#listened to i love how you love me by bobby vinton

[its-always-sunny-in-city17]

I love the way your touch is always heavenly,

[sweetmariihs2]

A headcanon-like thing I would like to share about Queen Lorelei

Tw: death during childbirth and some light mentions of suicide and grieving

I love Queen Lorelei (King Roland's deceased wife). She barely appears or it's mentioned in the show? Yes. But oh well. Fandom.

We believe she's that genuinely kind deceased character, that everyone remembers as sweet and beautiful, always more gentle than the world was to her, like a ray of sunshine. She's absolutely adored by everyone and her beauty and kindness always brought all the eyes in the room to her and her sweet laughs and smiles.

But unfortunately she died some time after she got married, during the childbirth of the princes that her body wasn't made to support, because the only reason she got pregnant in the first place was the wishing well, and that action had consequences, which means, she got pregnant indeed but that didn't changed the fact her body wasn't capable of enduring this.

And well, she died because of that. I usually feel really bad about childbirth deaths, because I feel like that could have been avoided months earlier. She was well and healthy but trying to have children took her life, and that just happened because she wanted to have a family and live a happy life.

But well, despite being something that lacks information, her story and character fascinates me, and we try to suppress that desire to see her story through fanfiction and fanmade content.

In my case, I have a constant habit of relating characters to songs, in some cases to whole artists if their whole discography match this character or fandom. For example I can't hear some of Aurora's songs without thinking of Cedric.

In Lorelei's case, it was something I never spoke about, but since we're in a fandom and in constant search for STF related stuff and fan content to keep enjoying our favorite show, I decided to share this.

Basically, I'm a HUGE Lana Del Rey fan since around 2019. I know 90% of her released songs and I also listen to some of her unreleaseds (that despite me knowing a ton of unreleaseds there are more than 200 wandering through the internet so there's no way I know all of them)

During the start of her carreer (actually, her first albums, since her career started years before the debut album) Lana's songs told us stories. Some key words that I would like to relate to her songs are: girlhood, nostalgia and melancholy (+or tragedy if you think about it)

In her first albums (Born to Die + The Paradise Version which is a deluxe of BTD) her songs were centered around nostalgic stories and feelings surrounding girls' experiences. Because she is so beautiful and often delicate while singing about darker topics, it's like her voice and lyric choice just interconnect. She sang about girls who lost their lovers, about beautiful girls that felt unhappy or/because they wasted their youth, about tragic endings, like being taken away from your friends during your teenage years because you guys were doing all kinds of crazy stuff at that time (this song is called This Is What Makes Us Girls), all of this surrounded by a feeling of nostalgia, as if those stories had happened a long time ago.

(Her songs weren't made to romanticize anything, like some people say they were; in fact, a huge part of these songs were inspired by her own life and feelings, and Lana is just telling us stories.)

So, going back to Lorelei, some of Lana's songs remind me of her. Based on what I said you can understand why. But not only that, Lana has some very specific songs that kinds match the fandom's headcanons of how Lorelei would be like (since we have no official info about her character).

Like in the song Blue Velvet, which is a cover from Bobby Vinton's song, but Lana brought a whole different feeling to it. Bringing it to the context of her album, her version sounds a lot more heartbreaking than the original one. The lyrics are about a male character missing his lover, singing about her blue velvet dress and how he will never forget about his love for her, even after she passed. Lana's version has a whole orchestral instrumental through the song and mostly at the end of it, making the song sound nostalgic, tragic and even sounds like some kind of anthem close to the end.

There's also the song Carmen, where there is a girl called Carmen, who attracts all eyes to her and is known for her beauty, but deep inside she's not mentally well, and people seem not to care about or notice how she's feeling. By the end of the song she even gets a love confession (in french), probably hinting at the fact that she receives many of them, but it doesn't matter because those who give them don't really know her or care about it. Despite her state "she's still shining" (in Lana's words), because even though she's suffering, she's still beautiful and loved by people.

In the song Born To Die, Lana sings about enjoying your life while it's still happening, because we're gonna die sooner or later. In the music video the scenes interwine with her sitting in a throne and spending time with a lover, who seems to give her an unhealthy relationship, judging by his aggresive behavior. At the end of the music video they're travelling together by car and her boyfriend, the driver, tries to force her to kiss him back, and because of that their car crashes and she dies in his arms, making him face his guilt because he was the one who did this to her. Tragic ending.

Dark Paradise is a song about grieving a loved one. It was made based on her feelings and her life.

These are some of the songs that match because of the lyrics, but being honest, because of the album being so concrete, the lyrics don't even need to match for me to remember her, because as I said this album is about nostalgic girlhood and melancholia, and she often sings about memories like in the song This Is What Makes Us Girls, that was also inspired by her teenage years when she was taken from her friends, but the memories she carries with them last till this day and it makes her miss those times.

Going to the unreleased, there are so many more. Like the song Angels Forever, where she's singing about memories that at her youth she never thought they were going to end: "we were angels forever, forever angels".

Or Fine China, where she is watching a friend having their first child, and remembering that at her own wedding years ago her groom left her at the wedding, depriving her of the dream life she would have liked to have had, singing "I'm going down now, with all of my fine china and fresh linen, all of my dresses with them tags still on", hinting at what was left of the wedding, of a life she couldn't have, but that she was watching others around her having it in her place. This song kinda reminds me of Roland to be honest, even thought his story with Lorelei isn't really related to their wedding, he was also deprived of a life he wish he could have had. And he had her dresses packed, her stuff still there in the castle, just like in the song the pov had her fine china and dresses with tags still on (they were never used).

It kinda fits even more with that headcanon that Cedric was in love with Lorelei. He never had the chance to live a life with her, and he's a bachelor till this day, watching all the weddings and happy lives through the years but never being a part of them, thinking about what would have happened if life wasn't so cruel.

I had these thoughts and despite being a bit niche I still felt like it should be shared. I know that not many people are fans of listening to recommended songs (at least in my case that's true), but I also made this post for those who already know some of those songs and didn't noticed these connections with Lorelei's story. Those who don't know the songs and want to listen to them now are also very welcomed.

I think about how amazing would be if I made a fanfic about this and using these songs. But I won't do it, it's just a thought. Feel free to do it though, I would absolutely love to read that.

[kindred-spirit-93]

oc brainrot but a llama ate the context

was listening to strangers in the night on loop (i need to stop doing that lol) which lead me to a bunch of other popular 60's songs which in turn made me think of a bunch of fictional characters. enjoyeth :)

theres a cinematic masterpiece ill make a seperate post for. i cant think straight lol

everybody's somebody's fool - connie francis: the entire cast lmao esp theo pining for armund pining for luc. fools in love indeed

you dont know - helen shapiro: armund watching luc from the sidelines. tbh i think his crush is unserious but the sentiment stands

roses are red (my love) - bobby vinton: luc to theo aw. very sweet if u ignore its about highschool sweethearts lmao

hey paula - paul & paula: luc and alti. i wonder who proposes (theoretically) first..

hes so fine - chiffons: armi to luc lol. poor guy is down bad

its my party and ill cry if i want to - lesley gore: theo observing the weird family he finds himself a part of. its pretty bittersweet.

a hard days night - beatles: luc after a shift lmao. deserves a raise

mr. lonely - bobby vinton: armi after abbie dies :')

green green grass of home - tom jones: armi dreaming of abbie ;-;

strangers in the night - frank sinatra: luc altis reunion

something stupid - frank sinatra: luc altis reconciliation

hello goodbye - beatles: theo is so done with his dads suitors lol. nopes out

mrs robinson - simon & garfunkel: mercy? but also abbie? idk i heard heaven and cupcake and thought yep the mamas.

a guys in love with you- herb alpert: also whole cast lmao. kinda gay tbh

suspicious minds - elvis presley: theo and luc towards the end :( theo is old enough to see how serious things are and how much it hurts his dad. theyre both hiding things and things arent looking too good between father and son..

[fuckmeyer]

Come Nightfall deleted scenes: Bobby Vinton

[in which Edward and Bella are listening to music in her room negotiating a deal to get her to the birthday party]

“What the hell is this?”

Edward glanced down at the laptop like he’d forgotten what he was doing. “I’ve embarked on a quest.”

Already, I could feel the tension melting out of the air. Again, I tipped back in my chair and looked at him from over my shoulder. “And that is?”

His eyes glittered, trailing down the screen. “I need songs that make me feel how you make me feel.”

“I’m sure there’s a song called ‘Stick In The Mud.’”

“I already added it,” he said, throwing me a wink.

As the singer’s vibrato trailed to the end of the measure, I leaned back further in my chair and roamed the ceiling with my eyes, musing. “So, what, you feel ‘Blue Velvet’ about me?”

“What’s with the tone? This is a classic.”

“No tone.” He studied my face. “It's just. Tony Bennett, The Clovers, Gene Ammons—fantastic ‘Blue Velvet’s. Out of all those great covers, you pick Bobby Vinton?”

Edward’s campaign to get me to like Bobby Vinton was about as aggressive as his campaign to get me to love Elvis Presley’s Girls Girls Girls. If he liked something, he tended to be unrelenting about it. And he loved 1950s crap.

