#atticus 001.

[nomadjones]

closed for: @atticuscortes

"Have you got eyes on Angel?" Dallas says to his other coworker as he cranes his neck to try and spot their mutual friend in a sea of stetsons and the odd cow print. He had made a mental note to keep an eye on him but that note had floated right out of his head when he had been hooked into a round of shots with a group of tourists who had no idea what was going on but were doing their best to vibe any way.

"He's milling around being a little awkward, you know how he is."

[solaadisa]

closed: @atticuscortes

location: the arcade

"Hot firefighter!" Sola called from across the arcade when she spotted the familiar face down the way. She was standing in front of Street Fighter, her large slushee placed protectively on the console to stake her claim on it for the time being. She'd been getting her ass handed to her by the computer and figured having a real person to play against might actually better her odds, and hot firefighter — what the fuck was his name again? — seemed like a better opponent than any of the brats milling around. "You down for a game? I need to kick someone's ass, like, right fucking now."

[leomlarson]

closed @atticus-cortes

location: leo's apartment

"Uh," Leo said dumbly as he froze and watched a fire grow and start to lick the edges of a pan he had on the stove. Maybe he'd looked away for too long to return a text to Paxton, maybe he'd only been half-paying attention when he threw ingredients into it in the first place. Maybe he was just a terrible cook. All three could be (were) true — all he knew was that he had a problem he didn't know how to fix.

When his brain finally started to work again, Leo quickly pocketed his phone and tore through the cabinets below his sink, looking for the extinguisher that had to have come with the apartment. When he couldn't find it, he took a step back, eyes wide, and considered his options.

He knew, at least, that he shouldn't throw water onto a grease fire, but that didn't exactly leave him with more options. Think, Leo, think.

Didn't he go out with a firefighter? Didn't that firefighter live in the building?

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he found a long-abandoned thread with "hot firefighter atticus (bumble)" and shot off a couple of harried texts.

Leo: okay idk if you still have my number but this is leo we went on like two dates Leo: are you home? if you are, could you come to apartment 10F and bring a fire extinguisher ASAP? Leo: i'm so sorry i promise this isn't a prank

[felixalbright]

closed @atticus-cortes

location: tidal wave

Felix had meant to let a couple more weeks go by, to relax and lean into being home for the first time in so long before getting back to work, but he found himself getting antsy almost immediately. He'd taken a break to get away from all the deadlines, but here he was, imposing them on himself instead of letting the magazine do it. But it was different, he told himself — nothing was solid, no plans, no editor to report to immediately.

He stopped into Tidal Wave to pick up something new, something he'd never heard before, just to do a full listen-through and get some words on a page. It didn't have to amount to anything, necessarily, he just didn't know what to do with himself when he wasn't writing.

He was considering a Penguin Cafe Orchestra record when he looked up at the wall, scanning over the new releases. Caroline Polachek, maybe? Jennifer Lopez, no. Jason Derulo, definitely not— his eyes fell on the middle, then refocused until the person on the other side of the stacks was brought into relief. Atticus?

"Atticus?" And then, before he could stop himself, he said the first thing that popped into his brain. "Holy shit. You're still here?"

[noralevin]

closed @atticus-cortes

Nora's favorite thing about her childhood home was the small, private roof just outside her bedroom window. When she was a kid, her father regularly painted over the bottom, between the sill and the lift, so it wouldn't open. By age nine, she was keeping an exacto knife in her desk so that she could make quick work of his attempts to keep her inside. Now that she was home, she was spending more and more time out there with a beer or a joint or a cigarette or a book or some combination of the four, laying back and watching the clouds roll by.

Her phone was sitting behind her on the sill (she'd finally learned better than to bring it out, after accidentally losing two of them to the slope of roof and then the gravel below), softly playing a Durutti Column mix so she could really feel like she was in an 80's teen movie. Flat on her back, she smiled up at the sky as she heard a car roll into the driveway, but didn't move other than to put her joint to her lips. Atticus would know where to find her.

She closed her eyes and blew out smoke, her eyes glossing over the John Grisham book she'd picked randomly off the shelves of her dad's study but not really processing any of the words on the page. She heard her bedroom door open and sat up, turned. "God, can you even fit through this window anymore?" she asked, smirking at Atticus. "If you can't, I'm still gonna need you to pass me that six pack. You brought it, right?"

[astridlius]

closed: @atticuscortes

location: atticus & mav's apartment

"Oh, sick, you're home."

Astrid letting herself into Atticus and Mav's apartment wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence. She'd like to say that there had been a ramp up into her intrusions on their space without any warning, especially since she and Atticus hadn't known each other well beforehand, but she'd basically started to treat it as a second apartment as soon as she was given a spare key. It stood to reason that she'd treat him kind of as a second roommate. Anything resembling a 'hello' when she arrived had flown out the window a long time ago.

