✧°･ﾟnever felt so easy

With everything you own Cause I am [ g o n n a ] come for you With all that I have I am gonna вяєαк you down To ᵗⁱⁿʸ, ᵗⁱⁿʸ parts I never 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒹 But I see it now I'm 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 your lesson, I'm 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 your ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ

[chandlerbings]

[ohaugusst]

·˚— ge‌orgina:

running down the street, georgina was busy with her friends being angry at her, dealing with large amounts of documents and photoshoots all waiting for her attention to grace them, though a familiar figure just wouldn’t let her go by with her usual route as she let out a sigh. without saying a word, the van buren pushed the sleeves of her leather jacket up as she walked closer to the boy, heels clicking over the concrete before she grabbed the joint and took a long enough drag to fill her lungs up with the soothing smoke. her therapist would probably be mad with her actions right now but at this very moment, august had a point– she did need something to take the edge off. returning the joint back at the other with a slight cough, she finally released the smoke, one or two coughs following quick after which made her eyes tear up for a second. “nice pajamas you have there.” the girl quipped, however, her voice cracked as she continued coughing. could it get even more obvious she hasn’t even smelled weed since the masquerade ball? 

“thank you,” august replied, biting back a smile at her reaction to the weed. since when had he been the bad influence for her? their relationship had always been more about her pushing him out of his comfort zone than the other way round.  “i must confess, i’m throwing a bit of a pity party and this is the only suitable attire.” a light snort left august’s mouth at the confession, nodding his head in gratitude as she passed the joint back to him and he took another long drag. “although, from the looks of it, it seems misery loves company.” with an arched brow, he looked at georgina expectantly, as if waiting for her to reveal the answer to an unasked question. “i’m guessing you haven’t had the warmest reception since being back...?” 

[ohaugusst]

standing in the entrance of a small alleyway just outside his 1040 fifth avenue apartment in his saint laurent pyjamas with a joint in hand, august looked more the picture of his freshman year of college rather than any of the usual conformity to social graces he usually bestowed upon himself. it all helped to contribute to thinking that the sight of georgina van buren standing before him was an illusion rather than a reality. although knowing that running away before returning out of the blue was very much an upper east side right of passage led him to believe it was the latter. “... do you want a drag?” he asked softly. “you look like you could use something to take the edge off.” 

@gexrgina

[ohaugusst]

·˚— avery‌:

“what? no – i’m fine. i just … lost my fucking portfolio and .. honestly i have more portfolios, and other works in progress but fuck – this one was really important to me.” avery was so frustrated.  normally, she could hold it together, calm herself down and pull it all in place but right now? she couldn’t hold herself together at all. “fucking hell.”

the distraught look on avery’s face was uncharacteristic, immediately drawing concern from him. “avery it’ll be okay. it’s likely just misplaced, which means with a bit of effort, i’m positive it’ll find it’s way back to you.” he assured gently, a hand reaching up to brush at her shoulder. “... do you maybe need some help searching for it, though?” 

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

The world is big, and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

John Muir, from John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, ed. Linnie Marsh Wolfe (University of Wisconsin, 1979)

[matchstickwords]

[ohaugusst]

·˚— avery‌:

“spare copies right now, you mean?” was avery trying to get august alone? sort of. to be honest, she didn’t really … care what people though. she didn’t let things bother her, either. so – if she happened to make a move and august turned her down? well, at least she knew where she stood with him, sort of anyway. she was … almost a little disastrous. she wouldn’t care if she happened to try again. she missed him, she’d admit that. she’d heard rumors that his mother didn’t even like anastasia. maybe things weren’t as peachy as augustus would like it to be. and well, avery had no problems with that. she was usually in the mood for chaos. 

“right now?!” august’s voice raised an octave in bewilderment, mildly taken aback. “i, well... i don’t tend to carry any around on me or...” the naivety of his sentence became blindingly aware to him as he was speaking. “i don’t...” he trailed off, still finding it hard to let her down. wasn’t that why he’d distanced himself from her entirely instead of properly breaking up with her in high school? it wasn’t a good idea. even if avery’s intentions did happen to be innocent, the two of them leaving his mother’s birthday party together would have been gossip girl fuel. “maybe in the morning.”

[ohaugusst]

·˚— claudia‌:

       gossip girl easily could’ve screwed her over with this date choice. there was plenty of people to put her with that would’ve caused some real drama but somehow, she had gotten gus. as far as their little mission went, she could’ve done it without the date but she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a boozy brunch with a good friend. claudia grinned as she lifted her own glass, ‘ i didn’t think i would ever be praising her for anything, but yeah i guess we should. to gossip girl ! ‘ she clinked her glass against his and quickly finished off the rest of hers. she didn’t wanna get drunk too fast but also she had her own worries she wanted to forget. ‘ so how’re you feeling ? ‘ she questioned, eyebrows raised. she knew that he knew exactly what she was talking about.

a long sigh left his mouth as he gently shook his head. “i really don’t know how to feel,” he admitted earnestly, sipping at the flute. “it’s almost as if everything could go wrong and right simultaneously... but in the worst of ways.” august drawled, realising he was sounding way too cryptic when yet another sigh emitted from his mouth. “i suppose i’m not too worried about the embarrassing childhood memories that could be revealed, but more so the pain that could be caused...? my parents both adore avery, whereas i’m pretty sure my mother thinks i have some form of vendetta against the entire family for even being with ana. she wouldn’t even invite ana to her birthday party.” shaking his head once more, he followed claudia’s lead in downing the rest of his drink. 