He could never know about the painting I’d made listening to only Bobby Vinton. (Bobby Vinton Sings for Lonely Nights, obviously. It fit the theme of my life.) I couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Bobby Vinton was one of the least inspiring artists of the 1950s. I would die on that hill.

“What is your problem with him? You’ve never given me a straight answer.”

I scrunched up my face like I’d eaten a lemon. When he rolled his eyes, I reached out to him. The chair’s two legs slid out from under it. I squealed as I plunged to the floor.

Edward caught the backrest. His head looming over me eclipsed my bedroom light. He raised a brow.

“Oh, Edward. He’s melodramatic trash.” Edward let go of the chair. I yelped and seized him by the shirt to catch myself from falling. “Stop! It’s truth!”

He’d already caught the backrest again, grinning at my reaction. Our bare skin brushing together felt like fire had erupted in my veins. My head swam.

“The first line of your favorite Simon & Garfunkel song is ‘Hello darkness my old friend’—”

“No, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water,’ duh.”

“Please, talk to me about melodramatic trash. I’m all ears.”

With one hand on the chair, Edward held out his other hand to me. I took his hand, crawled out of the tilted chair and settled into his lap, peering back at his laptop screen.

“Bobby Vinton is a total square.”

What little rift remained dissolved when I cuddled in next to him, when our skin met, when we melted into each other. No iron curtain. Just us, grazing each other’s skin and kissing and nuzzling, something second-nature.

“Bobby Vinton had more Billboard 100 hits from 1962 through 19—”

“You only like him cuz he wrote ‘Mr. Lonely.’”

“—than any other male voca— Not true.”

“So true. Oh my god. You’ve played that song like fifty billion times. You’re a sucker for melodrama.” The sparkle in his eyes dulled and a grin cracked over my face. “What? I’ve been listening to your fifties garbage all summer. I’m allowed to have an opinion.”

He flipped me onto my back and pulled me by the hips into him. “You seemed to like my fifties garbage,” he purred in my ear, “as I recall, Miss Swan. And I’ve listened to plenty of your six-minute 70s rock-operas, so shut your mouth.”

As if on cue, the dream-pop song dissolved into Elton John’s ‘Tiny Dancer’.

“Oh, Isabella, get your lips off me, for god’s sake, I’m trying to be mad at you…”

I didn’t stop nipping at his neck. Edward hips shifted underneath me; I could feel him swallow back a moan.

Yeah. That song was on our summer playlist. Back in an era when Edward was, as he called, “reckless with his boundaries.”

“Hm. That’s a good trade,” I mused to myself.

He was “reckless with his boundaries” when I listened to his fifties garbage, too. But I knew he’d prefer for me not to bring it up.

“What, listening to your crap music?”

“No.” I combed my fingers through Edward’s hair, twisting the locks into their usual wild shape. Pondering. Another little negotiating trick I’d picked up.

The fact that Edward knew I was plotting but couldn’t hear my thoughts drove him crazy. Anticipation killed him. Give him a mystery and he got huffy with impatience—another cute trait of his and, in situations like these, it proved very convenient.

Edward huffed.

My lips trailed up his neck; his gruff turned into a sigh. “So if I can’t bring up the change—”

“You can’t.”

“—can I negotiate for something else?” Softer, in his ear, I said, “Including but not limited to a kiss?”

My hot breath on his cold neck made him shudder instinctively. “Kiss, singular? I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten that request.”

“My expectations have officially hit rock bottom.”

“Quite the charmer, Miss Swan.”

Most days, I didn’t have trouble convincing him for one measly kiss. And one always carried on long, so it was really more like one and a half. If he had just hunted or if I had just said something sweet or if we kissed during a song he liked, we could push it to two and a half. And since two and a half was basically three—

By the time he leaned closer and pressed his icy lips to mine, my head spun with the smell of him; the spicy, warm scent on him intoxicated me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked myself to him. The hunger for more energy—more intoxication, more power, more of him—tore through me.

When he tore himself away, we breathed ragged against each other’s lips.

“I can’t discuss—that,” he said. “The change. Not now. Please do not ask me again.”

I nodded. My hands roamed the sensitive parts of his exposed skin, reading his reactions like a map written in braille.

Edward growled low and deep; it rolled out of him like a warning. I stroked the side of his throat with my thumb; his tongue flicked across my skin.

He continued in a low voice. “But if you’re hellbent on getting a good deal out of your birthday—” I chuckled softly at him. “—I’ll do my best to meet your terms, whatever they may be. I will try.”

I kissed his cheek.

“Be good,” he said, his fingers roaming down my chest. He took his hand away and it settled on my hip. A promising reaction.

“Okay,” I murmured.

He kept my forehead glued to his to prevent me from attacking his neck. His bare skin touching mine felt like someone was pouring effervescent champagne over my brain and letting it run down the rest of me.

We stayed there, holding each other, for a long while.

[christinered]

I Love How You Love Me - Bobby Vinton

THIS IS A SPECIAL REQUEST:

Came up randomly on my YOUTUBE stream.

How could I not listen??

Even though it isn't our version.

This one is only for you Gorgeous!!

I hope you're smiling as I am now.

Love you MISS DAWN!

Mwwwwwah!!!

~Red

[flamingostalker]

Ok. So. On Bilbo’s playlist there isnt any set genre but the songs that I consider the centerpieces are Push (Matchbox 20) bc he needs a serious rage moment after everything and Running Up That Hill (Meg Myers version). Blue Velvet (Bobbie Vinton) and I’ll Be Seeing You (Bilie Holiday) specifically for Old Bilbo Grief.

Thorin’s playlist is mostly vocaloid but I’ve also got Agnes (Glass Animals), Get Your Wish(Porter Robinson) and like 2/3 of the Oh Hellos album Through the Deep Dark Valley. So much of it fits him so well. Soldier Side by SOAD is also on his playlist as well as both my Fili and Kili playlists.

My Fili playlist is mostly indie pop, I need to add more oldies but most of the old stuff I listen to is muzak lol. My BIG BIG BIG Fili Feelings songs are Hozier’s Damage Gets Done (which I could honestly write a whole post about why), Social Cues by Cage the Elephant, Matilda by Alt-J SPECIFICALLY for Fili protecting Kili and how he probably knew he would die at ravenhill but still going ahead without Kili hoping he would live.

I have more character playlists but this ask is gettin pretty long so I’ll just say my general Company playlist has the Trail We Blaze and Stuck in the Middle With You and I’m On My Way (proclaimers)

Sorry this went on so long!!

Omg okay first of all I’ll be seeing you.🧍‍♂️omg. Had to go listen to it and having visions of Bilbo decades on just Sitting. Man.

Second of all THORIN VOCALOID YESSSSSSS HAHAHAH YESSSSS. Fuvking genius. And soldier side on ALL their playlists I’m losing my MIND🫥😵‍💫😭 AND DAMAGE GETS DONE. We knew what our love was worth when we had nothing now we’re always missing something I miss when we did not need much🫥 AND FÍLI PROTECTION SONG AAAAAAA

😂💜 amazing company choices as well

Thank you for telling me about your playlists!!!

[aliveanddying]

Last night I watched Blue Velvet (1986). I've spent the past hour watching explanation videos to see what people's analysis of the film would be and came across an interesting YouTube comment which states that the film is about Jeffery trying to make sense of childhood sexual abuse he endured at the hands of his parents. I'm not sure if I really fully agree, but I think there is definitely symbolism of childhood sexual abuse in the film.

What I actually wanted to talk about though was the fact that Lana Del Rey has a cover of the song Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton on Born To Die - Paradise Edition. I didn't know it was a cover until I watched this movie last night, embarrassingly. As a brown woman, the reason why I've stuck by Lana over the years (throughout the racial weirdness, cultural appropriation and random bouts of being a little problematic) is because she is such a relatable artist for someone who has been through abuse. I don't like to speculate about people's lives but to me it seems like her music has multiple really heavy connotations of abuse. In fact, I'd probably say a lot of her music revolves around abuse, and her persona is one who is vulnerable, hurt and constantly trying to heal from abuse, constantly being shot down when she tries to stand up. I think a lot of women create music like this, but Lana really screams it in your face, and tells you about all of the secret feelings survivors have that we're not allowed to have in the public eye.

For instance, it's not okay for us to be attracted to our abuser, people who look like our abuser, or treat us how our abusers treated us, but sometimes we are. When I was 19, I seeked out a sugar daddy, and met a man who was 38 and spoke to him for about 8 months. I was attracted to him despite him not being physically attractive to me, despite him grooming me (and yes, you can be groomed at that age) and generally being a bit horny and sleazy. It's not okay for us to like being hurt by a lover, "he hit me and it felt like a kiss", but sometimes we do. I think I've written a little about how I used to ask my ex to hit and choke me during sex in a previous entry. It's not okay for us to constantly, unhealthily yearn for love, affection, attention, sex, and to be seen as beautiful, but sometimes we do. This is literally all I've written on this blog lol.

