#chateau lobby 4 (in c for two virgins)

[hairtusk]

note from the inner sleeve of 'i love you honeybear' / lyrics from chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins)

[kaleidoscopic-adoration]

being mentally ill abt tloml again boys

[moongreenlight]

It's WIP Wednesday and I'm thinking so hard about “Chateau Lobby #4 (In C for Two Virgins)” by Father John Misty that my head explodes.

Retired!Price x Divorcee/single mom!reader (titles are hard who cares)

Cw/Tw: Pressure to perform sex/sexual acts

Little 1k blurb that ends right before the smut because I just got done ovulating and the thought of writing about cock and dick is not in the cards rn.

There was never much time to date while John was working. Never enough of him to occupy all of his work and pleasure. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to spread himself thin enough to coat the surface of all his wants.

He tried for a few years, early, when he could stay out late and still feel alright putting in a full day’s work the next morning. But he’s a romantic at heart. Never found much appeal to a fast-and-loose lifestyle and eventually stopped looking for trouble in places he would find it.

He was now alone, but with more time to figure out what he really wanted after retiring. Had more of himself to portion out. Pursued his hobbies. Picked up odd contracting jobs out of a need to keep himself busy. Found trouble with a single mother and recent divorcee who hired him off of an online ad because she needed help with a few things around her new house.

He knew he was in for it the moment she opened the door. Asked her out while he was half inside a cupboard under her sink. She said no twice.

Third time’s the charm.

She must have been put on one of those religious conveyor belts and turned out like she was on a factory line- that or she had parents to piss off. Married, turned out two kids, and split young. Must have been straight out of high school, because now that the divorce is finalized she’s cheating her way through a business degree at the community college around her day job.

Still carries some of that youth and innocence in her even though she’s only a year or two his junior. In the way she snorts when she laughs and hastily covers it up by holding the back of her hand over her mouth. The three times already tonight she’s prefaced that she doesn’t kiss on the first date and she’s got a strict rule about no ‘secondary locations.’ It’s charming. Like she’s spending any fleeting moment of free time discovering herself.

And is he glad she’s wasting her precious time on him. Even more glad he caught her on a weekend where her ex had the kids, though the idea of introducing himself to her house, her innocence, her little family, was fucking intoxicating. Made him forget the two fingers of whiskey sitting up right of his plate.

He gets so tipsy on the thought of besting her rules that he can’t help but push his luck after she- ever so delicately- refused the waiter trying to drop a dessert menu at the edge of the table.

“Cheap date.”

A snort from her. She has to pull her lips away from the rim of her wine glass to stifle it. House, even though it’ll give her a headache, she says. Couldn’t possibly bring herself to spend a dime of his money further than what was necessary. Darling thing. He’d love to see how far that ‘good girl’ act went. How much pressure it could handle.

She’d probably pull him in warm. Gooey in the middle when he finally got her spread open.

“Wasn’t out to test your fiscal limits”

She dabs the corner of her smile with a napkin. It’s his turn to laugh now.

“Shame. Half my appeal is the restaurant.”

She falters for a breath. Her eyes go a bit wide, like she’s suddenly worried she hasn’t thanked him enough. Hasn’t been good enough to please him. The thought makes him ball his hand into a fist to distract from the tightness in his slacks.

“Gosh, John, and it is such a nice place. Dinner was fantastic. Thank you, really.”

Her fingers curl around his fist. She has to stretch a bit to reach him from across the table. Her fingertips don’t touch even when she tries to wrap her hand around his. Earnest is thick on her voice now. It honeys her tone. He wonders if when she pulls away she’ll leave a sugary stickiness on his skin.

He tsks, a smile flirting across his mouth. Unable to help himself. A hungry stray being tossed a hot meal.

“And how impressive would it have’t be if I had my heart set on bringing you ‘round t’mine for a nightcap?”

She wrinkles her nose at that, though there’s a glittering of humor in her eyes when she gives his hand a kittenish slap.

“You couldn’t afford it.”

Sharp as a tack.

He has to clench his jaw shut to keep from sinking his teeth into her. They ache to see if she’s candy-floss all the way through.

“No?”

“Dinner was fantastic, John. Thank you.”

She throws him a warning glance with that. There’s the faintest outline of severity blurring into the soft edges of her voice. He digs his nails into his palm.

“M’I that bad to talk to?”

He’s pulling out stops now. Ignoring the chirping alarm sounding in the back of his skull that tells him that he should be able to pick out if he’s insisting for the right reasons or not.

She’s more difficult to guilt a second time. Rolls her eyes and starts folding her napkin on the side of her plate.

“Must be.”

She is fucking delectable.

Trouble. Everything about her. Every new layer he peels back sets him ablaze. He’s smoldering in his chair, waiting for the smoke curling off the crown of his head to set off the smoke detectors.

