𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 :

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠

[cuoristellati]

cuoristellati ; independent & mutuals only, original character ‘ augustine mars, ’ for degrassi : the next generation. 

established august 2021 : penned by elsie ( she/her 21+ )

[cuoristellati]

jackie lifts augustine's chin, invoking eye contact. / @revoltoso​

the blonde was rarely timid. or, she liked to think so. honestly, more times than not she was likely to conceal her reddened cheeks behind blonde strands and hope that no one took notice of her humility. there was something about jackie that always had her heart leaping a mile a minute, had her fingers twitching to reach out and touch her. she’d pin it as some sort of soul connection between the two, but sometimes, late at night, she’d call it what it was - denied feelings. a lack of ability to flourish into something tangible that now, left her, at times, aching to fill a gap that was reminiscent of her frame.

she hadn’t realized her chin had dipped towards her throat until she feels manicured nails dipping beneath jaw, skirting their way to the peak of her chin. as her neck cranes to assist in the motion, her gaze settles on jackie’s eyes, a shy grin playing onto naive features, “what?” voice is softer than anticipated, meek, almost. while being hoarse with burden of the weight of unsaid words. focus drops towards her painted lips, following the outline of lipliner, then lifting back to her dark hues. “when you do this, it makes me think about kissing you,” a humorless huff of laughter escapes her as she feels her cheeks grow hot.

augustine slips her hand towards jackie’s tucking fingers between her’s, pulling her hand from her face. “you do this on purpose, i’m convinced,”

[cuoristellati]

❛  i’m  fine  with  my  spite .  ❜ said jay. / @snakesimp​

the two seemed to continuously meet under tense circumstances lately. her day with jackie turned into jackie needing to meet jay, and with the girl in the bathroom, it left them sat across from one another in a booth at the dot. which always felt ... odd. the last time augustine was a frequent customer there was before rick had come to degrassi, back when she had her temporary thing with spinner. the thought has her nose scrunched up, and she settles on stirring her milkshake with the straw. the question of how he was escaped her without a thought, and his answer has brows raising, and causes her to pause her stirring. 

“you sure seem fine,” an offhanded remark that encourages her gaze to lift to meet his. lips rub together, and she dips her head down to take a sip of the milkshake. a quick swallow, and then she shrugs, “you want to talk about it, or just ...” a wild gesture with her hands to emphasize the confusing jumble that was how she interpreted his thoughts, “brew in the big ol’ head of yours?”

[cuoristellati]

❝ i know this might sound weird but, do you wanna stay over? i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but. i think it’d be nice. ❞ stacy asked augustine. / @pantherbound​

the best part of leaving old friend groups was the whole making new friends part. and augustine would be lying if she had said that she hadn’t been looking forward to branching out and making friends that liked her for her, and not for the sake of having friends. she’d been spending the day with stacy, the two carrying a similar class load, with textbooks nestled between them. augustine hadn’t even realized the time until stacy speaks, her soft voice cutting through the comfortable silence.

brows shoot up, and she glances to her phone, then back to the auburn haired girl, “it would be nice,” corners of her lips quirk up into an extended grin, and she’s quick to close her history textbook. “i wish we would’ve planned it more, i would’ve brought facemasks and snacks,” lip juts out into a small pout, and she glances around, “not that you don’t have any of that, but i like to contribute,” attention is turned fully onto the girl, and she reaches across the table, closing her textbook, as well. “i totally want to stay over, i don’t have pajamas or anything though,” there’s a quick glance between her figure, then over stacy’s. the girl was certainly more frail than she was, but leaned towards oversized articles of clothing, any how, “i can run to my house to get stuff, if you didn’t want me to borrow any clothes,”

[leneemusing]

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING 

❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞

❝  look,  i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now.  but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.  ❞

❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

❝  i used to have so much faith.  maybe not in deities or something but,  in the world.  the universe.  i believed their was a purpose to it all.  i’m not sure when i lost that.  ❞

❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

❝  sometimes,  i just need the world to be beautiful.  i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.  ❞

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞

❝  people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it.  i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen.  ❞

❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞

❝  you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.  ❞

❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞

❝  i know i fucked up.  i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore.  let me in.  please let in.  ❞

❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

❝  i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me,  somewhere.  just some place where i actually feel like i belong.  ❞ 

❝  the world is so big.  why do i never feel like i fit into it?  ❞

❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞

❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞

❝  just take my hand and close your eyes.  pretend we’re anywhere else but here.  ❞

❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

❝  do you even know what it does to me?  every time i see you cry,  any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart?  ❞

❝  i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore.  i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that.  you’re part of who i am now.  the most important piece of me.  ❞

❝  every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you.  ❞

❝  i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together.  the rest is just existing until you look at me again.  ❞

❝  it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you.  everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind,  pulling me towards you.  ❞

❝  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands.  you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❞

❝  i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore.  ❞

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞

❝  i don’t have perfect words.  i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit.  so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you.  i don’t know if you want me.  but i’m yours.  and at this point however it is you need me,  i’m here.  ❞

❝  you’re the only thing that matters anymore.  i can’t eat,  i can’t sleep—  all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song.  you’re all i think about.  i’m useless except when i’m yours.  ❞

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞

❝  i would do anything for you.  all my lines and rules.  they mean nothing when it comes to you.  it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy.  ❞

[leneemusing]

THE  CLASSIC  ROMANCE  OF  A  GOOD  RAINSTORM 

[ POUR ]  for our muses to have a passionate reunion kiss in the rain.  

[ DOWN ]  for sender to have chased down receiver and pulled them into a kiss right when it begins to rain. 

[ CONVINCED ]  our muses are standing outside having a confrontation when it begins to rain,  sender kisses receiver to stop their rambling and prove they love them. 

[ CONVINCING ]  our muses are standing outside having a confrontation when it begins to rain,  receiver kisses sender to stop their rambling and prove they love them. 

[ FLOAT ]  for our muses to dance in the rain together. 

[ DRIZZLE ]  our muses are walking under an umbrella together but sender darts out from under it to jump in a puddle. 

[ SPRINKLE ]  our muses are walking under an umbrella together but receiver darts out from under it to jump in a puddle. 

[ SHELTER ]  sender can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to receiver’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

[ SHELTERED ]  receiver can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to sender’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains. 

[ CONSOLE ]  sender is sitting outside on a porch/balcony,  crying while it rains and receiver sits down next to them to offer a shoulder to cry on. 

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver is sitting outside on a porch/balcony,  crying while it rains and sender sits down next to them to offer a shoulder to cry on. 

[ RITUAL ]  for our muses plans to have been ruined by a storm so they stay inside and have sex instead. 

[ ENJOY ]  for our muses to have sex outside beneath a covered area  (  tent/porch/gazebo etc  )  while it rains. 

[ WATCH ]  our muses have sex against a window while it rains. 

[ SAVE ]  for one muse to pick up the other to quickly carry them inside as it begins to rain.

[ JOY ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  sender picks up receiver and spins them around.  

[ REJOICE ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  receiver picks up sender and spins them around. 

[ SAFE ]  our muses are caught in a heavy rainstorm together and seek shelter in an abandoned building or cave. 

[ SECLUDED ]  our muses are on a road trip and are forced to pull over due to heavy rain and fog,  they end up fooling around in the car while they wait for it to clear up. 

❝  come on,  come dance with me in the rain.  ❞

❝  just stand still and feel the rain on your face.  ❞

❝  do you smell that?  it’s about to rain.  ❞

❝  i’ve always loved the rain.  ❞

❝  i like when it rains,  even if it’s loud and ruins plans.  it’s a sign of renewal and growth.  ❞

❝  are you seriously splashing in puddles right now?  ❞

❝  what are you doing— come inside before you catch a cold.  ❞

❝  jumping in puddles makes it impossible to be upset,  you should try it sometime.  ❞

❝  just let go for a little bit and come enjoy this storm.  it’s beautiful.  ❞

❝  i know this is gonna make me sound like a baby but thunderstorms really freak me out,  can i hang out with you until it gets quiet again?  ❞

❝  can i sleep in your bed tonight?  the thunder makes me jumpy. ❞

❝  you really love the rain,  huh?  look at you,  you’re all giddy.  ❞

❝  why do you hate storms so much?  ❞

❝  hey— it’s alright.  i think it was just some really loud thunder. ❞

❝  jesus christ! that lightning shook the whole house.  ❞

❝  if it’s about to rain shouldn’t you be closing the windows?  not opening them?  ❞

❝  you hear that?  it’s raining!  ❞

[coyotesresources]

the  intimacy  of  hands.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

[ prompt ] + reverse  –  to reverse any of the prompts !