So while watching Dorothy sing Blue Velvet in the film, I felt the captivating sadness that I always felt when listening to Lana's version, the sadness of a woman who has been through the pain of abuse. Even before knowing what Frank does to Dorothy, as a survivor, you know another survivor just by looking at them. By hearing the quiver in their voice, or watching their eyelashes flutter as they periodically glance at the ground, where no one can stare back into their eyes and see what they really are. Seeing Dorothy's eyes zone in on Frank while singing, seeing her smile when he hits her, and seeing her ask Jeffery to hit her during sex doesn't make me think that she's just insane, or a broken woman. It makes me think that those are the moments when she feels the most frighteningly alive, the most terrifyingly present, feeling life sear her skin as her abusers brand her over and over again. Every time you see her outside of the abuse, she seems dazed and confused. It's scary, how on the nose her character is, like an exaggerated version of survivors' innermost feelings.

So when I think back to Lana Del Rey again, her cover of Blue Velvet seems closer to Dorothy's in the movie than the Bobby Vinton version. I think she took on the persona of or similar to Dorothy, a vulnerable woman, stuck in a dire situation in which she has an abuser. Blue Velvet has such a deep understanding of sadness, rich in quality like thick melted chocolate or molten gold, but delicate in essence like soft strands of hair that wisp over Dorothy's eyebrow or mesh curtains which fail keep the sunlight out of dark rooms, fail to hide the abuse that happens behind them. The lyrics twinkle over a blue sea of tears, longing and years of pain, idealising love lost but never forgotten. I think the idealism of love in this instance is more an idealism of abuse, and not in a way that shows the actual abuse as something good. It's to show that this is the only way she knows how to love, to serve, to please, to idolise her abuser because that's the only way she can understand him. He's a flawed man, with too many issues to count and she's his one and only, the one person in his world that he's shown his true self to. She's the only one in this world who knows how messed up he really is, and he's the only one that can give her what she craves, violence. Violence to soothe her confusion, violence that frames her life and intertwines with the very fiber of her being, violence that stamps out any semblance of love for herself which is so disgusting and grotesque that she can't look at herself in the mirror. Now if you replace the word violence with love instead, it seems to make things better, but as a survivor, I often misconstrue the two, because that's all I knew growing up.

Looking at Lana Del Rey's other music, it seems like there's a lot of that same idealism of a "flawed man", and a flawed relationship. I kind of look at her music as different stages of healing from abuse, and none of it is completely free from the confines of trauma. Again, I don't want to speculate about her life, especially as she hasn't publicly said anything about it, this is just my interpretation of the music she's put out. So yeah, I don't know if this one really made much sense but hopefully if anyone's reading this they get what I mean.

[binniesthighs]

can u do an enemy to lovers au with han jisung where they are in a hidden fwb relationship? thank u~ 🥺

I really look some creative liberties with this one HA but the product...hehe, I hope that you enjoy it love! I also kinda accidentally made it a period piece??? Like 50′s-60′s? Idk how this happened but the vibe and the music I was listening to while writing really put me in that mood haha

blue velvet | reader x jisung |

Paring: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung

Genre: smut n’ angst

Tags: stripper!jisung, stripper!reader, bi!jisung, enemies (competitors) to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, degrading names, choking, spanking, v mild spit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you slippity slap it friends), creampie, cum eating, scratching, oral (reader receiving) semi-public sex, hello yes this one is kinda filthy ooooops

Word count: 3.2k

Recommended listening: Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton

Fuck. It’s hot in here. Too fucking hot.

Reconnaissance. That’s what you were doing. It was fucking disgusting. Everyone in the room was just as fake as the pleather belts that held their guts in. You had never seen anything more embarrassing in your whole life. Desperation was sweating off the walls and sunk into your skin. It made you feel sick.

You scoffed and took a long sip from your drink.

“One more?” An attentive maître d' asked you--if he could even been called that in a place like this.

You covered your hand over your glass. You refused to pay for any more of that cheap tasting shit.

Next to you a rapt group of men in suits wagged their tails at the view. She wasn’t even very pretty.

Rolling your eyes, you scoped out the rest of the room, adorned in red velvet and gold nearly everywhere. What was this? A high school musical? Even those had more class than this place.

You checked your sliver wristwatch lined by dainty diamonds. You always did like gifts. Too bad rarely anyone would get anything in return.

The girls on the stage twirled around, giving the audience the best view that they could, tiger-prowling to those waving bills in their grabby hands. They were tanned and fashioned into strappy and lacy pieces that looked like they all must have shared them. Pathetic.

“You come here often?”

He swirled some clear looking liquid in his crystal glass, the little string of olives clinking the side.

“Are you speaking to me?”

“No, I’m talking to them.” He head nodded to the same group of greasy businessmen. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time...and likely my last.”

“Huh. Tough critic.”

He didn’t look like the rest of them. Younger, reeking less of starved attention. He had golden blonde hair, and a silk white shirt unbuttoned far into a deep V. He was toned: the muscles on his arms were visible under the thin fabric and his abs made a show thanks to the abandonment of buttons. He wore dress pants perfectly fitted for his thighs. He was...attractive...but not your type.

“What’s not to like? Beautiful people, drinks to make you forget your mistakes? Not your scene?”

You rested your chin in your palm. “It’s my scene, but not this scene.”

“Suit yourself.” He took another swing, pivoting his body towards you, legs spread wide. “I think I know someone who can change you mind though.”

“In this place? Unlikely.”

“Come on...just stay a little bit longer and they’ll come out. They’re the last act of the night for a reason.” He signaled to the maître d' and whispered something into his ear. “Drinks on me. If you’ll stay?”

“Free drinks?” You put down your empty glass. “I suppose I can’t say no to that.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

It was thirty minutes till closing, and you had stayed much longer than you had liked. After all the drinks you had to pass the time, you were starting to feel a little buzz, but nothing much really phased you these days. You started to wonder if he had been pulling some kind of prank. Nothing you had seen was what he had hyped it up to be.

The lights dimmed behind you, making the room dark enough for the tiny white candles at the tables to provide the only light. Spotlights flashed on from behind you too, illuminating the U shaped stage. With the lights, the music faded into something much more sultry.

The first two girls stepped out, both of them wearing white sets that were nearly identical with sheer robes. Two others stepped out after them, this time wearing red and black. It was the same thing you had been seeing all night.

The spotlight tightened.

It was him.

He was wearing a button down and those same pants, everything seemed so tight on him, accentuating every curve of his body. Strangely, when he walked out, he was greeted with wolf-whistles and hoots. He winked back at his spectators, nearly falling out of their chairs to see him better. It was even stranger considering the audience was filled with men.

He walked around the girls on stage as if he was inspecting them, his eyes eating up every bit of their skin. He confidence was unparalleled. He would run his hands down their sides, digging his fingers into their hips. They circled around him until his body was covered with their hands, teasing the audience, just barely touching around his dick, which with his pants...there was little room for imagination.

Silent moans left his lips once they started undressing him giving him their full attention. The cheers grew even louder. Before long, he was nearly fully undressed swaying to the music. He wore nothing special, just some briefs, like any normal person would. It was...confusing.

He took turns “giving attention” to every girl, looking at them like he worshiped the ground the walked on. They would grind their bodies together, or he would pick them up in his arms, and they would wrap their long legs around him. He would pantomime fucking them from behind, screwing up his face as if he really was. Everyone went crazy for that.

It didn’t last for very long and the lights soon went all the way down, leaving the stage scattered with sweating bodies, panting as if they had just cum, entangling themselves all in eachother.

You were a bit unenthused, but it was different. There was something about him that was different.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Were the drinks enough for you?” His voice called to you just as you were about to leave. This time, he returned wearing the same silk shirt.

“I hope that I didn’t make you pay for too many.” You pouted with faux empathy.

“And the show?” He grinned a little.

“Interesting. Considering a place like this.”

He laughed a little. “I help with...the imagination.”  

“So they pretend that you’re them. I’ll admit, it’s smart.”

“You’d be surprised, somedays I get more male customers compared to most of the girls here.” He bit his lip as if recalling a memory. “They pay well too, pay for whatever they aren’t getting at home. Who am I do deny them that when it’s my job?

“You sleep with them?”

“The ones I like.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“Can be. In a good way.” He let out a sharp laugh. “So. Did I prove you wrong?”

“Hmmm. I could do better.”

He popped his brows up. “You could?”

He was intriguing. You decided to give him a bite. “I dance at La Rose Rouge.”

“You dance at that overpriced, snotty ass place?” His words turned poisonous.  What’s it like dancing for a guy who’s got a stick so far up his ass--”

“--The price is right, and you get what you pay for there...especially if its me.”

“How am I not surprised?”

“I need to go, I’ve seen all I could here.” You bowed at him a little.

“Wait.” He grabbed at your arm. “I’ve still got one more thing to show you. Follow me.”

 ╚ ——————————————— ╝

Your insides were on fire as he fucked into you. Every time that he thrust into you, he was relentless and unforgiving. He was going so fast you could barely catch your breath. You were bent over some dusty old sofa in an equally dusty dressing room. You would kill him if he left bruises on your hips from how hard he was holding you.

