#Limo 4 Emos

[fritextramole]

watching the stars go by

part 2 of an Eric van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Columbia River ~ Lomelda

Everybody tries to fall in love but I just keep making friends When I sort through the stars at night I'm looking for some kind of sign of the end

42 ~ Sage Crosby

Barely know where I've been Always getting distracted On the edge of falling in

Take My Hand ~ Matt Berry

So say you'll come, please don't go You could be the one for all I know Well, I don't know you, though I'd sure like to I can see the light, it looks like you

Life Eternal ~ Ghost

Can you hear me say your name–forever? Can you see me longing for you–forever, forever? Would you let me touch your soul–forever?

Come As You Are ~ Nirvana

Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As an old enemy Take your time, hurry up Choice is yours, don't be late Take a rest as a friend

Lump ~ The Presidents Of The United States Of America

Is this lump outta my head? I think so

Limo 4 Emos ~ Watsky

And you deserve greater, I know I'm no savior But I'm here right now, so let's go Kinda feels like we've been running every day of our lives And shattering hearts and havin' ours cracked But if you went and threw the broken hearts in a pile And added the stack, then what do you have?

Dear Sister ~ The Pretty Reckless

Dear sister, can you help me lie? I’ve told the truth so many years But no one seems to wanna hear that I’m not someone else inside

I Wanna Boi ~ PWR BTTM

I wanna boy to keep the bed warm while I shower I wanna boy to keep the bed warm while we're watching tv I wanna boy to keep the bed warm When the whole house is freezing I wanna boy who isn't anything like me

I Want to Kiss You ~ The Spook School

I want to run my fingers through your hair And hear you say you’ve never done this before With someone like me

Fog ~ The Regrettes

When you say my name I start to feel crazy I can't help but wonder how we got here I look at you, fog starts to clear

What You Stole ~ Matt Doyle

Still I’m taken by the depth of your eyes I was weakened in the moment we met While I’ve always had a list full of lies I don’t need to use a single one yet I’ve already lost control Those eyes will be the death of me, I’m sure I’ll let you keep what you stole If you promise just to take a little more

You Are My Sunshine ~ Kina Grannis

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away

like i’m all you know ~ LJ Mercer

I am safe and I'm warm tonight I'm reckless when you're on my mind I'm this close to catching a flight

I Will ~ Mitski

I will take good care of you, I will take good care of you Everything you feel is good if you would only let you I will wash your hair at night and dry it off with care I will see your body bare and still I will live here So stay with me, hold my hand There's no need to be brave

Buzzcut Season ~ Lorde

And I'll never go home again (Place the call, feel it start) Favorite friend (And nothing's wrong when nothing's true) I live in a hologram with you

Tonight Tonight ~ Celeste

I was listening to love songs, no one listens anymore I thought of who you were beneath the clothing that you wore I tried to tune you out, but you could never be ignored You could never be ignored And I'd rather be myself, although it's never seen on show Looking for your shadow in your light beneath the door And I want you, oh, so badly, no, I've never wanted more

Alone, Pt. II ~ Alan Walker, Ava Max

And all the cool kids did their own thing I was on the outside always looking in Yeah, I was there but I wasn't They never really cared if I wasn't We all need that someone who gets you like no one else Right when you need it the most We all need a soul to rely on, a shoulder to cry on A friend through the highs and the lows

This December ~ Ricky Montgomery

I wanna see you with your head wide open Empty in the ground, gone without a sound Just another white elm growing at the end of town

i <3 u ~ boy pablo

Who could I trust? Needed a shoulder to cry on You meant much more than that You took me by surprise The way you walked into my darkened life You sent the storm away Never expected you to be a friend to me You meant much more than that

To Be Alone With You ~ Sufjan Stevens

You gave your body to the lonely They took your clothes You gave up a wife and a family You gave your ghost To be alone with me

Nice And Quiet ~ Bedouine

I've tried so hard To be there for you It seems it may mean Disappearing for you I don't want to run I don't want to try to fight it Every time I try I find new ways to deny it I will try my best to Keep my head nice & quiet For you

