chaotic dumbass

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sophiedelaney·:

Sophie was relieved for a second to see him open his eyes and now she was about to face another problem. Carefully following his eye and hand movements she felt her heart pounding in her chest as if it wanted to break away. But she had to look as strong as she could until she made sure the intruder was no threat. His cockiness though, that caught her off guard. He was the one covered in wine with nothing but boxers on -and hand ties- and yet still he was trying to make a joke? “What- what the fuck? Who are you and what were you doing in front of my window? Hey- put your hands somewhere I can see them or else I’m calling the cops.” she said looking him directly in the eye, in an attempt to create a bold impression.

Julian chuckled at her display of authority. "Cute," he muttered under his breathe while she was giving her demand. "Alright, alright, you've got me," he said nonchalantly. He did as he was told; leaning forward and resting his boung hands on his knees. His body felt sticky with the dried wine that had left a portion of his hair dripping. It was either wine or his blood or a mixture of both, he hasn't checked. He smirked and teased her further. "Between you and me, this looks more like a kidnapping than anything else... Did you even check if I'm bleeding?" He raised his hands to feel a sore spot on his head and saw blood on his fingers. It turned his mood sour. This was not how he imagined his escape to be. He inhaled sharply and looked at her with a stern impression on his face. "I was only going to ask if you'd let me use your front door to get out of this place. I came from the apartment upstairs," he explained, rather agitated, "but instead of letting me talk, you decided to smash a bottle on my head, give me a concussion, and tie me up like you're some kind of psychopath." Frustrated, he got up and walked towards a nearby mirror on the wall. Jesus, he looked worse for wear because of this girl. He tried to view his head wound but couldn't. "Probably wasted some good wine too."

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halfdivines·:

eyelids still halfway closed , reigne made her way to the kitchen , the dryness in her throat aching for any sort of hydration . opening the fridge and pouring the cold water into her glass , her movements were almost automatic , requiring no light to complete . at the knock , however , the girl jumped , dropping the cup , creating a huge mess of water and glass pieces . placing the pitcher back in the fridge and closing it , she looked at the source of the sound , both astounded and scared at the figure behind the window . she stood there , waiting for him to leave but when she realized he was not going anywhere any second soon , she decided to open the window , “ i have to admit , i’m impressed , “ a smirk plastered on her features as she leaned on the counter , inspecting the scenario in front of her , ” this is a very original way of robbing someone , ”

As he was getting dressed in the fire escape, Julian was startled by the sound of broken glass.  He drew close to the window and his eyes darted from the mess on the floor to the woman who was responsible for it. For a moment they were both just staring at each other, waiting for the other to give in. Julian held his ground. A sigh of relief escaped him when the girl relented and opened the window. He chuckled at her remark and mirrored her smirk. He went closer and sat on the open window still with his arms folded against his chest. "You know, you should be more cautious in opening your windows to strangers," he advised, "I could've been a real robber. Or worse--" Still, he was happy that people here seemed to be trusting of strangers despite the threat of disappearances and murders. It made his life easier. He smiled and nodded to the mess on her floor. "Sorry about that, by the way. You need help?"

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luciferpens·:

Jasmine yawned, she was just finishing up some edits on her laptop when she heard the tap on her window. Her brow furrowed, and she glanced over her shoulder towards the glass. But nothing seemed to be there. Assuming it was a rock she returned to her laptop, clicked save and then closed her laptop. A yawn, and a stretch later and she moved towards the window …. just to double-check. When she saw the half-naked man perched on the fire escape, she practically jumped out of her skin when she saw him. Hand flying to her chest followed by a small chuckle and a shake of her head, She opened the window and poked her head out. “Yes?” she said, head cocked. 

Julian was occasionally glancing up to check if his one-night-stand had noticed his absence. Luckily there were no signs, probably still snoring away. He was now staring out the dark alley and relished the cold night air. When he heard the opening of a window and a female's voice, he turned around with the friendliest, most harmless smile he could muster. "Hey--" He waved awkwardly as his other hand held his bunched up clothes against his boxers. "Sorry to bother you. I know this sounds weird, and I know I may seem like a creep, but would you mind letting me in please? I'd rather not jump into the trash bins below really."