“fuck. shit.” He panted, then reached one of his hands around to rub at your sensitive sex, slick with your excitement.

He was so fucking cocky, but he knew what the hell he was doing. He bent over your back, sucking into your skin, wrapping his arms around you to tweak your nipples. He was wrecking you from the inside out, devouring you like he had never tasted anything like you.

He kicked your legs open even farther. “Fucking moan for me, slut.”

You had barely let him hear more than a few gasps, he didn’t deserve it. You wanted him to moan for you.

“Who are you calling slut?” You said with venom.

You shoved off of him, and he looked devastated. He was cute. He even frowned regretfully like he had done something wrong.

The metal of your rings dug into his neck when you grabbed it, squeezing as hard as you could. Your hot breath snuck into his ear, “No, you fucking moan for me...slut.”

You attacked his lips, tracing the insides of his mouth with your tongue. He moaned right into you and grabbed handfuls of your ass with his two hands. Your teeth bit his lip and pulled. His dick trembled between the two of you and he rutted against your stomach to get some kind of relief.

He took one of his hands to your hair before resting his glossy brown eyes on you. “I’d do anything for you.” His voice quivered. “You ruin me.”

“Get on the floor.” You commanded him, and he did as he was told without a question, laying his bare body on the cold concrete.

The chill of the stone stung your knees, but that didn’t matter, you just wanted to see him unravel. You straddled down onto him, taking him in as you sunk down.

“oh shit,” slipped off your tongue without you having much control over it.

You rolled your core over him, back and forth, circling yourself and bouncing up and down as he rolled his eyes back, licking his lips while you did everything that you wanted. As you bounced he held on to your ass, digging his fingertips in. You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see it when he rose is hand to slap you hard. It burned beautifully.

“—Jisung? Are you done yet? The rest of us are going out.” A female voice called, and rattled the locked door.

“FUCK OFF.” He groaned, and held onto your ass even tighter.

You let out a unamused tsk. “Jisung? That’s your real name?”

He didn’t say anything, but instead swiftly took you in his arms to lay you down. The chill of the floor startled you into wince, but it felt amazing compared to how hot you were. He entered you immediately again, then slung your legs over his shoulders. His blonde hair appeared to bounce a little with each thrust.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you dragged your nails down his arms, waterfalling pink, perfect, lines. His whole body seized at the sensation, sending him into a fury. He licked his hand from palm to fingers, not breaking your gaze as he used it to rub relentlessly at you.

You were on the edge.  

“Want my cum, you whore?”

You were close as well, and it clouded your senses--you felt yourself slipping into him after holding back for so long.

“ye-yes, I want it.”

He came in seconds, doubling over you when he did, panting like a dog, with you gasping just as hard from your own orgasm. He seemed to shake a little as he came down, nearly suffocating you with his body weight. You jiggled your hips just a little to get a rise out of him. You had guessed correctly, someone like him couldn’t take overstimulation.

“Fuck, wait, wait. I-I can’t take anymore.”

You laughed a little and stopped. “You’re no fun.”

“I thought I literally just proved to you that I’m loads of fun.”

“Mmm, I suppose.”

“You liked it?” He ran his hand through his sweaty roots.

“You made me cum, so...usually I have to fake it.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m honored.” He grinned a little pridefully.

You reached down to your hole to catch a few drops of his cum on your fingers, stretching it out a little and playing with it. He watched you as you did so, eyes wide. You stood to grab his jaw, sticking your fingers in his mouth which he eagerly sucked.

“Where have you been my whole life?” He looked up at you in wonder.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that...Jisung.”

He watched you then as you dressed, careful not to forget your gorgeous silver wristwatch.

“I won’t be coming back, so don’t expect that this will happen again.”

“Wait--” He stopped you before you grabbed the door handle. “You didn’t tell me your name--”

“--That’s something you don’t need to know.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darling, is there anything that I can get you?”

Your manager swept a caring hand to hold you by the small of your back.

“No, thank you though, love.” You shone brightly back to him.

“Just let me know? So far we’ve got a queue for you. Four gentlemen and three ladies. I expect that the tips tonight will be generous...it’s payday.”

You politely nodded. “Of course.”

“Have you been having a hard time with any of the new faces?”

You took a sip of your brandy. “Some of them have some mouth, but I’ll make them dignified. You can trust me.”

“I always do.” He gently kissed your cheek. “Ah, I forgot to mention, one of your customers brought you a gift. It’s in your dressing room; he wants you to wear it for your dance tonight.”

“I do love gifts.”

“Go get ready darling, you haven’t got much more time.”

Once you were in your dressing room, a medium sized white box waited for you on your vanity. There was no labels; no indication that it was from a luxurious brand. You opened it, and the shirt was wrapped in light pink tissue paper. It was too short to be a robe, but it was silk and white with buttons that looked more decorative rather than useful. You figured it must have been your customer’s: many of them got off to you wearing their clothes. It wasn’t your usual style, but you knew how to make anything work.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“And for our last act of the night: the wonderful, the illustrious...”

You walked out to the silent stage: meant only for you, the stage lights yellow, shrouding you in their brilliance. Your chest was bare, save for the silky shirt falling off your shoulders. They were cheering for you, throwing paper bills at you and calling your name, but you couldn’t hear them at all. You had never felt so whole in your life since being on the stage. It seemed like the rest of your days were just spent chasing some kind of feeling that merely resembled that.

Barefoot, you pranced along the stage, twirling like a ballerina even, letting the shirt billow up just so they could see your perky bottom. With all of their eyes on you, you felt like an absolute vision--like an ethereal being, desired, but impossibly attainable.

The jazz song played on by the live players, a muted trumpet and violins accompanied you. Your eyes swept across the blue velvet curtains of the booths, to every man and woman looking at you in awe. You let the shirt slip just a bit farther, revealing your back, winking. You never had to show them much. It was your charisma that they thirsted for--and that they could only get a small taste of.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darlin’ you’re a catch, an absolute catch.” Your manager snuck up behind you taking your makeup off to hand you the ridiculously fat stack of bills. “You keep us afloat baby, you know that I can’t thank you enough.” He bowed.

“Stop flattering me.” You remarked with a smirk. “I know.”

Your manager left, then the curtain to your room screeched again. He slowly stepped into the light, applauding slightly.

“He’s right you know? Even I can’t get enough of you.”

It was him, cocky smile, swept blonde hair and all.

“You again? I’m surprised that you even made it in here at all. Considering who you are.”

“What? The competition? You didn’t tell them about me, did you?”

You patted some serums into your face. “Better leave soon before they rid you of that handsome face of yours.”

“You saying that I’m handsome?” He snarked.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seeing you, I thought I made that clear? Isn’t that what you were doing when you came to my club?”

“Like what you saw?”

“I stand corrected.” He let up, advancing towards you at your vanity. “And you look just as stunning in my shirt as I thought you would.”

“Your...this is yours? How the hell did you mange that?”

“I have my ways.”

“I suppose you want it back then.”

“No...you can keep it...if you promise me one thing.”

“And what would that be?”

He reached out for your hands, which you tentatively took. He swept you up, pulling you into his chest with eyes dipped in lust.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He spoke onto your lips with heated breath.

You would’ve been lying if you had said his lips didn’t look appetizing.

“One more time.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’d want to fuck you again.”

“You haven’t been thinking of it too? My hands on your body...”He caressed your body down, “My lips on yours?” He pulled you in by the chin to carefully part your lips with his. “My dick filling you up?” He pulled you in closer to feel his pulsating dick. “You don’t think about it?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me. All you have to do is say it and I’m yours.”

“You’re looking to get killed if they know you’ve touched me.”

“I’d happily die for you.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that...Jisung.”

His lips fell to your neck where he pressed slow kisses onto it. “Just say it...”

The cool of his saliva on your skin met the air, tingling. You couldn’t believe you found yourself considering...

“I know you want to...”

“This won’t be a common occurrence.” You got out, suppressing your moans.

“Is that a yes?”

“...yes.”

“And we’ll see about that.” He slyly grinned, meeting your lips once again.

He swept you up, and your legs naturally wrapped around him. He carried you out of the dressing room to the main hall, pulling you both into the nearest booth, drawing the blue velvet curtains behind him. His eyes devoured you, casting aside his silk shirt that loosely clung to you. You threw your weight onto the table, opening your legs for him, inviting him. He chuckled a little at the action.

“I can imagine you must’ve been thinking of this as well then.” He kissed down your stomach, removing what underwear you were barely wearing. He kissed and sucked at the skin in your inner thighs, kindling your excitement. Spit gathered on his tongue, which he let drip down to your sex which glistened for him.

Your core begged for that feeling once again, that feeling only he could give you: the one that made you feel alive, like you weren’t just chasing some impossibility.

He lapped at you slowly with his tongue, awakening your whole body.

“I fucking want you.”

[heybeybey]

Kismet

Braindumped this yesterday so now you have this fic.