[leneemusing]

SOFT ACTION PROMPTS

[ REQUEST ] sender walks into receiver’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ INVITE ] receiver walks into sender’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ SETTLE ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ ALLOW ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ REST ] sender places their head in receiver’s lap. 

[ RELAX ] receiver places their head in sender’s lap. 

[ EXPLORE ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ MAP ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ SIT ] sender straddles receiver while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talk. 

[ LAY ] receiver straddles sender while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talks. 

[ PERCH ] receiver sits on the counter while sender cooks. 

[ WATCH ] sender sits on the counter while receiver cooks. 

[ CARE ] receiver finds the sender has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ WARM ] sender finds the receiver has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ ESCORT ] receiver notices the sender is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ COMFORT ] receiver sits sideways,  cradled in sender’s lap. 

[ HELD ] sender sits sideways,  cradled in receiver’s lap. 

[ MORNING ] receiver wakes before sender and lays on top of them. 

[ RISE ] sender wakes before receiver and lays on top of them. 

[ JOIN ] receiver is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SHARED ] sender is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SPLASH ] receiver purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while sender watches. 

[ OBSERVE ] sender purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while receiver watches. 

[ APPROACH ] receiver wakes to find sender is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go.

[ RESOLUTE ] sender wakes to find receiver is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go. 

[ ROMANCE ] our muses kiss in the rain. 

[ WALTZ ] our muses dance together in their living room. 

[ WISH ] our muses stargaze. 

[ SUMMER ] our muses relax on a beach. 

[ WINTER ] our muses cuddle while watching a snow storm. 

[cuoristellati]

craigory manning

[gatorprompts]

✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

SOCIAL  MEDIA  PROMPTS .

send  📘  for  a  facebook  status  about  your  muse 

send  👻  for  a  snapchat  from  my  muse 

send  🐦  for  a  tweet  about  your  muse 

send  📸  for  an  instagram  post  about  your  muse

TEXTING  PROMPTS .

send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

send  😳  for  an  embarrassing  text  from  my  muse

send  💋  for  a  flirty  text  from  my  muse

send  😱  for  a  scared  text  from  my  muse

send  ✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse

send  😡  for  an  angry  text  from  my  muse

send  😬  for  a  worried  text  from  my  muse

send  😢  for  a  sad  text  from  my  muse

send  😁  for  a  happy  text  from  my  muse

send  💕  for  a  loving  text  from  my  muse

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .    (   a  collection  of  texting  prompts .  receiver of the meme  is  implied  to  be  the  sender  of  the  text .   )

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night . ∗ o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice . ∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry . ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger . ∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . ∗ o7﹕ a  text  to  get  back  in  touch . ∗ o8﹕ a  text  saying  goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text . ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room . ∗ 12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  sent  while  half  asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . ∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice . ∗ 16﹕ a  flirtatious  text . ∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack . ∗ 18﹕ a  threatening  text . ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . ∗ 2o﹕ a  text  containing  an  apology . ∗ 21﹕ a  text  to  a  group  chat . ∗ 22﹕ a  text  regarding  [ character name ] . ∗ 23﹕ a  text  containing  a  pick - up  line . ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text . ∗ 25﹕ an  urgent  text . ∗ 26﹕ an  affectionate  text . ∗ 27﹕ a  text  after  first  meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text . ∗ 29﹕ a  supportive  text . ∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text .

[cuoristellati]

hi besties, these are the w!res i’m logged into tonight !!