Vampires ~ Wishing

But now it’s night time And I just need you here beside me Because when you’re gone it’s like I can’t breathe And all I want to do is get away So tell me that you’re outside You’re out there waiting in the moonlight To take me places that I can’t reach

Me & My Dog ~ boygenius

Tell your friend I'll be alright In the morning, it won't matter I wanna be emaciated I wanna hear one song without thinkin' of you I wish I was on a spaceship Just me and my dog and an impossible view

Duvet ~ bôa

And you don't seem the lying kind A shame that I can read your mind And all the things that I read there Candlelit smile that we both share And you know I don't mean to hurt you But you know that it means so much And you don't even feel a thing I am falling I am fading I am drowning Help me to breathe

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Limo 4 Emos

playlist | main master list | part ii (coming soon!)

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summary: you’ve been sulking for three days after breaking up with your serious boyfriend. Eddie can’t let you do that anymore, though.

word count: 3,241

a/n: in the midst of all the FD angst, i thought i’d give y’all some comfortable, fluffy, sweet eddie x y/n, this time in a more modern setting! i was inspired by the song Limo 4 Emos by Watsky, pls stream his symmetry trilogy it’ll blow ur socks off. this is a mini, but i can totally write a part 2 if y’all want some less wholesome content. let me know what u think! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

tags: modern!eddie x reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, confessions of feelings, fluff, consumption of weed, mentions of cheating (reader was cheated on)

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You throw a wadded tissue toward the television. You’re on your third break up movie of the day, Scenes from a Marriage. It’s been three days of chick flicks, rom-coms, and sobfests as you attempt to heal your shattered heart.

It’s dramatic, sure, but after graduating high school, and getting accepted to your dream school far, far away from Hawkins, Indiana, you really thought you had it all figured out.

Until Matt cheated on you.

You hadn’t wanted to believe it. You’d been invited out by Robin last minute, to a club you hadn’t gone to since beginning your relationship. It’s a place you’d always wanted to go, one Matt had claimed to hate, so you took the opportunity for a night out without him when he “fell ill” one Saturday night.

Sometimes you blame yourself, for not mentioning the name of the club. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have run into Matt there, sucking on the neck of some nameless girl in too-tight latex pants.

You’ve since thrown out his letters, blocked his number, and set fire to the pictures of you two while listening to Dead Horse by Hayley Williams, but your stupid heart is still broken. On top of that, now you’re smelly, grimy, and sweaty under far too many blankets as you watch Jessica Chastain and Oscar Isaac yell at each other.

Your phone buzzes in your lap intermittently, and you lazily screen the missed calls and texts:

bobbie🏳️‍🌈👹: (7:20pm) wanna see a movie? coke bear looks god awful. call me pls!

(missed call: bobbie🏳️‍🌈👹 x3)

stevie🏴‍☠️🍦: (8:00pm) hey, just got off work, need anything at target? lmk 🫶

(missed call: stevie🏴‍☠️🍦)

eddie❤️🦇: (9:55pm): come outside

You read the last message again, timestamped five minutes ago. You begrudgingly throw the mass of blankets from your body, revealing your baggiest sweatpants and your favorite giant t-shirt. You peer out your window, and sure enough the gas guzzling monstrosity of a vehicle sits outside on the curb, its engine rumbling loud enough to wake your parents. You snatch a hoodie off your floor and struggle to get it over your head. As an afterthought, you grab the half smoked joint and your lighter from your ashtray and tiptoe down the stairs.

Eddie reaches the door before you and flings it open. “Good evening, my liege.” He bows his head as he holds the door open while you climb into the van. The interior stinks of weed and cigarettes, and the tinny speakers blare Microwave’s Float To The Top, a favorite of yours that Eddie had grown fond of.

“Where we goin’?” You ask innocently, turning the volume down to hear Eddie, who’s adjusting himself in the driver’s seat.

“Wherever you want, sweet thing.” He motions to his phone plugged into the console. “And feel free to DJ.”

You gasp in mock surprise. “Why, you’re letting me pick the music? Has hell frozen over?!” You can’t finish your sentence before he’s nudging you with his elbow, his head thrown back in laughter. “Seriously, what’s the occasion?” You settle on your everyday playlist, avoiding the breakup songs list you’d been abusing. You skip over Phoebe Bridgers’s Halloween, knowing you’ll start sobbing, and instead settling on Watsky’s Limo 4 Emos.