[ohaugusst]

·˚— fel‌ix:

       he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen gus. after what had happened.. it seemed there was no longer a reason for the two to interact. felix still thought of him from time to time but he tended to avoid him during any kind of event. it was for the best. now it seemed, though, that they were going to have to interact with each other. felix had taken what he thought was his order off the counter. when he came face to face with a very not happy gus, however, he realized he’d made a mistake. ‘ hey. ‘ he’s not quite sure what to say. ‘ i.. uh, i already kinda took a sip so let me order you another. ‘ this is going to get real awkward, real fast, he can feel it. ‘ how’ve you been, gus ? ‘

@ohaugusst

mumbling his thanks to the other male out of obligation, august was left moping at the thought that the universe had decided to force him and felix to interact. “i’ve been well.” he responded curtly, eyes daring a brief glance at felix. sure, august didn’t do cold treatment as well as his mother ever had, but there was definitely an elizabeth astor influenced tinge to how he dealt with disliking someone. “and yourself? the cruel walls of columbia must be treating you pretty harshly if you’re finding yourself too abstracted to pay attention to your order. ”with his hand idly lingering in the air, august paused in the action of going to take a sip from the coffee cup, his face only souring further. “it’s an americano, by the way. two sugars.” 

[ohaugusst]

·˚— ana:

the deer in headlights look that august had in his eyes made her smirk grow even more. “i mean i couldn’t. i didn’t want any lines,” she chuckled and figured he wouldn’t quite understand her reasoning, “so don’t go thinking i did it just for you.” the tension was palpable and could be cut with a knife. seeing the concern of getting caught in his eyes she quickly glanced at the curtain and began to pull him farther down the corridor. “please, i have no modesty left. you however we need to protect,” ana teased lovingly. she turned a corner and searched for the next turn which was a doorway that lead to a small sitting room. “surely we have nothing to worry about now.” hastily she pulled him in and shut the door behind them and flipped on the dim lights. “if you don’t want to do this tell me now.” her fingers found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it. the thin straps draped over her shoulders as the material of the dress became loose against her body. slowly she closed the space between them again and pressed her chest against his and felt the warmth of his skin again. “i want you,” she hummed against his lips.

the grin on august’s face was unmoveable as ana led him through the narrow corridor and to the sitting room. somehow this was even better than any of the adventures he’d had in the ballroom before... or probably would after. “i would have been up for it when we were behind the curtain,” he nodded, although the smile on his face betrayed him. “actually that’s a complete lie, but i would have given it the old college try.” that easily had to be the least sexy line out of his mouth all evening. licking his bottom lip lightly, he tried to reclaim any of the tension that was momentarily lost by trailing his hand slowly up the curve of her side, lingering when he reached her face and brushing his thumb gently across her cheek. “no. i’ve never been more certain that i want to do this. i want you, no, i need you.” his voice dropped an octave, moving his hand back down to the loose fabric of her dress. “right here,” looping his thumb under one of the shoulder straps, “right now.” he pulled the strap over her shoulder, watching intently as it dropped and leaning closer to ana to nip at her neck. 

[ohaugusst]

·˚— avery‌:

“well, if you can’t watch on thurdays, you can always watch the episodes online.” she cocked her head to the side, “that is if you want to. for a friend.” she stressed the word herself, but licked her lips after. she fixed her hair behind her ears, shifting her dress to expose a bit of her leg again. “you know what, though? i need an autographed copy of your book.”

“of course i want to,” august assured, taking a gulp from his wine as his eyes tried to remain locked on hers despite her flirting. if there’d even been an ounce of worry that he’d end up giving in to avery - knowing how throughout their relationship that was always his weakness - it dissipated with the mere mention of the book. the ultimate anaphrodisiac. “uh yes, sure can do,” he squeaked before coughing; he was definitely going to blame that on the wine. “do you, uh, want to drop by with a copy during the week?” he asked, trying to lean casually on the bar. “or i have a few spare copies that i’m sure i could write something on.” 