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send me texts 😭

[cuoristellati]

so, i’ve been thinking a lot about augustine lately. which honestly, isn’t that shocking. but what i’ve really been thinking about is her flaws as a character, and how she eventually grows from said flaws as seasons progress. so -- below the cut, i’m just going to be going on a tangent. if you’re invested in augustine feel free to read it :)

i really do love giving my characters flaws. most people should enjoy it, as it is such a cathartic experience. being able to write flaws, and accept them as a writer, even transferring your own into the writing to help ease that internal warfare about your ‘bad habits.’

for me, the flaws i tend to highlight with augustine are her insecurities and jealousy. which, don’t necessarily jump out in every interaction. insecurities that have been pressed into her brain from a young age, that she isn’t feminine enough, that she doesn’t try hard enough ... all of this a constant reminder playing in her head, so she plays ‘dumb,’ the classic feminine image that most men would want to see - the image she was trained to know and revert back to in times of distress. the jealousy thing is so huge for her - and it literally tears apart multiple friendships, but she would never acknowledge or admit that it was the reason. she stops being friends with emma because she’s envious of her family life, and because she hooks up with the guy she had feelings for. she fears liberty because she is so effortlessly herself, and doesn’t try to blend into the stereotypes. where the two of them were once parallels, augustine drifts further onto her own path, fitting more into the role that her mother always envisioned for her. 

other noted flaws is that augustine is indecisive. and not for the sake of being unable to pick, but because she gets greedy. for example, in the zac v. jay situation that tugs at her heart strings -- she wants both of them in her life. she doesn’t want to lose one to have the other. this is also a key element at the beginning of season four for augustine when she was dating spinner, while crushing on craig and jay. augustine has never been able to make a sturdy choice about her love life because she is scared of ending up with nothing if she makes one singular choice. she is truly greedy in terms of love. she would do anything to feel loved.

she’s also manipulative. if we paid attention to augustine in the earlier seasons that i’ve written out, she’s not a ditz. she’s incredibly intelligent. takes mostly honors / ap classes. she’s getting amazing grades, even through the trauma she’s faced, she focuses on her studies - somehow finds the time to do all of that ... but she still portrays herself as an airhead. she lets people think that she’s unintelligent so they not only expect less of her, ultimately relieving the pressure to be the best, but also so they’re kinder to her ... although, she’s definitely letting people think she’s dumb so they feel comfortable oversharing, overstepping. but, as we know - augustine is observant. doesn’t forget things very easily. and she uses the information she gains, not only for her benefit, but for the benefit of her friends as well.

do these flaws make her a bad person? absolutely not. augustine is an incredibly kindhearted individual. she’s often selfless, and very forgiving. she’d give someone the shirt off her back if she needed to. but she is incredibly flawed - and she should be. she’s experienced grand trauma in her life, countless events, that lead up to these types of emotions. ones that she isn’t even entirely aware of most of the time. but that makes playing her even more interesting. 

pls give ur characters flaws im begging .

[cuoristellati]

keep ft. zac / @popwells​

rain trickles from the gutters, creating this steady flow of water that reminds augustine of a stream. for the first time in months, the two of them finally had alone time ... her parents out of town for the weekend on business. they had one rule, no zac. but rules were meant to be broken, especially when you’re a teenager. especially when you’ve never had this whole parental structure before. 

augustine could tell zac must’ve had a rough night. the bags under his eyes when he showed up to her house told a story that she knew he never would. rather than planning out some extreme thing for their first night together in a while, she picked out a movie -- one she knew would get him to doze off. she laid across the sofa, and him between her legs, head resting on her chest. her fingers comb through his hair as she listens to the pattering droplets against the windows. 

a smile remains present on her lips as time passes. content with his warmth, with his presence. more than happy to see him getting well deserved rest. “my sweet boy,” she hums, brushing her thumb along his cheek, just to tuck short strands behind his ear. a kiss is delivered to the top of his head, then another. all thoughts are pulled to a stop, however, by a crash. the sound of shattering ... something causing her to jolt up, both holding him closer, and attempting to get up.

but, he whines. holding onto her tighter; so she stays. brows knitted together as her own grip tightens on him. blue hues darting between each of the doors, then to windows. her heart begins to race at a speed that has her nervous, has her lungs aching. finds her right hand leaving him to reach for her chest, fingers tapping above her heart, but her own motions are far too quick. digits are trembling and nearly uncontrollable, so she moves her left hand to his chest, tapping to the beat of his, then reflecting the pace with her right hand. 