Thanks to @sleeperswakewriting and @anya-grace. They didn't really push me to write this. It's more like 2 people liked the idea and I'm weak for Rivetra so here you go.

Still dedicating this to the two of you for supporting my need for lolo (grandpa) levi + roller skating petra!! 🖤🧡

Pairing: Rivetra | Levi x Petra

Genre: Fluffy romance!!! Tooth-rotting fluff so sweet that I'm gonna write heartbreaking angst next to balance things out.

Summary: The ginger-haired waitress skates over to him, her pink skirt a flurry behind her. She stops beside his table and gives him a disarming smile. "Welcome to Kismet Diner! What will you be having today, sir?"

Okay, so this diner wasn't a shitty choice after all.

Or: 50s Diner Waitress! Petra x Retired Soldier! Levi Modern AU

[Also, if you wanna listen to the songs Levi was forced to listen to in this fic, here's the playlist.]

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Sweeter than candy on a stick Huckleberry, cherry or lime If you had a choice he'd be your pick But lollipop is mine

If he's going to listen to another most-likely-already-dead-woman belt out a cheery love song, Levi's sure he's going to finally pop a vein. He grumbles as the next track plays, grateful that this one is more on the mellow side so he can actually focus on his work.

Old school music on loop aside, Kismet Diner is actually pretty decent. They serve good food for an establishment that he thinks is trying way too hard to be a blast-from-the-past monstrosity.

Levi found the place by accident when he was out trying to find a place to work. He didn't feel like spending another evening inside his apartment and thought a change in scenery might help him decompress his mind.

Fucking codes just won't write itself, he thinks.

After wheeling himself around his new neighbourhood for a while, he found that this diner was the only thing open. Having no other choice, he found a spot for himself and settled in with his laptop.

He didn't expect that he'll be returning every night though.

(And that he'd be willing to listen to these cheesy retro love songs every time.)

From behind his laptop, he sneaks another glance at the bubbly server.

He distinctly remembers his first night here. A ginger-haired waitress skated over to him, her pink skirt a flurry behind her, as he settles in his chosen seat. She stopped beside his table and gave him a disarming smile. "Welcome to Kismet Diner! What will you be having today, sir?"

Okay, so this diner wasn't a shitty choice after all, he recalls thinking at that time.

It took him a moment or two to finally answer her and she diligently noted down his order. She flashed him one last smile after she promised that she'll bring his food over in five minutes.

He spent those five minutes feeling like a real creep because his eyes never left her.

It's been a few days since then and he watches her now as she picks up the leftovers from the table in front of his. She wishes a customer goodbye, and skates back to the counter.

"Petra! Think you can extend your shift a little bit? Rico called in sick," a voice from the counter calls out.

"Sure! Her shift's until 1 am right?" The ginger, Petra, replies.

And that's how Levi found himself staying at Kismet Diner until 1 am.

- - -

I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny You came along and you moved me honey I've changed my mind, this love is fine

"I think the customers like this song but I can't seem to place what the title is..." The rush hour has since lulled when Petra wonders out loud to the other waitress who's still in the kitchen.

He remembers this one. The older guys back in the military would belt it out when they're drunk as fuck on days when they're allowed to have a break. Frankly, it gave him a headache every time and he doesn't know how Erwin and all the other soldiers were able to take Pyxis seriously after his one-man concert.

He speaks up without thinking.

"Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis."

"Yes, that's the title!" Her eyes light up and she fully spins to face him. "You're into oldies music?"

Levi blinks, and for the first time in his life, he found his throat dry because she's finally talking to him fuck fuck fuck what will he say what was the question again.

"Uh... yeah, I guess?"

Wait, what?

She skates over to his table, a wide smile on her face. "That's so cool! I don't meet a lot of people my age who's still into the oldies. Even my dad teases me about it."

"Oh..."

"What's your name? I'm Petra, by the way. But I think you already know that," she grins sheepishly, pointing to her name plate. "I know I shouldn't really be talking to you but you're here every night so I thought it might be great to get to know our regular customers more."

He blinks up to her, trying to get a hold of himself before he fucks this up even more.

"Levi."

"Nice to meet you, Levi." She looks at her wristwatch and her surroundings, probably checking if there are more tables to cater to, before turning back to him. "My shift's over but I think you stay up late here, right? Mind if I sit with you? I haven't eaten dinner yet and I'd appreciate the company."

He gives her a shrug as his approval and she beams another smile before disappearing back to the kitchen. Petra comes back after a few minutes, still in her pink waitress uniform but without the cap and she also changed her skates to normal cream flats. She brought along a small bag and she unpacks it after sitting down at the chair in front of him.

What the hell is happening?

"Don't get me wrong. I love the food here but it's a bit overpriced if you ask me," she says as brings out her lunchbox. "Don't tell Nanaba that though."

"Wouldn't your boss fire you for randomly inviting yourself at a customer's table?"

"Nanaba? We go way back high school. She's the one who's pushing me to take breaks actually."

They sit in silence for awhile after that. Levi watches as she munches on her sandwich while he takes another sip of his coffee. Not knowing what to say, he just turns back to his laptop to type away. Petra, on the other hand, seems like a great conversationalist.

"So... what's your favorite?" She speaks up after having few bites into her dinner.

"Favorite?"

"Song? There's a lot of classics that deserve attention but I'm curious which one caught your attention."

Fuck.

His mind comes up blank until the image of his blonde best friend came to mind. Erwin knows about this old school shit. Not surprising because he's more ancient than Levi is.

What was that song Eyebrows belted out again when they went on that dreaded karaoke night? He recalls Erwin singing something after his cheating long-distance girlfriend finally broke up with him when they were allowed to call their loved ones.

"Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton stuck with me." He replies, again without thinking. She laughs out loud the moment the words were out his mouth and Levi frowns in indignation. "Oi, if you're going to laugh at my shitty taste in music then you can get your ass off my table."

"No, no." Petra wipes away a tear from her laughing. "I think it fits your grumpy 'get-off-my-lawn' grandpa vibe. What, someone broke your heart recently?"

"Grumpy grandpa?" Pretty smile and bubbly personality aside, he's starting to think this woman's a bit rude.

- - -

He's still back the next day though.

"Good evening, sir! Will you be having the usual?" Petra greets. He gives her a slight nod before wheeling himself to his spot. He watches as she flurries around during the dinner rush hour, skating from one table to another. She never loses her smile, even when one lady was being a bitch after Petra delivers the wrong milkshake.

Unlike the previous nights where he's content with just sneaking glances at the gorgeous waitress, Levi spends the next few hours gathering the courage to make a move.

Petra stayed in his table until closing time last night and he listened as she babbled on about all their menu offerings and how she likes creating the milkshakes and the coffee the best.

He'd like to think that they're somehow acquainted enough for him to maybe ask her out.

A look a-there, here she comes There comes that girl again Wanted to date her since I don't know when But she don't notice me when I pass

The booming music is only making him nervous, the cheesy lyrics is pissing him off and fuck, he really wants to punch the music player off right now.

Once Petra finally skates over to him though, setting down his usual black coffee and clubhouse sandwich, he takes his chance.

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Sir?" She blinks at him and he almost melts as he stares at her huge amber eyes.

"Uhm... you mentioned that you have Fridays off," he starts. "There's this fair that will be opening tomorrow night and I thought you might be into that. First day's the best time to go too while the crowd hasn't shit on the place yet."

The more he hears his words, the more he wants to kick himself with his still working leg.

He notices that a faint blush started to color her cheeks, eyes shifting down before she gives him a shy smile.

"I'd love to go with you, Levi."

- - -

"Wow, you..."

"Were able to hit them all?" He gears up to shoot the last can. "I was in the military."

"No wonder you have that cool scar!"

His eyes darkens a little bit at that, mind taking him back to the career-ending moment that led to where he is now.

Petra seems to notice his reaction. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's fine. It's been almost a year." He cuts her off. This day's supposed to be fun and he's not allowing his PTSD to take over his chances of charming a girl (which was already low at his current state, he thinks).

"That's amazing, son!" The guy manning the booth approaches him. "Feel free to pick any prize for the lady."

Petra looks down to him for approval, asking if she can pick a prize or if he'd rather pick one since it was him who won after all. He gives her a small smile, gesturing towards the display of prizes.

He watches as Petra buzzes around in excitement, deciding on whether she should get the elephant plushie or this creepy clown plushie that caught her attention for some godforsaken reason. (He pushes her to get the elephant one instead.)

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way

"Vanilla is still the best."

"You're boring," she retorts. "How can you only try mint chocolate just once in your life? You get refreshing and sweet dark chocolate at the same time. It's the best combination out there!"

"Yeah, if you like eating your toothpaste," he retorts back.

"Come on, just give it a chance?"

They're settled on a bench right now, his wheelchair parked next to the seat. They take this opportunity to have a conversation while they finish their ice cream.

He learns that she's currently finishing up a nursing degree and that she's working part-time at Kismet Diner to fund her studies. She has an obsession with mint chocolate ice cream, and that she truly loves skating outside of work because she also does roller derby on the weekends (with her boss Nanaba and another girl named Nifa). She's an only child and her dad currently lives in the countryside.