“Please,” Eddie begins, turning onto the main road of Hawkins, the only one that runs through town. “You’ve been moping all weekend, the first weekend as a free bird! No more school! For at least three months. Even more, if I can convince you to join the band.”

You know he’s joking, but you scold him anyway. “I told you, I’m getting my degree so I can design your album covers once you’re famous. If you need another guitarist by then, we can discuss it.”

Eddie chuckles. “Whatever you say, love. Anyway, I had to pick you up. Every time I've driven by it’s been a different sad, heterosexual couple on your TV. I’m surprised you weren’t sucked into the mattress.” You look down, suddenly fascinated by your crocs. “Hey, I didn’t mean that to insult you, y’know. I’m just worried about you. We- we all are.” There is genuine concern in his voice, and you feel your cheeks flush. He’s always been sweet to you, from the day you’d moved into the house next to Steve when you were twelve. Most of the kids were mean to you, making fun of your weird clothes or nerdy interests, but Eddie took an immediate liking to you. He sat next to you in every class, at lunch, and invited you to play with his group of friends at recess. Six years later, and he’s never not been right next to you once.

Eddie’s voice snaps your attention back to the present. “He’s a fuckin’ idiot. If I ever catch that kid at one of my shows again….” He trails off, shaking his head, and you bite back a smile. If there’s one thing Eddie will always be, it’s protective of his people.

“Hey,” You rest your hand on his shoulder, and feel him relax under your touch. “I appreciate that. And this. I needed to get out of there.” You could swear your room had shrunken.

“Of course. I kinda did it for selfish reasons anyway.”

“Oh?”

He nods. “I hadn’t heard from you in like, a week. And, in the year you two had been dating, I’d barely seen you without that parasite attached to you.” You could be mistaken, but you think you hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice. You chock it up to a hopeful coincidence.

Truthfully, it hadn’t been a great relationship. You and Matt weren’t compatible, but both of you had been lonely. If you were being fully, completely honest with yourself, there was one man you could ever want, and he’s sitting right next to you now.

You’d never be the one to tell him first, though. You’re sure Robin and Steve already know, knowing what they do about you. You’re not good at keeping secrets, especially when they involve your feelings for your best friend. You’ve never explicitly told either of them, though.

Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Hawkins Middle, and you snort out a laugh. “Holy shit.”

“Welcome back.” Eddie gestures to the brick building in front of him. “Where it all began.”

“You think?” You rummage in your pockets until you find your lighter and what is now a very crushed, unsmokable joint. “Oh, c’mon!” You groan, inspecting the bent, squashed cone.

Eddie’s brows knit together. “What did you expect us to do with that?”

“Well, it wasn’t always this fucked up!” You begin defensively, but he holds his hand up to silence you.

“Lucky for you, I have some. And it’s good stuff.” Eddie throws his arm over your seat, and your gaze lands on his jawline. Eddie’s always been beautiful to you, despite his “freakish” nature and wide range of facial expressions. You could admire the curve of his nose and the plush of his lips for hours, if you knew he wouldn’t catch you.

You whip your head back to the windshield too quickly as Eddie turns around, and you pray he doesn’t notice.

“Everything okay?” He asks, trying to inspect your features, but you won’t look at him.

“Mhm, yeah. Totally.”

“Right, okay. Anyway,” Eddie flicks the lock of his metal box open, and cracks the lid to reveal a few pre-rolled joints, a grinder, and a lighter. He plucks the thickest of his collection from the box, and flicks the lighter as he brings the joint to his lips. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as the smoke fills his lungs. You take the opportunity to watch him more closely, the way the filter sits between his ring clad fingers, the tendrils of smoke escaping from between his lips and into his flared nostrils, the wrinkle in his forehead when he tries not to cough, and the shake of his head when he fails.

