t – let’s just try dinner and see how it progresses.”

You gave a gentle nod. “I’d like that, Mr – ”

“Thor.”

“Thor,” you nodded, blushing a little. “Yes.”

“This seems so formal,” Thor said with a gentle grin.

“Way too formal,” you agreed and a giggle escaped.

“Then let’s take it back a notch,” he decided. “We call it a night. When I’m back from my work trip next week, we have dinner again. I’ll even cook.”

“You cook?” you asked surprised, finding yourself standing and he followed. It felt like a good time to collect your things even if you wanted to walk directly to his bedroom.

“I’m pretty good at it – you’ll see that I’m worthy,” he joked as he followed you towards the elevator. He smiled, leaning against the wall. “I’m glad we saw each other tonight. I’m sorry that I’m travelling the next week though. I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll survive,” you teased as the elevator doors opened and Thor  laughed heartily. “Thanks for tonight, Thor. It ended up being a lot more fun that what my original plans were supposed to be.”

He chuckled. “I agree,” his giant palm raised and tenderly grasped your chin. “I had a wonderful time. I’m glad we spent the evening together.”

“Yeah,” you said and his lips gently kissed your forehead.

“I don’t want to appear obtrusive.”

“Definitely not.”

The elevator door closed without you though neither of you even noticed.

[hotholiday]

coucou babes. for the skam asks: 4, 9, 49 and 50. i love you ❤️

coucou ro🥺love youuuu💕

4. which character(s) do you head canon as LGBTQ+?

first and foremost isa and liv. like have you SEEN the way isa looked at liv in s1e1 when she was singing??? she is in l o v e okay. and also engel. and nooreva as well.

9. if you had an “Isak” season about your life now (or if you’re older, your time in high school), what would the themes be?

if it were now, my season would probably be all about dealing with anxiety under the stress of having absolutely no clue what tf I'm doing in school or in life or anything🤪in high school it definitely would have been about feeling excluded from friend groups, just the feeling of being very alone and isolated. fun times

49. which “Even”-centric friendship is your favorite?

I’ll say his friendship with Sana is my fave. we don’t really see Even apart from when he’s with Isak so it’s kind of hard but yeah. it’s just such an iconic duo, and when in season 4, Sana and Yousef talk about him, and the way she just kind of gains this new understanding about him is really cool to me.

50. what are your favorite “Evak” fan fictions?

ok idk if this is like all Evaks or just og Evak, but whatever ahaha. for og Evak, obviously I gotta say take me to the stars because literally what else ahshfja. and then I'll do an elu fic too bc why not, my fave for them is last dance by @livvyblxckthxrn 

[yorkcalling]

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