Levi tells her a little bit about himself too and he's glad that she respects his reserved nature. He doesn't tell her about his time in the military, only that he used to be a captain for a few years before he left. He also shared that he used to pursue a degree in Computer Science before dropping out halfway through to join the military. Since he left, his unfinished degree has been useful since he was able to find consistent freelance opportunities as a web developer.

That seems like the perfect job for someone who's anti-social as you, she notes and he gives her an unamused look.

He also finds out that he's actually ten years older than her, and he feels even more like an old man at that moment.

"Hey, I like your grumpy grandpa vibe," she teases him.

"You'd get along with Gabi and Falco."

"Who? Are they your kids?" Her eyes lights up when she takes note of his fond tone before it starts to narrow in suspicion. "You're not married are you?"

"What? Hell no. My hair would probably be gray now if they were." He says. "They're my neighbours. Both... what? 13 I think? They wouldn't stop pestering me since I moved into the complex a few months ago. Those two brats also won't stop calling me grandpa. Do I really look that old?"

"I'd say it's because of the wheelchair but it's actually your scowl that completes the look," she replies with a cheeky smile.

When they're done with their ice cream, Petra rolls him around while he holds on to her big-ass elephant plushie for her. He'd know she's excited about a booth in particular when he feels his wheelchair move faster towards their destination.

Throughout the night, she won them a bag of lollipops once and Petra insists he takes them home to Gabi and Falco. He, on the other hand, was surprised that his military background would be useful for something as useless as carnival games. His fast reflexes and sharp eye bagged them a few more wins, with the last game earning them a free popcorn.

- - -

Before they capped off the night, Petra (the retro lover that she is) led him to a nearby jazz club that she visited once. She insisted that it's on the way home so why not drop by? The atmosphere is more chill than Levi expected so at least he didn't have to listen to another upbeat bubblegum retro track.

"Come dance with me?" She says after a moment of watching the couples on the small dance floor.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm on a wheelchair for a reason."

"We can work around it." Ever the optimist, she leans down to try and help him stand up. "Lean yourself on me. I'll support you throughout."

Levi obliges, placing all of his weight on his working left leg while trusting the rest to Petra. He has his arms around and he tries to start moving with her.

He almost slips as he takes another step and in frustration, he attempts to sit down instead. "It's no use Petra-"

Petra's hold on him tightened. "Just trust me a little more Levi."

He sighs, attempting to stand again. They do find the right balance and rhythm on the second try and Levi breathes out in relief.

Soon, they're swaying to the music and Levi couldn't remember the last time he was upright like this, except for when he has to drag himself around with his crutch in the mornings.

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love

"Petra?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not really into oldies music."

"I know. I realized that when you only kept mentioning the famous hits."

"Huh."

"I actually cringed when you said you liked Mr. Lonely."

"Shut up." She giggles at that and they finally sway in companionable silence, taking in the slow beat.

When the music stops, Petra reaches up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. He feels his face warm up, throat bobbing as he stares dumbly at her.

"Thanks for tonight, Levi." - - -

Levi goes back to Kismet Diner the next day, and the day after that. He's there every night and she's always the one who takes and serves his order.

He'd accompany her as she eats her late-night dinner on his table and he sometimes brings her some cookies he baked that morning. Nanaba would throw Petra a smirk here and there whenever she serves his table or when Petra clocks off to have dinner with him.

"Your captain's here," he once heard the taller woman whisper to Petra once the door closes to signal his entrance.

Levi would order the same black coffee and clubhouse combination that Petra eventually offered him to try other things on the menu. "Come on, it's on the house! Why can't you just try other options?"

Love me tender, love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so

One morning three months into getting to know each other, Levi wakes up feeling contentment wash over him when he smells that she's brewing his usual order from his own apartment kitchen.

Petra enters his room beaming a few minutes later, black coffee and a plate of pancakes in each hand. He distinctly notes that she's playing her retro love songs on loud speaker again and he's long since given up on stopping her.

She leans down to place his breakfast on the side table and she starts peppering kisses from his scarred cheek up to the affected blind eye.

"Good morning Levi!" He wholeheartedly accepts both the breakfast and the kisses, hooking his arm around her waist and cuddling closer to her as he sits up in bed.

He takes her in and finds that he slightly misses the pink uniform and roller skates she dons while she serves him at the diner... but he won't deny that he definitely prefers seeing her draped in nothing but his slightly oversized white shirt instead. "Morning."

🧡🧡🧡🧡 ehehe send fic requests here if you'd like

[ladyvesuvia]

congrats on 200 ves!!! that's awesomeee

ok i love this thing 📼 so here goesss

i'm a girl, and a gryffindor, enfj, and libra. (idk if that means anything to u but imma just pile those on LMAO)

when i ask people to describe me in one word, they usually say bubbly, righteous, or fiery!

i love to read, dance, listen to music, hang out with friends, and volunteer!

i’m very much an overachiever, and there are a lot of expectations on me to do well, but sometimes all that pressure gets really stressful & i also tend to hide sadness with jokes

oki dokie!! that's all i've got

anddd do u think u could pick the character? so it's like it gets mixed into a ship LMAO

thank u!!

thank u rosie 😔💗

🍪 chocolate chip ships -> sis u get james potter <3 / i also considered fred weasley deeply and if u prefer him dw the songs are bendy ;)) jk dont mind that joke i just mean like it’s applicable to both sjsndbs but mostly james potter tho

📼 theme song -> bb you are a literal queen omfg you’d probably be a prefect 😔✋🏻

OK SO I’M GETTING THESE VIBES SINCE JAMES IS A LITERAL TROUBLEMAKER. He’d think at some point that he’s not good enough cos he’s this and you’re ✨that✨ just- *inhales in sad delusional girl air*

imagine just berating him in the common room and he realizes how perfect u are like..!.$/&2829 which is why i’m also giving u one of my fav songs that i straight up just used for a songfic hHHAHAHAA but yep u get this my babes

omfg hope u like it!!! <3

join my picnic!

[crying-overit-all]

im kinda bored rn so imma just do this lol

1. song i discovered this month- lets go by stuck in the sound

2. a song that always makes me smile- dream boy by waterparks, that song is always going hard

3. a song that makes me cry- heroes by david bowie

4. song ik all the words to- holding onto you by twenty one pilots

5. a song that proves i have good taste- uhh music taste is subjective technically no one has good taste 🧍‍♀️

6. a song title in all lowercase- wonderful life by bring me the horizon

7. a song title in all uppercase- like a rockstar by chase atlantic

8. an underrated song- idk like i said music is subjective

9. song title with three words- plug in baby by muse

10. a song from my childhood- break your heart by taio cruz. what a throwback

11. a song that reminds me of summer- borderline by tame impala, though ive never experienced a summer listening to it, i think it fits the summer vibe

12. a song i feel embarrassed listening to- anything by the smiths lmaoo theyre a guilty pleasure

13. the first song that plays on shuffle- i dont have one big playlist i just have little individual ones lol

14. a song that someone showed me- the cult of dionysus by the orion experience

15. a song from a movie soundtrack- fox on the run by sweet (from the guardians of the galaxy soundtrack)

16. a song with no words- waltz of the flowers by pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

17. a song about being 17- icarus by with confidence (its not about being seventeen but its mentioned a few times)

18. a song that reminds me of someone- wish you were gay by billie eilish reminds me of a group of friends i have

19. a song to drive to- i dont even have a drivers permit bc i cant find where to get it on the dmv website smh

20. a song with a number in the title- 100 bad days by ajr

21. a song i listen to at 3am- im up at three am almost everyday and i listen to a lot of music during that time, nothing specific. its almost three am rn and im listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey lol

22. a song with a long title- london beckoned songs about money written machines by panic at the disco

23. a song with a color in the title- blue velvet by bobby vinton

24. a song ive had stuck in my head- none at the moment

25. a song in a different language- una mañana by josé josé

26. a song that helps you fall asleep- i cant fall asleep to music anymore

27. a song that describes how i feel right now- i dont really listen to music that describes how i feel about stuff lol

28. a song i used to hate but love now- heaven knows im miserable now by the smiths

29. a song i want/have downloaded- when i used a mobile i had the whole three cheers for sweet revenge album by my chemical romance downloaded on itunes i miss it

30. a song i want to share- hm im not really sure if i have one lol

[nerianasims]

Billboards #1 1962

Under the cut.

Joey Dee And The Starliters – “Peppermint Twist – Part 1″ -- January 27, 1962

This is a version of The Twist that apparently exists to promote/capitalize on The Peppermint Lounge, a big New York club run by a mafioso. It was formerly a gay bar. I'd love to read a full history of the place. The song just sort of... exists.

Gene Chandler – “Duke Of Earl” -- February 17, 1962

I have a personal problem with this song. My dad loved it. Which means I was sick to death of it by the time I was 12. I cannot even try to be fair to it.