all feels fine, she’s starting to unwind again, catch her breath and relax -- until there’s another thud, one loud enough to hear over thunder. the rain’s picked up, and for some reason the pattering that once soothed her sounded too much like footsteps. augustine can feel her chest rising, and falling. breaths feel constricted, and her eyes start to burn with hot tears -- with bleary vision moving towards the windows, it feels like maybe she saw someone. squinted gaze has her convinced there was a figure outside the window, and now she’s sure she’s psyching herself out. “zac,” she whispers, attempting to keep her tone even, “i’m scared, can you get up? i heard something break, and i just wanna check the house,”

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snakesimp​:

it feels impossibly embarrassing getting ready for a degrassi dance, even more so when he considers it’s been a handful of years since he’s even been a student of the place. jay would like to brag that he didn’t even try, but anybody who actually knows him would immediately clock that as a lie. when he gets himself into something, it’s rare he doesn’t put all his intention into it, take it as far as possible. so, for starters, he shaves away the mask of gruff, five o’clock shadow-y mechanic jay, then he smacks foam between his hands and puts his hat-less hair into some semblance of order. 

the suit he wears, sans tie per instructions, is altogether plain. more grownup than he cares for, really. black with clean lines and a white dress shirt under. the top buttons are left open for the time being. he wears cologne and sticks a mini flask of whiskey into his jacket pocket – physically unable to resist the opportunity of sneaking alcohol into degrassi, doesn’t really expect he’ll employ it anyway. jay struggles briefly with the idea of bringing something to auggie, flowers or sweets or something, a gesture of goodwill, but he thinks twice about it. all of this, the night, is so much already, jay’s not sure he wants to encourage any expectations when he’s not even sure how he feels about it yet.

so he stops there and begins making his way to augustine’s new apartment. he knows the path easily already and gets a spot right in front. in minutes he’s scaling the stairs and pausing just outside her door, raps knuckles against the wood. “yo, augustine, it’s your suitor of the –,” door opens and he’s met with her, carefully put together, looking predictably great. jay pushes off the doorway which he’d be leaned against, straightens up as he purses his lips into a smirk. “looking good, prom queen.”

“my hero of the evening, saving me from the horrors of high school,” she proclaims, hands moving to clutch at her heart, which is excellent placement as the compliment reaches her ears. fingers tap into collarbone, and she’s biting away the smile that begs to stretch onto painted features. augustine takes the moment to survey him, really relish in his put togetherness. how handsome he looked in something so formal, but, then again - jay always had this charm that fit him into any attire. made him desirable in every outfit, whether muddied up, or fresh out of the dryer. “you look handsome,” she tells him, a small nod of approval as blue hues sparkle with amusement, and a bit of something else; that lingering emotion that always clung to her heart when he was involved. the blonde finds herself zoning in on him for quite some time, maybe too long. “oh!” she brings herself back to reality, reaches for the tie and holds it up with a brightened ego. “c’mere, tough guy,”

she doesn’t wait for permission, tall enough in her heels to wrap the fabric around his neck, tucking it beneath the collar. augustine had, probably too much, practice with putting ties on people. whether it was her uncle, dad -- even past lovers ... but mostly friends. hopeless men who couldn’t figure out a basic knot -- but she’s sure that jay’s got a clue or two on how to do it. part of her just wanted that close proximity. really, augustine was kind enough to get him a normal tie, rather than a bowtie. she’d been eyeing up that option for too long. tongue’s stuck out in concentration as she channels into her memory for the technique, but she’s got it down once she’s started.

once the tie is ... tied, she’s flatting it out, adjusting his collar for him. two steps back, and she’s gotta admit - the reddish color of the tie really makes his lips stand out. has her focus centered there for a beat before lifting back up to his eyes. “now time for the floral stuff, listen -- i picked the least extreme one they had that still matched,” she informed him pointedly, moving from where she stood towards the fridge -- which is where the florist told her to keep these. there’s that aching reminder in the back of her mind -- to notify him that she had told someone they were engaged ... but she decides it could wait. maybe she’d tell him in the car, or maybe it wouldn’t come up at all! “are you excited?”