He holds the joint out to you, burning between his thumb and middle finger. You carefully pinch the end of the filter, and bring the paper to your own lips. You will yourself to taste the tiny remnants of Eddie’s mouth, but mostly you taste the sweet smoke and thin paper. You repeat Eddie’s ritual, inhaling deeply as your eyes slip closed, letting the flower take its hold on your brain.

Paramore’s Liar hums softly through the speakers as you and Eddie pass the joint back and forth, giggling and talking like nothing’s changed in the last six years. In a lot of ways, nothing has. Matt never liked Eddie, but that didn’t stop you from spending every Thursday afternoon at Hellfire, and every Sunday watching movies. You and Eddie were inseparable, and you had never compromised that for anyone. Matt had even asked, a few times, if you’d stop being friends with Eddie for him. You’d laughed right in his face.

If you could go back and do it all again, you’d make the same choice. Having Eddie in your life was always going to be more important.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie holds out the roach for you, and you take a puff before answering his question.

“I’m just thinkin’ about how much I appreciate you.” You muse, knowing it’s bound to feed his ego.

“Oh, really?” He takes the roach and stubs it out on the console, adding a several hundredth burn mark to it. “And why is that?”

You shrug, teasing him. “You’re just so good to me, Ed. You get me out of my house, smoke me up when I’m all sad and mopey. You know how to make me laugh.” You tick each finger as you lost out your reasons, each one tugging the corners of Eddie’s mouth higher. “I know you’d do it for any of your friends.” You finish, and meet his eyes as he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t, though.”

“Of course you would! Remember when you took Lucas out for ice cream after his first basketball game because they didn’t play him? Or, when you set Robin up with that girl you met at The Hideout?”

Eddie holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, fine. I’m a saint! But you’re special.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. I’m just saying, you’re just so good. I don’t deserve you.” Your voice cracks as you say it, and you clear your throat to cover it.

Of course, he notices anyway. “Are you being serious? You are the most deserving person I know. Deserving of way more than whatever his name is.”

You glare at Eddie with disapproval. “You know his name.”

“Even if I do, it doesn’t matter. Fuck him.” He spits, clenching his jaw. This isn’t some playful hatred of the loser that cheated on you, Eddie is holding some serious malice towards a guy he barely knew.

You touch a finger to where his jaw is locked, and feel his expression soften immediately, like your skin melts his tension.

“It’s okay. Shit happens.” You’re saying it for his sake, knowing how protective he can be of his best friends. He takes your pain personally.

“No, it’s absolutely not okay! You don’t just cheat on your partner. Especially if that partner is-“ He clamps his mouth shut, silencing the ramble before it had time to take off.

“If they’re what?” You’re clueless, unsure what he’d been planning to say about you. Your heart ticks faster, whether with anticipation or embarrassment, you’re yet to decide.

Eddie huffs, expelling a mass amount of air from his lungs like he’d been holding his breath all night. “I can’t. It’s not fair to you, to tell you what I want to while you’re still grueving.” Eddie looks forward, never taking his eyes off the windshield. “I could say so much, but I can’t imagine you taking it well.”

It’s your turn to huff.

“Nothing you could say will hurt me more than I’ve ever experienced.”

“I don’t know if they’d hurt you, I’m more worried about how you’d see me after I say ‘em.” He talks quickly, rushing the words that must be causing his cheeks to turn pink in the low light of the car.

You think you have an idea about what Eddie wants to say. You can’t pretend you haven’t noticed his feelings for you, even subconsciously. He likes to hold your hand, he greets you with rib crushing hugs, says goodbye with a kiss on the forehead. He lends you his jacket on rainy days, and you’ve slept in his bed more than your own in the last three years. He’s always been there, through your parents’ divorce, to your first bully, to your first art gallery feature. You’ve seen every Corroded Coffin show, been at most of their band practices, learned DnD, and started listening to heavy music because of him. The more you think about it, the more you realize why none of your relationships have worked out. The only one you’ve ever been interested in is yours and Eddie’s. Everyone else had been out of convenience, and in some cases because of similarities between your suitors and your best friend.

As you realize this, Eddie’s turning his head to watch you think. “I want you to tell me.” The tiptoeing is driving you crazy.