Bruce Channel – “Hey! Baby” -- March 10, 1962

We played this and sang the chorus in high school band at basketball games. So um. The harmonica part is good. Also when I hear it, it's weighted with waaaay more sexual tension and general drama than is actually within the song. Trying to separate my memories from it, I think it's pretty good.

Connie Francis – “Don’t Break The Heart That Loves You” -- March 31, 1962

Slow and twangy. The narrator's s.o. is flirting with others and being careless. Connie sings with a lot of emotion. One of the lines in the spoken word section is, "Love is life's greatest joy." While I connect with that line, in the context of Connie Francis' eternally heart-broken oeuvre it's pretty hilarious. Too schmaltzy by a degree, with no bite at all.

Shelly Fabares – “Johnny Angel” -- April 7, 1962

Fabares was good on Coach. Not in this song so much. The backup singers are far more interesting. It's a song about having a crush on a guy who doesn't even know she exists. Which is relatable up to the point where other guys call her for dates and she doesn't bother with them because she'd rather sit around dreaming about this guy. Of course, if she actually talked to him she might find out he's a person and not an angel. That kind of thing drove me nuts when my friends did it in high school, so I'm not kindly disposed to this song.

Elvis Presley – “Good Luck Charm” -- April 21, 1962

Elvis sounds like he's doing an Elvis impression in this thing. It's hard to pay attention to what he's singing when it's so overladen with schtick. Irritating.

The Shirelles – “Soldier Boy” -- May 5, 1962

The narrator is in love with a soldier boy. That's it, he's a soldier boy and she loves him -- there's no implied fear or heartache in it. This was around the beginning of the Vietnam War, so I feel bad about what I'm about to say. This song is like nails on a chalkboard to me. The way The Shirelles sing the song, they sound about ten years old. Though I don't know how else they could have sung this melody, which I can't call anything but childish. The Shirelles were capable of so much better than this.

Mr. Acker Bilk – “Stranger On The Shore” -- May 26, 1962

It's a clarinet instrumental. I suppose smooth jazz, but so smooth that I'm not sure "jazz" is the right term. I like it though. It's easy to listen to it, relax, and imagine yourself being swept up by a stranger on the shore. Just a nice little song.

Ray Charles – “I Can’t Stop Loving You” -- June 2, 1962

Ray, I will never stop loving you. In this song, the narrator has lost his love and is determined to live in his memories of yesterday. And, as with all Ray Charles' songs, I believe him entirely. Even with the very 1962 chorus in the background, which only serves to highlight his raw and honest style.

David Rose – “The Stripper” -- July 7, 1962

It's an instrumental. It's that instrumental. You have heard it many, many times. Wailing horns that somehow leer, along with boom-ta-tish. This was a #1 hit? I guess strip clubs back then could send songs to the top of the charts too.

Bobby Vinton – “Roses Are Red (My Love)” -- July 14, 1962

Bored. The woman this guy dated in high school married someone else and he's looking at a picture of the baby she had with the other guy. It could make for a good country song. But as it is, the music is unbearably gloopy.

Neil Sedaka – “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do” -- August 11, 1962

I'm trying to remember if there were as many breakup/heartbreak songs that were massive hits when I was in high school and still paying attention to hits as there were the first few years of the Billboard charts. I'm gonna say no. Anyway, this guy doesn't want to break up because it's hard to do. He doesn't sound too upset, and definitely not romantic. He's not happy either -- just kinda whiny. Meh.

Little Eva – “The Loco-Motion” -- August 25, 1962

It's The Loco-Motion. Which I don't think I've ever actually done, as many times as I've danced to this song. It's still a good dance song.

Tommy Roe – “Sheila” -- September 1, 1962

It's about how much this guy loves Sheila. He sure calls her "little" and "little girl" a lot. "We're so doggone happy". Musically there's nothing wrong with the song. It's the lyrics. I find them incredibly annoying.

The Four Seasons – “Sherry” -- September 15, 1962

Sha-aaa-aaa-aa-aa-aa-rie bay-ay-bee. If you hate falsetto, you'll hate this song. While it seems to be a traditional peppy teenage love song, the way Frankie Valli sings it almost tips it over into novelty territory. I find it fun and irritating at the same time.

Bobby “Boris” Pickett And The Crypt-Kickers – “Monster Mash” -- October 20, 1962

It's a novelty song, but a great one. "Great" and "novelty song" aren't supposed to go together. Let alone "classic" and "novelty song." But this one does it. I've heard it many times every October of my life, and I still like it even though it interferes with my birthday. I think that's because it's also a really good dance song.

The Crystals – “He’s A Rebel” -- November 3, 1962

Apparently the version of this song that became a hit was by The Blossoms, led by Darlene Love, and not The Crystals. It's Phil Spector's fault because of course it is. And here's where I get to say: Phil Spector is this towering legend musically. (And towering monster morally.) But there are plenty of times I don't like his "wall of sound," and this is one of them. It sounds overproduced and headache-inducing. Since it gives me actual pain, I can't listen to it enough to decide what I think of it, other than that Darlene Love deserved better.

The Four Seasons – “Big Girls Don’t Cry -- November 17, 1962

Valli's falsetto in this one makes me actually angry. It doesn't help that the lyrics do too. At first, they're good, with the narrator being shocked that his girlfriend doesn't cry when he dumps her. But then she's crying in the last verse, because who wouldn't be upset over losing a screeching, shouting manchild? I like to think she's crying over having wasted any time at all with this jackass. Or maybe she heard his falsetto and now she has a headache.

The Tornados – “Telstar” -- December 22, 1962

Well this is weird. It's a space age instrumental. I am in favor of weird, but I don't like whatever keyboard setting is used through most of the song. It's yet another headache for me. It's also an obnoxiously peppy song, like you WILL be happy or you will be taken away for processing.

BEST OF 1962: "I Can't Stop Loving You." Nothing else comes close. Worst of 1962: "Big Girls Don't Cry."

[varietywritings]

Esme and Draco’s Playlist

Yes, three posts in one night. We’re trying.

This one is a tad bit depressing, but it’s the perfect playlist for Esme Prewett (my OC in Solace) and Draco Malfoy. 

Just Once by James Ingram | Biggest Part of Me by Ambrosia | Making Love Out of Nothing at all by Air Supply | Save Me by Queen | Hard to Say I’m Sorry by Chicago | Let It Be by The Beatles | Love of My Life by Queen | Woman by John Lennon | How Deep is Your Love by Bee Gees | Even the Nights Are Better by Air Supply | More Than I Can Say by Leo Sayer | Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon | What’s Love Got to Do with It by Tina Turner | Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship | Open Arms by Journey | Now I’m Here by Queen | Listen to Your Heart by Roxette | Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Taylor | Say You, Say Me by Lionel Richie | I Want to Hold You in My Dreams Tonight by Stella Parton | You’re My Best Friend by Queen | Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper | I Want to Know What Love Is by Foreigner | Glory of Love by Peter Cetera | I Was Born to Love You by Queen | Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx | Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka | You’re the Inspiration by Chicago | Alone by Heart | Somebody to Love by Queen | Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley | Yesterday by the Beatles | Dedicated to the One I Love by The Mamas & The Papas | Faith by George Michael | Faithfully by Journey | Unforgettable by Nat King Cole | Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John | The Times They Are A-Changin’ by Bob Dylan | I Want to Hold Your Hand by the Beatles | The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson | A Teenager in Love by Dion & The Belmonts | Ain’t No Mountain by Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell | Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton | The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra | You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles | I Like The Way You Love Me by Brenton Wood | When I Need You by Leo Sayer | Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel | Don’t Give Up On Us by David Soul | Doing All Right by Smile | Baby It’s You by The Beatles | There’s A Place by The Beatles | The Things We Do For Love by 10cc

Again, sorry we suck, but more content will be coming your way soon. We promise.

-Ghost

[motownfiction]

katie’s clown

Steph drives home for dinner with Katie in the passenger seat. Judy sits in the backseat, cooing along with the music on the radio. At just nine months of age, she’s already fond of “Mr. Lonely.” Her father’s daughter, Katie jokes, and Steph wonders if she knows how much it means to hear her say that.

When Bobby Vinton ends, “Cathy’s Clown” begins.

Don’t want your love anymore / Don’t want your kisses / That’s for sure …

“I love this song!” Steph and Katie say at the same time, which sends them into a laughing fit much younger than themselves. That’s what new love will do.

“Amazing,” Steph says. “How did we not know this about each other?”

“I don’t know,” Katie says. “I guess we don’t spend a lot of time listening to The Everly Brothers. We’re not grandmothers.”

“Lucy listens to The Everly Brothers.”

“Lucy is a grandmother.”

“Point taken.”

Steph stops the car at a red light and turns to look at Katie. Pretty Katie, humming an old song louder than she realizes. That’s the best way to describe Katie, she thinks. Louder than she realizes. More stunning. More important.

“What are you thinking about?” Steph asks.

“Oh, not much,” Katie says, turning almost as red as her hair. “Just … in high school, when I’d see you on the football field in that stretch between eating lunch and going back to class, I’d kinda sing this song in my head about you. Something about ‘you know a man can’t crawl’ and ‘he’s not a man at all.’ I wasn’t dissing Sam or anything – especially not now that he’s no longer with us – but I kept thinking … I don’t know, it was stupid.”