She kicked off her slides at the door and joined Atticus on the couch, but not before tossing him a bag of Nerds gummy clusters, typically her one and only cheat snack. She'd already torn into her own bag on her way to their place, and her hand was buried in it. She sunk into the couch and kicked her feet up on the coffee table as she gazed up at the TV. "What are we watching today?"

[mackmontgomery]

Mack: I do til its damp and tickling my neck then it makes me all shivery Mack: I wouldnt let Maura near me with hair dye, its a miracle you got any follicles left 🤣 Mack: I got you you'll be the first to know what the new trim looks like

@atticus-cortes

Atticus: do love the lil towel over my shoulders can't lie Atticus: also something about getting ur hair washed in a kitchen sink that just gets u thinking thoughts Atticus: mine are usually 'should i have trusted maura over a professional?' and 'will this make me look douchey?' Atticus: probably not and definitely yes btw Atticus: but yeah dude think you could pull off something fun like that fs Atticus: i expect pics if u do obviously

[ofwrxth]

TAVI 📱 ATTICUS

Tavi: Change of plans, Melanie is going to get the dress Tavi: I need you to pick up shoes at Dior. They've got them on hold Tavi: Also, please pick up lunch on the way back. [ Ironic because Tavi doesn't eat lunch ] Tavi: Deconstructed quinoa salad. Tavi: And a coffee. Iced with a dash of soy. @manybcdthings

[whispercddesires]

"I miss moments like this more than anything." / @m0rallygrey

[raging-ale]

@athenianwit

ale wasn't one for parties, never having actually been invited to any to begin with. this amount of people didn't sit well with him, but here he was - trying his damn best. walking around and just getting a feel for what was around, he began to pick at some of the food until he looked over and spotted the good stuff. he knew if he was going to get by he was going to need a damn drink. walking over towards the line of drinks, he started to scan some and sniff a few. it smelled strong - and it almost took ale back a few steps. "what in the fuck is this?" he asked, not to anyone at all - but loud enough for someone to hear him. taking the cup to his lips and taking a small sip just to get a taste. making a disgusted face, he placed it back down as chills over came him. "yeah no."

[cassius-banks]

"You'd be doing us all a favour if you did." He answers back, hands in his jogging bottoms pockets as his foot scuffs boredly at the floor. "That standard issue uniform?" His head nods down at the slippers on Atticus' feet "— looks like a trip hazard."

"No surprise." Every day something happened to make him regret not taking his money and running to a different place to live, six am on the sidewalk was not his idea of fun. "Remind me never to go near the pool with you."

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, hand moving to hold onto his hoodie string, wrapping it loosely around his finger. "You think I'm going to the diner with you looking like that—" he nods back down to Atticus' feet again, smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. "They're gonna think I've broken you out of somewhere."

"That's an odd way to say thank you so much, Atticus, for not letting my home burn to the ground..." Atticus deadpanned, turning around from the truck to face Cass with a lopsided grin, "but you know what, you are so welcome anyways, bud. Just doin' my job."

Except, technically, he was off the clock, made clear by the absence of any gear, unless you counted the fire engine pajama pants he was sporting. A gag gift from Christmas, but extremely comfortable.

He clapped the man on the shoulder before rolling his eyes and gesturing with his chin to their building. "Don't worry, it was a false alarm. Electrical issue with the smoke detector. Ocean Crest is practically the Titantic at this point."

(Unsinkable...though, with how they both know that'd played out, perhaps that wasn't the most reassuring comparison. )

"Once they give the all clear, we should be able to head back inside...or go fuck up some pancakes at the diner."

@cassius-banks

[connortalbot]

Connor sits at the old wooden table, dusting it off again with the edge of the paper towel he’s got his toast on. One side of it is slanted, tilted, and creaks when he moves just a little - like it’s threatening to break from the smallest breeze. One of the slices is thick with peanut butter, the other with regular butter: a habit from his childhood he could never get away from. Indecisiveness. Why have one when he could have both? Especially right now, when there’s no rush or hurry as the microwave whirls and Clementine the Dhampir stands there in front of it looking at it like it might start mutating from the radiation waves.

“It won’t jump out and eat you, I promise.” Connor chuckles when the microwave dings, picking up his pen to scratch out another word. Three down: lack of interest, enthusiasm, and concern.

Apathy.

He frowns for a second before setting the booklet aside again and watching her. Maybe it’s because of how he was raised, but there’s some levity in the situation before them. Or maybe that’s the fact that he’s so fucked in the head right not that just about everything has some sort of humor in it. Still, Connor smiles in hopes of encouraging her.