[ohaugusst]

·˚— mia‌:

@ohaugusst

“ ♪ wild, wild, wild thoughts…” the music came from the mettalic black limo while stopping on the corner of 34th and 5th, long legs of the infamous mayor’s daughter stepping out on the pavement first before the brunette made her way inside of the best doughnut shops in the city. the girl was running on a sugar high ever since returning from a night out close around 7am, and while she definitely had no sleep between then and now, make-up concealed every sign of a wild rendezvous. with her high boots clicking against the floor, mia was quite frankly ready to wait in line to get her order given just how small the line was in the first place, before noticing a familiar young man giving out his order in front. without thinking twice, she cut the line and approached, hand elegantly sliding around august’s waist as she offered both him and the employee a charming smile. “did you order me my strawberry-frosted donut, poodle’ ? “ she mused, acting as if they not only agreed to meet ; but that they were clearly more than friends too, and all so she could’ve get her sugary-sweet treat before everyone else. 

the arm that had seemingly materialised around his waist would have startled him if it weren’t for the voice that accompanied it shortly after. poodle? august raised an eyebrow in amusement, merely nodding at her words. “ah, my apologies, mi amor, i forgot to add that to the order,” with his eyes darting to the employee, he gestured lightly to the strawberry doughnuts behind the counter. mia had saved him when he was in difficult predicaments before - what was the harm of pretending like they were together so she could jump the queue? “and a strawberry-frosted doughnut as well, please.” casting his eyes back to mia, he glanced at her with the same playful look he’d given at her term of endearment. “is that all pumpkin?”

[yuirhapsody]

[ohaugusst]

when gossip girl had mentioned that she would be interfering in the date auction, august could never have pictured that it would turn out better than a regular year. well, for his own date - avery being on a date with ana was already starting to give him palpitations. but a boozy brunch with claudia would cure all of those worries... hopefully - securing the table at serabeth’s was just the icing on the cake. “i really don’t think we give mimosas the attention they deserve,” he mused, tilting the glass from side to side in admiration. smiling as he turned the glass in the direction of his friend, he tilted it upwards to signal a toast was due. “what do you say, should we make this one out to gossip girl for making this happen?” 

@claudswindsor

[ohaugusst]

imessage ➝ gus

CLAUDIA: uh of course don't you know me ??

CLAUDIA: well i'm up for whatever !

AUGUST: pfffft clearly i'm just fishing for extra facts about you already

AUGUST: in that case how about we get brunch at 11 or so and then see where the day takes us? :-)

[ohaugusst]

·˚— ana‌:

“deep down you know,” she affirmed since he probably knew more about her than anyone else on the upper east side. except maybe hannah. “it’s just every so often i’ll throw you a curve ball to keep things interesting.” once his shirt was finally off the warm feeling of his exposed skin against her’s sent another ripple of shivers down her body. when ana had decided to come back and try to reconcile august she did not imagine things turning out this well. they were better than ever. better than when they first started dating and it made her heart soar. they were being honest with each other, for the most part, and having fun again together. “it’s exactly how it should be.” ana smiled against his lips and delicately ran a hand through his hair. “i appreciate that because i really like this dress. almost as much as you like it,” she teased, “but i’m sure you can imagine this dress isn’t hiding much.” it was almost pointless to say but in the unlikely case of someone stumbling upon them happened ana would be totally exposed.

“you certainly do that...” a nod of appreciation to their current situation was given to her welcomely. this certainly beat the last valentine’s date auction while she’d been away and he’d been pining for her to be there. “mm, you’re right. almost.” august’s hands trailed teasingly down her zipper to rest on the small of her back. apparently ana’s curveballs were already making an appearance, if only for the look on august’s face as she revealed that there was little under her dress. “are you not wearing any...?” august trailed off, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly as his head spun slightly at the suggestion. so ana really had gone all out with teasing him tonight. throwing a brief look at the curtain, august bit his lip, wondering if they were really tempting fate if they went for this. “well, i suppose we’ll have to stand incredibly close if you want to hold onto your modesty, won’t we?” 

[ohaugusst]

·˚— avery‌:

now, augustus wasn’t an idiot. nor was he some …. simple guy who fell for the most mundane of flirtations but … it was avery. she wasn’t entirely sure she was trying to prove anything. to be honest, what she really wanted to do was remind herself how his lips felt, among other things. so she bit her lip again and chuckled at the last thing he said to her. she waved the bartender over for another drink. it was an open bar, right? “anyway, you should definitely watch me on television when the episodes begin to air. i’ll have to deal with you if you don’t.” she of course sounded as if she were insinuating something, but she didn’t let it linger. “thursday nights at eight.”

august followed avery’s lead as she called for another drink. if the daunting thought of having been here at his mother’s beck and command was one concern of his, the new dilemma of avery’s flirting was certainly concocting a new worry in his mind. of course the question remained to him as to why. did she just want to get a kick out of seeing him squirm no matter how fleeting the action had been? “i’ll try to,” he retorted, taking the wine from the bartender as it was presented to him; new questions forming internally at her selection of words. “thursday nights are always rather busy for me, but if it’s to support a dear old friend,” he gave her a lingering glance as the words tumbled out pointedly. “i can make the time.”