It takes some effort, but he’s able to get her to settle on him coming ‘round to hers after dinner. ‘One drink, John. I’m serious.’ She digs her heels in a bit, but he’d already made his mind up. He’d have her. Tuck her in a paper bag and take his dessert to-go.

She makes him turn away when she punches the code into her garage opener. Says the remote in her car is dead, and while he looks around the edges of the house for security cameras, he makes a note to come back and get both of those things taken care of for her. Doesn’t like the thought of her alone in her driveway after work tired and vulnerable.

Never mind if she had to step out in the rain. Sugar melts.

He tries to convince her to sit on the couch with him while she nurses a weak pour of wine, she refuses. Sits on a plush armchair catty-corner to him in the living room and smiles while shakes her head.

“Not used to being told no?”

It’s less of a question than it is a plain statement. A surface-level observation. It should strike him as an insult, but watching the words fall from her pretty mouth made pride swell in his chest.

“Should I be?”

Trouble. He’s inching toward the line.

“You’d think.”

He wonders what she would think if he took her down to the studs. Not much of anything- if he was lucky.

[jagged-eclectic]

[gloriadenton]

was that poetry? [a Harryanthe playlist]

Catalyst • Kyla La Grange

Oh, nobody caught me yet I hope that you will

I Would Hurt A Fly • Ane Brun

Let you go to sleep Feeling bad as me

Stay Soft • Mitski

Tell me what you want To burn away 'Cause I could be your stoker

Lucretia My Reflection • Unwoman

We got the empire, now as then We don't doubt, we don't take direction Lucretia, my reflection

Hardest of Hearts • Florence + The Machine

Hold on to your heart Because I'm coming to break you

Crane Your Neck • Lady Lamb

And I placed my palm upon your collarbone And I wished to fall asleep deep in your marrow

Sympathy for the Devil • The Indelicates

Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin

Burn Alive • The Last Dinner Party

You made me bite my tongue And now there’s blood in my glass

As the World Falls Down • Girl in a Coma

Within your eyes I'll place the sky Within your eyes

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene • Hozier

Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

Chateau Lobby #4 (in C for Two Virgins) • Father John Misty

I wanna take you in the kitchen Lift up your wedding dress, someone was probably murdered in

Laid • The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone

Leather and Lace • Stevie Nicks

I need you to love me, I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

Mastermind • Taylor Swift

And I swear I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

[ronsenburg]

Here's my sy/vix week plan, because I keep losing the prompts:

*Day 1: Touch-Starved HOT TO GO! - Chappel Roan No one’s touched me there in a damn hot minute! War does funny things to a person when it stretches on this long. All that killing and dying and killing and dying can make you think a little too hard about your own mortality, linger a little too long on all those things you never did or said. At least, Sylvain thinks that’s what this is. It’s always been hard to tell with Felix. (Or, back at the monastery after 5 years, Felix is H-O-T-T-O-G-O and Sylvain’s not sure what to do with that.)

*Day 2: Jealousy AND Day 3: (Not Actually) Unrequited Love Want Want - Maggie Rogers Oh, can we take this slow? Everybody's always known, but I didn't want to admit. Sylvain and Mercedes are (fake) engaged. Of course, this doesn’t bother Felix at all. Sylvain deserves to be happy and, if anyone can manage to accomplish that, it’s Mercedes. That roiling feeling in his stomach that shoves its way to the surface whenever he watches Sylvain look at her with softness in his eyes isn’t jealousy. It isn’t Sylvain’s problem either. Felix can deal with it, just like he always does.

Day 4: Scars Better Than I Know Myself - Del Water Gap Scared to tell you that I don't want you to leave. 'Cause I know you could. Yeah, I know you could. Loving someone was supposed to be the easy part, the start of the happily ever after. But how could it be? With the people they are, with the lives they’ve led? Things keep getting in the way.

*Day 5: Awkward Intimacy AND Domestic Chateau Lobby #4 (in C for Two Virgins) - Father John Misty What’s going on for, uh, what are you doing with your whole life? How about forever? Modern AU. Sometimes virginity can be a person who’s never had sex AND someone who’s had a lot of sex, but none that mattered. First times in first apartments in first real relationships. I bet Sylvain is tall enough to sit Felix on the bathroom vanity. I bet Felix is the type of person that comes apart so completely he loses track of his limbs. Someone is going to end up in the ER with a broken nose, and someone else is never going to live that down.