“You’re not the first vampire or dhampir to drink from a blood bag, you know. Someone donated that blood, they wanted it to be used by someone. It’s still saving lives even if it isn’t doing it in the originally intended way. How about this? You can ask me anything you want and I’ll answer as honest as can be. As a distraction.”

@clemxjohnson​

[cquity]

amy & link 

“here.” the blonde handed the item to the other. “you dropped this about a block back, i was calling out but you didn’t notice.” amy chuckled softly. “is it important?” 

@mastcrmiind​

[rhapsxdydivine]

Atticus adjusted the tie that choked the literal life out of him. He didn't understand why any distinguished man would want to be strung up by something so frivolous as a silk piece of scrap nestled under the collar. All too annoyed by the constant pressure, he looped it from beneath the black collared shirt and stuffed it into this pocket. He promised his coach that he would attempt to mingle with seven members of Team USA before they jetted off to Paris. He didn't really have much in common with the blockheads aside from beating most of them at one point in his journey from the junior competitions well into the ascending weight classes. Through the cluttered conversations stuffed into tight posh restaurant, he found his gaze wandering around the dining room. Unamused and hungry, he considered bailing before catching a familiar sight.

A cool draft of indifference met with effortless beauty.

Atticus couldn't help the grin that formed on his lips as he watched Elle endure another twenty minutes with the little prick who seemed to just talk and talk and talk. He waited until she had made her move out of the door before following. His footsteps wide and inviting as he closed the distance between them. Atticus lightly brushed past her with an air of surprise. His brows knitted together in a feigned sense of recognition when she called out to him. "Me," his response delivered with the same cool ferocity that morphed around very syllable that bound off her lips. Atticus chased the subtle delight that flashed in her gaze before it has been dashed for something far more aloof. He was glad to see the deep furrowing annoyance that darkened her expression beginning to disintegrate; it had bothered him all evening. "Elle Kennedy aren't you being a little closed minded? A boxer can have imploring curiosity and an appreciation for the finer things in life. I should be surprised in seeing you here. Shouldn't you be secretly plotting someone's demise? Or are the murder podcasts really still just for shits and giggles. "

@cxtyofstxrs

[santiagodeleons]

"Yes, I've seen your face, Atticus," Santiago deadpans, as though he had just been asked had he ever observed that the sky was blue.

He hushes then so his not-biologically-but-sort-of-by-proxy-nephew can continue, his forearms leaned on the top of his bar as he nods along, playing dumb about the event of all events it seemed, if the way one of his staff kept talking about it was anything to go by.

"I want you to stop for a minute and ask yourself is offering a pub owner a Jell-O shot while he's working in that very pub he owns is the most enticing motivator."

He remains neutral faced as he opts to give the freshly thirty year old an additional gift to the one he had for when he wasn't quite as Jell-O shot'd, nodding his head towards the juke box near the men's room.

"I respect the rules that I've been threateningly told which was pretty much just 'don't tell him anything', so consider this me telling you nothing. This is your Journey to go on alone, birthday boy. You got this as long as you Don't Stop Believin'."

@atticuscortes

for: @aurorabaystarter

where: atticus's bday scavenger hunt but utp where exactly in town!

"Hey, hi, just a real quick question for you: have you seen my face anywhere?"

The question sounded pretty straight forward to Atticus, but the blank look that he's met with upon asking tells him that his confidence in that is probably both grossly misplaced and slightly Jell-O shot fueled.

"Shit, sorry, not this face," which he gestures to with what he really means, a blown up image of his portrait clutched in his hand by the stick protruding from where his neck would've been. "One of these bad boys. And before you say that you haven't just so I'll get lost, you should know that it is my birthday and I am feeling generous, so I'll even throw in a Jell-O shot flavor of your choosing for your cooperation."

(And of course their pledged loyalty to not help anyone else out who might come sniffing around asking for the same, but he figured that might be a harder sell and he's on a bit of a time crunch here.)

[everestphillips]

@athenianwit

This was a lot. Even though days has past since all the demigods decided to drink the ambrosia, there was still a part inside of Everest that he couldn't believe. And as flattering as it may be to have people before him, that's not really who he was. At least, not so obviously.

So, he needed a moment away from the spotlight. Politely bowing to the crowd of what he assumed was Aphrodite's followers, Everest took his leave from the table. Not without a platter of goods served to him. He just needed an excuse to stretch his legs, but this also served as a good opportunity to meet the other godlings. So, with some bounce to his step, the son of Aphrodite went to a nearby table, ready to share his bounty.

Stopping right in front of the table, he flashed the stranger a smile and quick wink. "What's up..." he began, his words drifting off so he can lean back a little to see the name plate. "Atticus. I was wondering if you wanted to share these chocolate strawberries with me," the demigod announced as he finally showed the fruit and pastries that he brought with him.