“Fine, but I have to preface it with something. This wasn’t some ploy to get you, or anything. I didn’t plan to feel like this when I approached you in seventh grade. That being said, it was probably six weeks before I realized I had a crush on you. I didn’t do anything about it, probably because I was thirteen with a buzz cut and body odor. I thought it would just go away as time went on. But it didn’t, so I got like, super stressed out. We started high school and you started dating Jack or something, and remember we didn’t talk for like a month?”

You snort at the memory. “His name was definitely not Jack, it was Simon. And we dated for two weeks. And dating meant walking to recess and back together, not even holding hands.”

“Yeah! And it broke my little heart!” Eddie gestures wildly as he speaks. “Anyway, you demanded we fix our friendship, so I obliged like a gentleman, thinking I couldn’t possibly still have a crush on you after that debacle. Wrong again! I was a lost puppy, wounded and limping behind you while you charmed everyone you met. It was fuckin’ torture.” He looks at you now, and you stay quiet, willing him to go on. “This is all so emo, I’m sorry. I’ve been in love with you the whole time. It’s taken me six years to say it to you, and I still chose the worst possible time to do it.”

You can hear him, but you aren’t absorbing what he’s saying now. Instead, his last words repeat in your head, I’ve been in love with you the whole time. The whole time?! “Why did it take you so long?” You’re whispering now, knowing your voice will betray you.

“I didn’t want to lose you. You’re my best friend, and I couldn’t have you thinking it was only because I had feelings for you. You’re my best friend first and forever. But it still hurt like a bitch, not being able to tell you. I’m sorry I’m telling you now, I don’t expect you to process something like this any time soon. I don’t want a response, I just couldn’t take watching someone hurt you like that. I can’t fathom being that fucking stupid. And I’m still pretty stupid.”

You furrow your brow at him. “Don’t talk about my best friend like that. You’re the furthest thing from stupid.”

“So, we’re still best friends then? I didn’t scare you away?”

You shake your head. “That’s impossible. Believe it or not, Ed, you probably couldn’t scare me off if ya tried.”

“Good thing. I’m still so sorry.”

You offer your hand, palm up to him. He rests his palm against yours, and you entwine your fingers with his. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve been waiting six years for you to tell me that.”

Eddie lurches forward, craning his neck to look you in the face that’s still facing the windshield. “Are you fucking with me? Don’t fuck with me, definitely not right now. Y/n?”

You shake your head, gnawing on your bottom lip as you think of a reasonable response. “Swear on Dustin’s mother, I’m not fucking with you.” You meet his eyes straight on, unblinking, trying to communicate your feelings through your expression. “It might have taken a little longer for me to realize it, but it’s been you. It has always been you.”

Eddie’s eyes stay glued to yours, the warmth of them sucking you in as he searches your face for any inch of doubt. When he seemingly can’t find it, he inches closer to you, his arm resting on the dusty console as he invades your personal space.

Feeling a burst of confidence as Hayley’s Crystal Clear hums from the radio, and you mirror his movements, nudging his forearm with yours as you lean closer to him.

“If you hate this, just let me know. No hard feelings.” Eddie’s voice is barely a whisper. You don’t respond with words, but nod your head dismissively and close the gap between his lips and yours. Eddie’s breath hitches as he catches your mouth with his, your lips crushing against his eagerly, something you’ve wanted since you were thirteen.

Eddie pulls away first, only moving far enough away to look at you again. His face is flushed, eyes wide as he examines your face, probably looking similarly. “Why’d you stop?” You’re brimming with confidence as he blushes, his eyes darting from your face to your hands, resting on the console.

“I had to make sure it was real.” He reaches up and pinches his shoulder. “Ow. Yeah, okay. I guess it’s real.”

“We should do it again. Y’know, just to make sure.” He looks back up at you, and you lean in without another word, connecting your lips once again. This time, you deepen the kiss, tongue swiping against his bottom lip as if to ask permission. Eddie’s lips part wider, and your tongue meets his as you slide your free hand into his hair. His own cups your jaw, his thumb resting lightly on your chin just below your lips. He tastes like smoke and chocolate, his lips soft against yours as he bumps your nose with his.