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bornofdivinity·:

She couldn’t sleep. Not that that was weird, she had always been a night owl. But given that she still had unpacking to do, she would have much preferred it if she hadn’t stayed awake this late. With a yawn, she started to make her way towards the small kitchen, hoping a cup of tea would knock her out, only to pause when she heard the faint knocking sound. Flipping the switch, she squinted as she fought to make out the shape of someone outside her window. Walking over, she opened it slightly, enough to be heard, but not enough to let anyone in, arms folded across her chest. “Is this, like, a normal thing here?” A pause. “Please say no.”

Finally. A smile of relief formed on Julian's lips when the lights turned on and a girl approached the window. He chuckled at her question and confessed hushedly, "I mean... having been with your neighbor upstairs, I wouldn't be surprised if were." He figured though that other people might spare the trouble and leave normally (you know, like with an actual goodbye) in the morning. Julian preferred to skip the formalities. He continued buttoning his shirt and looked at her expectantly. "So are you gonna let me in or are you just gonna watch me get dressed?" He smirked. "Just so we're clear, I'm not a robber or a pervert or anything. I just need to use your front door."

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julian & theo

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xxmythopoeic·:

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It was one of those nights. One of those nights when sleep wasn’t his friend, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter the empire of dreams and for some reason he couldn’t bother sneaking into other’s dreams. Thus, Theodore did the one thing that usually calmed him down at times like this - sitting in his small studio, rather messy at the moment, with a guitar in his hands. 

As he hadn’t lived in the apartment complex long enough, he hadn’t had the chance to get to know his neighbors well. But, who could be bothered by the very quiet melody he played?

It was one of those nights. The rare kind, where Julian preferred utter silence than the blaring sound of classical music like Vivaldi's Summer in G Minor: Presto. He was entranced by a book he was reading (Yeats' A Vision) and even the faintest sound of his neighbor's music gnawed at his focus. He was also new to the apartment complex, so instead of confronting the person right away, he shut his windows hoping to muffle the noise. However, the walls of their apartment were apparently too thin. He groaned and cursed when it seemed like his neighbor had no intention of stopping. "Oh for fuck's sake--"

He stormed out of his apartment and banged on his neighbor's door. Usually it was the other way around but oh how the tables have turned. Julian kept on banging. "Hey, can you turn in down in there? Some one us are trying to read." Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? Ruining Julian's perfectly quiet evening?

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jaexholland·:

Jae seemed unphased by the stranger’s hostility. It was early, and he could probably attribute some of his moody attitude to the hangover. He tilted his head to the side when his next question was dodged. Maybe the drinking was a sore subject? Perhaps the experience wasn’t a pleasant one? “I suppose it’s not my business. I thought I’d ask anyway, though, it’s a pretty funny situation!” He said, keeping his tone light-hearted in spite. “Besides, what else are two strangers to talk about while waiting for their orders?”

Julian rolled his eyes in disbelief. The little patience he had at the beginning was wearing thinner as more seconds passed without a hangover cure. He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled sharply. "Look, mate," He squared his shoulders as he faced the stranger. "I don't know what fucking happy pill you're on but you're making my headache worse." He kept his voice hushed but stern. As much as he'd love to make a scene, it was too early in the morning. "Just tell me what the fuck you want from me."

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astrid-matthews·:

Judging from the way he buttoned his shirt wrong and his state of partial undress, Astrid assumed he was either escaping from his one-night-stand or he was just a terrible burglar. She lowered her bat but kept her eyes on him in case he tried anything. “Why are you on the fire escape?” She asked as her mind’s eye rattled on his vitals as it always did. “I mean, why can’t you just make it all the way down or use your own door?” 

