#with atticus cortes.

[noralevin]

closed: @atticuscortes

location: sharky's monster mash

"You actually look ridiculous," Nora said by way of greeting, giggling as she reached up to tug at the blond wig on Atticus's head. "I saw Mav, and I do have to give it to you guys for the dedication, but this? Hilarious. I expected something more...thirst-trappy out of you."

[felixalbright]

✉ / ♀ + atticus

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: we broke up a year ago today and i'm in paris thinking about you. i can't even send this text because i blocked you so i'm really just rambling into the ether, but i still find myself having conversations with you in my head sometimes anyway so this isn't that different. why did i not delete this thread. FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: what are you doing right now? are you still at home? are you okay? do you already love someone else? it's getting easier not being with you but when i realized that stopped thinking about you as soon as i woke up everyday, it was a relief but it was also sort of awful.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: what the fuck was that FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: did we really just break up FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: i'm so fucking confused FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: we could've made this work you just didn't want to give it a chance FELIX ⇢ ATTICUS: what the FUCK are you so afraid of?

@atticus-cortes

[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

[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?"

[robinsantos]

06. the lovers : how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ?

"A relationship is up there on my list of important things but it's not the most important thing to me. Right now I'm happy being myself and focusing on my career and my friendships. Atticus, Ziggy, Julian, Gracie, Theo, Shiloh and Blake. Those people are what I value." @atticuscortes @ziggykyeons @julianxpark @gracecromwell @theotanaka @shilohsharma @blake-michaels

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot 

[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."

[noah-atwood]

👀 + top five most bang'able people in Aurora Bay

“I don’t like ranking people, that’s really not cool. But since I gotta be honest, and this isn’t in order, because I’m not pitting you guys against each other - wait. I’ll do it alphabetically, because there’s a rhyme and a reason, but it’s not about preference.

So, Angel, Dallas, Stevie are three. Can I say Atticus? I mean, could be awkward. Whatever! Angel, Atti, Dallas, Stevie… and one more?

Why.

Fine. I can’t say some people because they’re sweet, and it just feels wrong saying ‘bang’able’. Because there’s Priya, but we’re long term best friends, same with Hunter, and Emerson is just, really soft and sweet, and, shit. Edie’s pretty too, but I also get sad thinking about her. Ravi could’ve made the list, but there’s a story there. I’m stressed out.

It pains me to say this, but Nora, probably.”

@firefighterrojas @nomadjones @atticuscortes @ravirussell @emersonxcassidy @priyaxdesai @steviesharp @edietello @noralevin @hcnter

[warnerstjames]

CLOSED STARTER / @atticuscortes

After bumping into Ziggy in what he thought was the line for the mechanical bull, Warner made a beeline for the bar, needing to put as much space between himself and Ziggy as he possibly could. The bar, as luck should have it, was the furthest point away from him that Warner could think of without actually leaving.

It would have been easier, disappearing into the night and returning to his apartment, but then how would they ever learn to coexist peacefully together?

Warner saddled up to the bar, tapping his hand against the counter to catch one of the bartenders attention and ordering himself a cocktail from the wild west themed menu for the night.

He turned his back to the bar, elbows leaning against the surface as she scans the crowd of cowboys and cowgirls; his gaze eventually landing on a cowboy wearing a black hat and unbuttoned brown coat—Atticus.

He recognises the outfit from his thirst trap on Instagram.

He signals to the bartender over his shoulder that he'll be back in a second before slipping into the crowd to join Atticus. "You know a hoedown doesn't require you to dress like a hoe, Cortes." He quipped, giving him a slow once over with his eyes.

[cherryxkoch]

who: @atticuscortes where: random hallway, country night at oasis

The booze was flowing and Cherry was having an absolute ball. The whole event was decidedly less like a ball, and more like a rodeo. She'd just been just debating whether or not it would have been a good idea for them to have installed a mechanical bull when her phone buzzed.

'It's a match!' splashed across the screen as she opened it. Cherry had made the (somewhat inebriated) decision to break her forced celibacy tonight and if she didn't want to make some kind of grave mistake by sleeping with any ghosts of lovers past, she needed to get swiping.

Walking and swiping down a quieter hallway that led out to the smoking area, her blurry eyes were glued to her phone as she made full contact with any party goer. Her phone clattered to the floor, Tinder side up.

"Ow, fuck! Shit, I'm so sorry. You ok?"

[reggiellewellyn]

eavesdrop + late night caller!

"Hey, hey. Can you fucking focus."

Reggie can hear how ironic an instruction that is coming from him of all people, a man who had been on more tangents in the last twenty minutes than he had been on foreign trips -- but he was honed in now and he expected the same of the firefighter before him.

"No offence, but this--" His hand hovers over Atticus' phone on the table between them, uncaring and uninterested on who or what he was trying to show him on Tinder, "--is not important."

It would be usually, and Reggie loved nothing more than sharing war (dating app) stories with him but there were bigger things at play at that coffee meetup.

"So how about we put a pin in Slutticus' end of summer adventures for just a wee one and let's get back to me."

When he thinks he's successfully captured his friend's attention, he pulls out his own phone so he could find what he needs to show him.

"So, I'm in love."

Or at the very least, he was a little obsessed, which he often conflated as the same thing.

He presses his index finger to his lips before he plays him an excerpt of his radio show from the night before, which was a two minute long conversation between him and his late night caller talking life in a way Reggie was rarely serious enough to in other circumstances.

"Here's the problem. I don't know her name, where she lives and I don't have any proof that she exists before midnight. So, here's the deal. I need you to help me find my late night Cinderella. Lock in with me on this, Cortes."

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. // @atticuscortes @delilahcarreno

[noralevin]

closed: @atticuscortes

location: aiden's house, third floor balcony

"Aaaattttttiiiii!" Nora bellowed with her entire chest, chin up in the air and arms extended to really make sure that the call would travel despite the fact that he couldn't have been more than ten feet away from her. In both of her hands were G&Ts that were probably 90% gin, thrown together haphazardly while she'd talked to someone animatedly about...something. She already couldn't remember what it was.

When she made it in front of him, she pressed one of the red solo cups into his hand before propping herself up on her toes and wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him down a little so she could fall back onto her heels while keeping him close. "Dude, that was pretty good, huh? I should enter that Iowa husband calling contest next year. I think I'd kill it."

She looked around them at the otherwise empty porch, eyebrows furrowed. "How the fuck did you manage to find the only quiet spot in this house? Why aren't you downstairs celebrating me with everyone else?"

[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?"

[heyits-asher]

🐰 a goofy text + atticus!

Ash: listen dude Ash: u ever realize the monopoly man doesnt wear a monocle anymore Ash: thought he did Ash: wouldve put money on it too Ash: also i learned im rly bad at monopoly 😔 @atticuscortes

[firefighterrojas]

send 📸 for an instagram post about your muse + atticus!

✧ — ⋆ ���𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . // @atticuscortes

[jasrussell]

jasrussell uploaded to instagram ft @xaviermattthews