It could have been minutes or hours by the time you separate, untangling your fingers from his wild curls. “Okay,” You speak first, your voice breathy. “It is real.”

Eddie’s lips split into a beaming smile. “Yeah, shit. I’m so glad.” He exhales shakily and tucks a stray hair behind his ear.

“So,” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, “now what?”

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. “I mean, I have plenty of ideas, but-“

“I’ll do anything with you.”

“Movie at my place?”

You hope it means what you think it does. “Yeah, definitely.” You shoot your mom a text that you’re staying over Eddie’s. She sends back a “Yay! Hope he makes you feel better :)” and you respond with a heart. He already has.

[madqueenalanna]

Watsky’s Complaint: Limo 4 Emos

If I were asked to recommend a Watsky song based on objective greatness, I might mention the intensity of Whoa Whoa Whoa or the poignant imagery in Sloppy Seconds. For something a little sillier, Going Down; gut-wrenching, Sarajevo; down-to-Earth, Stupidass. I’ve recommended Wounded Healer to friends with folkish tastes. But if asked for a recommendation based on my personal favorites, Limo 4 Emos tops the list.

After the ugly mechanical-sounding breakdown of Feels Alright, the sound softens, cools down, and relaxes. It sounds like when the heat breaks on a summer evening and you can breathe again. It sounds like stepping out of a movie theater after three hours to see the sun has set and a breeze has picked up. It sounds like the way a garden smells after rain.

Indeed, that’s sort of the setting; a comfortable late night of boredom where two people who know each other too well can be alone together. For the only time on the album, Watsky mentions a (potential) other partner of this now-ex, what seems to be a new boyfriend that he does not think highly of (he falls short like Bonaparte). He says they’re friends, and if she’s lonely or upset she can call him and he’ll always be there.

There’s almost a rosy glow over their relationship, as if Watsky is too tired to be sad or angry anyway and just wants a familiar hand in his. The way he describes driving dad’s coupe makes it sound like they’ve known each other since they were much younger, when it makes more sense to be driving your dad’s car. In particular the lyric last night I realized I’m still sleeping on my mattress edge/saving room for someone who’s not coming back to bed is a delicious bit of imagery that signals finality as much as the desire for it to be anything but final. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all. Maybe a bad relationship is better than being alone.

He describes being broke, losing friends, he’s driving such a shitty old car that he off-handedly calls it a go-kart, and he’s tired of this same old cycle, of running and screaming and drinking and burning it all down again and again and again. Blowing off those vulnerable emotions by calling them emo, complete with references to black hair, mascara, and cutting, is exactly what he did earlier in the album in the transition from Welcome to the Family to All Like Whatever. Being vulnerable is hard, being lonely is worse. He’s offering up the broken piece of himself again to see what the reward might be, and spoiler alert for the final track on the album: it’s not worth it.

[demonsfeedoninsecurities]

Last night I realized I'm still sleepin' on my mattress edge,

saving room for someone who's not coming back to bed.

[limo4emos]

heyo im on anon bc im embarrassed that i don’t understand this. what does watsky mean in limo 4 emos when he says “cut your last pair”? i tried genius lyrics and the internet and no one knows

honestly I think it refers to cutting holes in jeans to reflect the alt aesthetic. It could probably be read to be symbolic of most anything, but if I were to interpret it, I’d say george is telling “you” that he’s not trying to pull you out of your negative feelings, just to come along so that you guys could feel those feelings together.

[shadowkingsteve]

It’s a bop!

[lastoftheconsultingwizards]

My inner emo kid from year nine is going mad because he's like Gerard Way (MCR days) 2.0

[scottlivesaymusic]

Cincy’s Song of the Day (1.19.19)

Watsky - Limo 4 Emos

[voice-of-illogical-sense]

[alienjock]

Hi!!

he calls the mansion not a house, but a tombwe’re never done with killing timetwo coffins for sleepi’ll pick you upwe can make you understand

[officiallywatskyd-blog]

the truth

welcome to the family? more like

welcome to your life, kid, rock bottom SHIT HOLE

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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 28: Fashion and Models

Janus is the heir of the largest fashion business in the world; and said business’ lead model, going by the pseudonym ‘Deceit.’ Virgil is the son of two bakers, dreaming to be a fashion designer and model. Janus decided to be transferred to Virgil’s school, and Virgil crushes on his favorite model. (Basically a Miraculous Ladybug AU without superpowers) Janus/Virgil POV, Anxceit with established Royality and potential Intrulogical

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Janus sighed as he all but collapsed into his limo. “Please tell me that my schedule is empty for the rest of the day. I want to get this makeup off as soon as possible.”