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keep. ft. jt / @rockthistown​

the end credits fill the screen, bright white text moving at the speed of light. augustine’s own bleary sight merely blinded due to the intensity. “shit,” she groans, pushing her palms into her eyes, attempting to wake herself, but she was warm. and it certainly didn’t help having the weight of jt on her, he’s like a weighted, heated blanket. “get up,” she huffs, trying to push him up -- but he doesn’t budge. so, she tries to squirm from underneath him ... only for him to whine in response. “you’re kidding,” augustine guffaws, “you’re such a pain,” but she agrees, internally, of course. she’s comfortable, doesn’t want to move, herself. “fine,” she gives in, settling deeper into the cushions behind her, as her hands settle on his arm, nails scraping against the exposed skin in a soothing manner, “you’re like a puppy,”

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snakesimp​:

“all right, all right, back to work,” he calls back to the mechanics, eyes rolling. attention returns to her around the time she’s talking about ties and jay arches a skeptical brow. “we have to match?” really is date-like. jay tips his head back, laughing duly. “you know this isn’t our homecoming, right? like, we’re expected to be watching children at this thing.” given all the stuff in her arms, he’s thinking she’s less focused on that part.

head shakes at her, still mostly relieved at having one less thing to worry about. “’kay, i’ll bring me and my sparkling, responsible personality.” eyes drop to the stuffed dog in his hand, turns it to face her as his free hand taps it’s chest. “obviously it’s jay. just missing the name patch.” it’s with a long exhale that he takes the sign, now finds himself piled up with stuff. “of course,” he deadpans, balancing the items. lips purse together with amiable impatience. “oh, it’s definitely cramping my style.” it’s not the worst thing in the world though. while entirely not his style, it’s admittedly piqued jay’s interest to be treated with such a full force gesture, a far cry from the way the girls he usually hangs with act. then again, on second thought, it’s always been that way with auggie. he nods his head at her. “i’ll call you tomorrow. let you know when i’m heading over to you.”

the night came and went. but saturday morning was something entirely its own. it started bright and early, augustine left her apartment around seven. picked up a coffee, and then stopped at the florist,  to get the whole ... floral ensemble. once that was sorted, augustine went to a few different department stores - decided on a few different ties, figured it would be better to let him pick from a few, and then she could always return the one he wasn’t fond of. however, her mind wasn’t just settled on the idea of shopping, or the whole ... teenage fulfillment of the evening, no. more so on how she was going to explain her lie. the one about the two of them being engaged. 

yeah ... oof. when she arrives home, it was nearly three. takes the time to shower, does all the necessary things there. finds herself looking in the fogged mirror too long, so much so that her features feel distorted. tonight was an evening that her teenage self had dreamed of -- but she wasn’t a teenager anymore. shouldn’t find herself getting that warm and fuzzy feeling so easily. the look she had decided on was straight hair, neutral make up, save for a bold lip. more of a deep maroon than a mauve. none of it necessarily clashed with her dress which had been black - but she wasn’t trying to match his tie with her dress, no -- the idea was that it would match the lipstick. once it was applied, she holds the tie variety up in the mirror, offering herself a nod of approval. it was pretty damn close.

the dress she had decided on was formal, yet professional. off the shoulder and just plain black. kept her classic star necklace on, and then a pair of black heels. part of her felt like she was headed to a funeral ... but, if she was a mistress. tongue pokes into her cheek as she eyes herself in the mirror. feels like she should’ve picked something else -- but, hey. too late now. adding a spritz of her usual scent, she figured it was as good as it was going to get -- but before walking into the living room, she pauses. stopping at her jewelry box. augustine sighs as she pushes the lid open, taking out the horrifically gaudy ring that had belonged to her mother. “he’s going to be so annoyed with you, augustine,” she reminds herself, dropping the piece into her clutch, nestling it in beside her mascara and lipstick. she even fit a miniature first aid kit in there -- just to be responsible. the blonde turns to herself once more in the mirror, coming painted nails through straightened locks. primping. and for the second stretch of time in her existence, she cared what jay hogart would think of her.