“I’ll bet it wasn’t.”

Katie takes a breath and bites her bottom lip like she’s still fifteen.

“Alright,” she says. “I thought maybe … maybe one day you were going to look around and realize that the right person for you … wasn’t a man at all. That it was. You know. Me.”

Steph beams. Before the light can turn green, she leans over and kisses Katie on the cheek – something she wished she could do a long time ago.

“I think I’d go onto the football field to see you,” Steph says.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t think I would have admitted to myself or anything. But I think I liked you. Even then. I spent a lot of time thinking about your hair. Just took me a while to realize it wasn’t just envy.”

Katie really blushes at that one.

“Just call me Katie’s clown.”

When Katie laughs, Steph laughs. And when Steph laughs, little Judy coos from her carseat. It’s one of those moments you never want to leave, but the beauty is in the quickness. The fleeting.

“I think I might,” Katie says. “Sounds like a good name to me.”

[clandestinegardenias]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

AHHHhhh thank you for tagging me @evil-moonlight !!! I love doing these things, so this will probably be WAY TOO detailed...

favorite color: the color of the water in this photo

Currently reading: 

1) Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (with @stormyoceans for all of our VegasPete AU needs). I mean...get a LOAD of this quote: 

“He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol” 

...but also this quote: 

“I have always noticed that you were a sort of pet of his” 

AND ALSO THIS QUOTE: 

“The sarcasm that had repelled, the harshness that had startled me once, were only like keen condiments in a choice dish: their presence was pungent, but their absence would be felt as comparatively insipid”

2) Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont by Elizabeth Taylor 

My summary: Mrs. Palfrey, a very British widow used to a cushy life, must settle into her later years at a hotel that serves as a stop-over for the elderly before they go into nursing care. Their lives revolve around visitors--when Mrs. Palfrey’s grandson fails to answer her invitation to dinner, she is faced with so much shame that she invites a random stranger from the street to pose in his place. They form a bond, but what happens when the actual grandson enters the picture? A devastating, yet often humorous, look at what it means to get older and how one can come of age at any time. 

3) Medallion Status by John Hodgman

My summary: John Hodgman of the Judge John Hodgman podcast, who you may also know as the actor who played the PC in those old PC vs. Mac commercials, grapples with D-list fame, privilege, and family. 

Last song: I’ve had the following two on rotation all afternoon, and the drastic tonal shift is somehow soothing me. I’ve also been on a Bobby Vinton kick and listening to Lizzo’s new album on repeat.

 I Wish You Love by Sam Goode

And in July a lemonade

To cool you in some leafy glade

I wish you health, oh and more than wealth

I wish you love

Like a Prayer by Madonna

Life is a mystery 

Everyone must stand alone

I hear you call my name 

And it feels like home

Last series:

1) Kinnporsche, obvs

2) Better Call Saul

Last movie: 

Uhhhhhhhhhh I don’t really watch many movies!! When I had COVID a while ago I watched Dirty Dancing, Sleepless in Seattle, Some Like it Hot, and A League of Their Own. 

Currently working on: Knitting this hat , making presentations for an academic conference I have in a few days, prepping my class for the fall semester, and trying to wrangle my body and brain into finishing my fanfic WIPs--a multi-chapter Beyond Evil casefic and a oneshot VegasPete clothes-sharing thing. 

If any of ya’ll are interested I tag @stormyoceans @likeabook and @happyminyards

[aion-rsa]

Godzilla vs. Kong Review

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Thirty-eight minutes. That’s how long you have to wait for the good stuff in Godzilla vs. Kong. And by good stuff, I of course mean the sight of a gorilla punching a lizard so hard that the aircraft carrier beneath them buckles from the impact. It’s the image Legendary Pictures and Warner Bros. have been building toward for the better part of a decade in their four-film MonsterVerse saga. Yet now that it’s here, it arrives less like the crescendo of an epic shared universe than it does as a late night B-movie on cable TV. But B-movies starring Godzilla and King Kong have always had their charms, and this is the first one with an astronomical budget to realize them.

As the shortest of Legendary’s MosnterVerse movies, Godzilla vs. Kong is also the slightest, with a multitude of humanoids running around shouting about Hollow Earths and gravitational inversions. But the viewer never loses the thread, even when the movie does: they’re merely ants scurrying over a framework which has been heavily tinkered with in post-production. As a consequence, the speaking characters have never been less engaging in the four MonsterVerse movies. They’ve also never been more efficiently disposed of—after those crucial 38 minutes—than by this dazzling collection of Kaiju battles.

Narratively, Godzilla vs. Kong is a muddle that’s been cut to the bone; visually, however, director Adam Wingard and his legion of animators have created the most dynamic giant monster fisticuffs to ever come out of the west. It’s the kind of movie that takes palpable joy in the way Hong Kong’s neon skyline catches the jagged edges of Godzilla’s silhouette in pinks and yellows. It’s also the kind of movie which then takes a greater joy in the big guy knocking that skyline down with Kong’s face.

You already know if you’re in or you’re out.

The mumbo jumbo that facilitates the fight night has something to do with the “Hollow Earth” theory from Kong: Skull Island and Godzilla: King of the Monsters. After Godzilla attacks Florida—seemingly while unprovoked—Dr. Nathan Lind (Alexander Skarsgård) becomes convinced that the only thing that can stop him is an energy source at the center of the Earth. But to get there, they’re going to need Kong, the great ape of Skull Island, who for some time has been in captivity thanks to Monarch (the SHIELD of the MonsterVerse).

Skull Island has been destroyed, by the by, due to intense electrical storms. Kong and a native child named Jia (Kaylee Hottle), who he communicates with via sign language, are the lone survivors. But Dr. Lind and Kong’s keeper, Dr. Ilene Andrews (Rebecca Hall), are undaunted by these developments. After all, they’ve deduced the center of the Earth is just like Skull Island, and a perfect new home for Kong. Obviously. But to prove this Jules Verne theory, they’re going to need to transport Kong across international waters… and challenge Godzilla’s territorial opinion that no gorillas should be allowed off their island. A vigorous debate ensues.

Among Godzilla vs. Kong’s many delights, the story is not one of them. With broad characterizations as baffling as all six feet and four inches of Skarsgård’s Norse god physique being cast as a nebbish scientist, the tagline of the movie might as well have been “just go with it.” And luckily there is another, better story Wingard crafts around the eighth wonder of the world.

Nothing but scrappy vulnerability and lonely gazes, Wingard’s Kong makes it clear why there is no “King” in the title. He’s the underdog of the movie, introduced as a gentle soul who’d rather roll in the grass and listen to Elvis Presley and Bobby Vinton standards (no, really) than engage in mortal combat. Even his relationship with Jia suggests this is a mellower, more paternal Kong than the original 1933 ape, who’s eye for humans played a little more lewd. When it finally comes time to rumble, Kong’s perpetually overwhelmed by the fire-breathing dragon. This is unsurprising in the first round, given Zilla’s underwater advantage, but even in the ruins of Hong Kong, the ape seems outmatched as Godzilla strikes, moving in like a Komodo Dragon who’s cornered its prey.

It gives Kong the unlikely arc of Rocky Balboa: he’s a lovable small-time bruiser who just needs to go the distance with the champ. Conversely, it reduces the hero of the last two Godzilla movies to little more than a scaly bully, picking on a monster outside his weight class. No matter how you look at it though, it is far more entertaining than scenes of Skarsgård and Hall in their anti-gravity vehicles, which basically appear ready made for a Universal Studios attraction next year—and the less said about the C-plot to nowhere involving Millie Bobby Brown, Brian Tyree Henry, and Julian Dennison, the better.

This juxtaposition of grandly goofy spectacle and silly melodrama ironically brings Godzilla vs. Kong most in line with its Japanese forebears. Toho movies, particularly in the late Shōwa era of the 1960s and ‘70s, embraced the outlandish with their human characters because they knew those scenes were otherwise just filler. Wingard and Warner Bros. have apparently reached the same conclusion in their rush to the action.

And whether it’s Pacific sunset smackdowns or neon knockouts, the action in this movie is well-lit, clear, and cheerfully excessive. It’s the most brutal carnage in all of the MonsterVerse, and about a million miles from Gareth Edwards’ 2014 Godzilla, which had an intense fixation with the human perspective of looking up. Godzilla vs. Kong doesn’t care about the human perspective, anymore than a child cares for the points-of-view of the Legos they’re smashing. Thus the level of urban destruction is so giddy and indulgent that it recalls the wildest Shōwa era donnybrooks where there was always one more cardboard temple to topple.

There’s a scene where Kong picks up a fiery 50-foot axe and swings it into his enemy’s neck. I wish I saw it in IMAX.

Early in the movie, a stock evil industrialist (Demián Bichir) says, “I love crazy ideas. They’ve made me rich.” He must be loaded by the end of this movie.

Godzilla vs. Kong opens in theaters and premieres on HBO Max on Friday, March 31.

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