Remus, Janus’ assistant, immediately chimed in. “Your schedule is empty for the rest of the day!”

Janus gave Remus a look as the older man giggled. He turned to his other assistant, who was reading something on his tablet. Most likely today’s schedule. “Logan, what’s my schedule for the rest of today?”

Logan looked up, his face impassive. “You have geography at 4, calculus at 5, and fencing at 6:30. Your schedule is free after that.”

Janus turned to glare at Remus. “You told me that my schedule was empty.”

Remus smirked. “You told me to tell you that! Therefore I’m not in the wrong!” He struck a dramatic pose from where he was sitting.

Janus rolled his eyes, cringing as he felt the makeup on his skin and the contact in his eye. “Is it possible to cancel my classes and get this makeup off? I don’t want to break out.”

Logan sighed. “You need to have a stable education, Janus. And it was your idea to use your pseudonym around everyone, including your teachers.”

Janus looked out the window as the car passed by a public school. “What if I didn’t have to…”

Logan and Remus shared a look. Remus raised an eyebrow. Logan furrowed his eyebrows. Remus waggled both of his eyebrows. Logan sighed before speaking. “What are you suggesting?”

Janus looked up at Logan, a new light shining in his eyes. “What if I went to a public school, as Janus Williams? No one knows that I exist, and I could model after school!” He looked back towards the school. “I could go and interact with people my age, and no one would be the wiser. Deceit could be a famous model, and Janus could be a normal teenager.”

Logan and Remus shared another look. Logan raised an eyebrow. Remus shrugged before gesturing to Janus. Logan gave Remus another look before sighing. “You do realize that after this, you will be unable to go back. You would have to stay in school, or visit private tutors as Janus. And you would still have to learn, we wouldn’t be putting you into easy classes.”

Janus nodded. “I understand.”

Remus hummed to himself. “Why do you want to go to public school anyways? If the anonymity were an issue, we could always get you tutors as Janus, not Deceit.”

Janus shook his head. “All of them are the same: homophobic assholes that think they know everything just because they’re being paid to teach me.”

Remus snorted. Logan gave Remus a look, and Remus raised his hands in defense. “What? He’s not wrong.”

Logan sighed before turning to Janus. “You still have to go to your classes today, but I will cancel your classes tomorrow. You also have no photoshoots for the rest of the week, so you needn’t worry about acne. If you still wish to be enrolled in a public school by tomorrow night… I will enroll you to start as soon as possible.”

Janus’ face remained calm, but Logan and Remus had known the teen for long enough to see the excitement bubbling under the surface. “Thank you, Logan, Remus.”

Remus chuckled. “All in a day’s work for Logan and Remus, best assistants in the world!” They all chuckled at that, before the car descended to a comfortable silence.

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Virgil groaned as he stepped into the bakery, nearly wincing as his backpack strap dug into his shoulder. He walked past the random assortment of customers before making his way to the counter. He smiled and waved at his Dad, who was currently handling a customer. Virgil walked past the counter and into the kitchen, where his Papa was stirring some batter while he hummed ‘Oh I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’ under his breath.

Virgil smiled softly as he dropped his bag onto the floor. “Hey, Papa.”

Virgil’s Papa smiled, putting down the mixer and wiping his hands off. “Virgil!” He quickly pulled Virgil into a hug. “How was school?”

Virgil groaned. “Just as awful as always.”

His Papa frowned as he placed his hands on Virgil’s shoulders, putting him at arm’s length. “Did you try and make some friends today?”

Virgil sighed, looking at the floor. “Of course I tried, but no one wants to hang out with the loner emo.”