Day 6: Nothing is speaking to me here :(

*Day 7: Reincarnation AU Kaleidoscope - Fenech-Soler I know I can hear you, a ghost in my mind. “Ow.” The single occupancy restroom is large in the corporate leftist, faux-handicap-accessible way. Sylvain sits in the middle of the floor, one hand pressed against the cold, ambiguously colored tiles while the other stuffs a blood soaked wad of hand towels into his left nostril. His eyes, however, never leave Felix. Felix, who is standing at the bathroom’s sink and examining his own split knuckles as the water flows over them, carefully not meeting Sylvain’s eyes in the mirror. (Or, I took an axe to the ribs for you, the least you could do is say ‘thank you’.)

[pumpkinnsoda]

HANNIGRAM.

[syoemei]

cherik playlist

(breakdown below) 1. love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse 2. chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins) - father john misty 3. golden brown - the stranglers 4. each coming night - iron & wine 5. blackbird - the beatles 6. achilles come down - gang of youths 7. 3. stock - annenmaykantereit 8. simulation swarm - big thief 9. your ex-lover is dead - stars

this playlist follows first class until days of future past (before the timeline changes with logan's interference). mostly from erik's perspective.

1. love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse

and people say she's crazy and her life's a mystery

this is charles and erik meeting, erik not quite sure what to make of this strange man but nevertheless captivated.

2. chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins) - father john misty

dating for 20 years just feels pretty civilian

literally what they end up doing in canon.

people are boring but you're something else completely damn, let's take our chances

erik finding all humans insufferable outside of charles.

3. golden brown - the stranglers

golden brown, texture like sun lays me down, with my mind she runs throughout the night

erik's impression of charles- sort of the honeymoon phase pre-cuba beach divorce.

4. each coming night - iron & wine

my lover came to me and we'd lay in rooms unfamiliar but until now

first class roadtrip era.

5. blackbird - the beatles

take these broken wings and learn to fly all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise

this is charles' perspective of erik, his unyielding faith that he is stronger than he thinks.

6. achilles come down - gang of youths

the self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken remember the pact of our youth where you go, i'm going, so jump and i'm jumping since there is no me without you

charles to erik at the beach divorce. the pact of their youth being to fight for mutantkind.

how the most dangerous thing is to love how you will heal and you'll rise above

this refrain echoes the lyrics from blackbird - themes of rising but in a hopeful, then despairing context.

7. 3. stock - annenmaykantereit

Ich würd' gerne mit dir in 'ner Altbauwohnung wohnen Zwei Zimmer, Küche, Bad und 'n kleiner Balkon (i would like to live with you in an old apartment two rooms, a kitchen, bathroom, and small balcony)

erik longing for resolution with charles, quiet domesticity.

Erzähl mir von dir, um mich abzulenken Wenn das traurige Gedanken denken beginnt (tell me about yourself to distract me from the sad thoughts)

8. simulation swarm - big thief

you believe, i believe too that you are the river of light who i love, that i cling to in the belly of the empty night

erik thinking about charles, remembering their old days.

with a warm gush, now i wanna touch like we never could before i'd fly to you tomorrow, i'm not fighting in this war i wanna drop my arms and take your arms and walk you to the shore

charles' imagining of a different ending to their confrontation in cuba. he rejects erik's call to war, but simultaneously wants to be comforted by him.

9. your ex-lover is dead - stars

this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in

i like to think of the first line being charles, thinking of the bullet wound erik left him with, the second is erik seeing charles, refusing to let him in his mind.

you were what i wanted, i gave what i gave i'm not sorry i met you i'm not sorry it's over i'm not sorry there's nothing to save

dofp pre-timeline shift, this is what erik thought to charles after he was hit fatally.

[greaterspawnislands]

oooh i was tagged by @kickittothekerbe to post my top 12 songs on repeat vote on your favorite :D

i'll tag @crepusculum-rattus aand @dykeninthdoctor yess let me see your music

[outlawash]

i luv making playlists for rdr all day likeee

[stylecouncil]

[petoskeystones]

music asks - 6, 15, 19? 🎶☺️

tysmmm these were delightful!!

is there/what is a song that you secretly love but you hate to admit it? there are. A Lot of post 9/11 mainstream poppy radio country hits that i know absolutely all the words to but act like i’m too good for when they come on at the beach. i got a chevy she can flip a quarter i’ll drive her anywhere from here to california. etc

what is a song you are obsessed with at the moment? perfect question for me, guy who plays songs on repeat until she’s sick of them. there’s three right now- “moscow” by autoheart, “supermassive black hole” by muse, and “super graphic ultra modern girl” by chappell roan

what do you think is the greatest love song of all time? this is a tie between “jackie and wilson” by hozier and “chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins)” by father john misty. honorable mention though to “signed sealed delivered”, “come get your love”, and “i’d have you any time” (love song enthusiast rickie petoskeystones)

[fappellmoan]

whatever

[steveharrington]

chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins) is the most romantic song ever written in the entire history of the world

[coyote-catcher]

this song is so bonnylady