His Papa lightly grabbed Virgil’s chin. “Virgil, please look at me.” Virgil looked up to see his father smiling softly. “What those kids think doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are a Knightly-Hart, and that your Dad and I are so proud of you. Alright?” Virgil nodded, feeling his eyes start to water slightly. “Alright. And if they don’t want to be your friends, that’s their fault, not yours. You reached out to them, and that’s good enough. You’ll know when the right people come along, Stormcloud, trust me.” He gently squeezed Virgil’s shoulders. “Now, why don’t you go upstairs and work on homework, and later tonight we can have a family night.”

Virgil gave his Papa a small smile. “Game night or movie night?”

His Papa chuckled. “Both, if you get your work done before dinner.” He playfully swatted at Virgil’s arm. “Now go! I want to beat you in Uno while we watch The Little Mermaid!”

Virgil laughed as he grabbed his backpack, heading upstairs. “Fat chance! I’ll be beating you in Monopoly while we watch Tangled!”

“Oh, it’s on!” Virgil laughed as he left the kitchen, going upstairs to their home. He quickly made his way to his room, throwing his backpack onto the bed and moving towards his desk. He’d already finished all of his homework at school (the one advantage to having no friends meant that Virgil had time at school to get work done) so Virgil had the rest of the afternoon to himself. Virgil suddenly spun around, double-checking that he’d locked his door. Virgil didn’t want his parents to know about this. As much as Virgil loved his Papa and Dad, he knew that they would try and make a big deal out of it.

Virgil reached into his desk and pulled out a medium-sized sketchpad. Each page was completely filled with different outfits. There were casual outfits, pajamas, suits, tuxes, dresses, anything Virgil wanted to sketch at the time. Most of the outfits were Virgil’s original ideas, each one inspired by something Virgil experience in his day-to-day life. Most of the models had Virgil’s body type. But some of them were modeled after his classmates and random strangers. He even had a few based off of famous models, but he didn’t do those often.

Virgil sighed as he flipped through the pages. The idea of making these clothes and even modeling some of them was a fool’s dream. Virgil was a loner emo, a social outcast. He had no chance of doing anything special with his life. He would probably take over the bakery after his parents retired. That’s why he didn’t show them the sketches. He didn’t want to get their hopes up (he also didn’t want to admit that he wanted to model the skirts and dresses just as much as the suits and tuxes. Virgil knew that his parents wouldn’t judge him, but he knew that the rest of the world would).

Virgil pulled out his colored pencils as he flipped to a new page. He put on his headphones to help concentrate before letting his hand have full creative control. He decided to sketch something similar to the new line of suits that Deceit styled a few weeks ago. Deceit was one of the few models that Virgil regularly sketched, and Virgil would admit that he had a crush on the teenage heir of Scale & Tail Designs. Virgil sometimes dreamed of working for Scale & Tail and falling in love with Deceit.

Virgil shook his head, focusing back on the sketch. It was a fool’s dream. But Virgil didn’t stop himself from sketching a little heart next to the suit.

[limo4emos]

Hey do you know of any other good, active watsky blogs?

@watskyphile is a good one but really, they’re the only one I can think of off the top of my head. I, myself, am only semi active through a queue at this point in time but I might be more Actually Active later this fall.

Hey all, the both of us could use some help with finding other blogs who blog Watsky, his poetry, and his music. Reblog if that’s you!

[tellmewhatyouc]

Soft Focus, a playlist by by tellmewhatyousee

01. Talking to Myself - Watsky

02. Time in a Tree - Raleigh Ritchie

03. Hey Asshole - Watsky, Kate Nash

04. Do You Feel It? - Chaos Chaos

05. Lemon Boy - Cavetown

06. Bless Those Tired Eyes - Clem Leek

07. Limo 4 Emos - Watsky

08. Come Over - Matt Watson

09. On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz

10. C’mon - Panic! At The Disco, Fun.

11. My Dog’s Eyes - Zammuto

12. Impossible Year - Panic! At The Disco

13. Down By The Water - The Drums

14. Quiet - Lights

15. New Perspective - Panic! At The Disco

16. Sloppy Seconds - Watsky

17. Welcome To The Family - Watsky

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