Julian groaned at her line of inquiries. If it wasn't freezing and if he weren't half-naked, maybe he could've had more patience with her. It's not like he was asking for a big favor anyway. He rolled his eyes, "GEE, why didn't I think of that?" he retorted sarcastically, "—because I'm obviously not from here!." His raised voice startled a stray cat from the waste bin below and Julian's heart almost jumped from his chest. "Fuck—" He peered at the third-storey window from where he came from and ducked when he saw the girl he was avoiding on the look out. "Fuck it—" He inhaled a sharp breath and tried to force himself in. "Move over—c'mon she's gonna see me—"

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sophiedelaney·:

Sophie was having some quailty self care time which included a cheese platter and two bottles of wine. She was already through a bottle and drinking the second one when she heard tapping voices coming from the kitchen. Her first thought was that it was a thief. She clearly wasn’t thinking well. Then she remembered the disappearances of demigods and started to panic. She grabbed the closest weapon to her which was a half empty bottle of wine and peeked to the window from the kitchen door. It was dark in the kitchen but she was certain she saw a silhouette. She approached the window from the side, opened it and immediately swung the bottle towards his head knocking him unconscious. “Fuck. That was such a waste of perfectly fine Merlot.”

After taking a look at the man and seeing his state, she came to the conclusion that he was harmless, still she had to be sure. With some trouble she carried him inside and tied his hands. Feeling somewhat guilty, she opened another bottle and started to wait for him to wake up. Luckily it didn’t take too long.

The last thing Julian remembered before he blacked out was the sound of a window opening and turning around to a WHACK on his head. He woke up on a couch with his vision blurry and blinded by the flourescent lights. His head throbbed too from where the bottle smashed his head. He tried to shade his eyes with his hands but was surprised to see them bound tightly together by rope. "Fuck," he muttured under his breath in disbelief. Of all the people who could've owned this apartment and answered his call, it HAD to be a psycho with readily-available ropes. He sat up and checked himself for other unwanted surprises and thankfully found none—okay, good, still had his boxers on. At least that was a relief.

He glanced at his surroundings to find a homey apartment. It doesn't look like it belonged to a psycho. And then his eyes met with his captor's. He stiffled a laugh. Seeing the girl lowered his guard and gave a whole new (albeit deranged and, frankly, incorrect) meaning to the scenario in Julian's mind. Truth be told, this was not the first time Julian woke up with hands tied. It was either one of two situations; one was fun and the other not so much. He'd much rather this was the former. He remained seated and faced her direction, hands between his legs. He flashed the pretty girl a sly smile. "Look, if you wanted me bound and in my underwear, you could've asked nicely." Yup, leave it up to Julian to downplay potentially dangerous scenarios and toy with his fate.

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fromthegodz·:

The man turned more to see the other’s face. Ouch, that had to hurt. He looked around and remembered he had a water bottle. He held it in his hand making the water colder, not frozen but a nice cold bottle and handed it over to the boy. “Here ya go, I take it you didn’t fall. I know it’s not my place, but I hope you’re ok” he said softly and gently. Having quite a few kids and even some around his age- adopted-  he did care about the people of the island especially those youngers. 

Julian watched the stranger person carefully. He was built like a fucking mountain; he looked like someone you wouldn't wanna mess with (tempting, but no), but luckily he seems like the friendly type. The guy offered him an makeshift ice pack for Christ's sake. Pretty awesome powers at that, he just gave away that he was the son of Poseidon or some water fairy of some shit. Julian took the water bottle and held it to his eye. "Thanks... I guess," he replied, casually shurgging his shoulders. He leaned back and relaxed on the bench. "I've had worse honestly," he remarked, a sullen look of defeat on his face. "What are you so happy about?," he asked grumpily.

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tvkingchvnces·:

Roman was home alone, which was not how he liked to spend his Friday nights, but he was also having trouble sleeping.  That in and of itself wasn’t unusual, seeing how his nights were usually spent awake until sunrise.  So, he’d made his way into his kitchen to make a midnight (or rather, 3AM) snack when he heard what sounded like a knock on his window.  Eyes widening, he looked over and opened his window, a smirk tugging at his lips.  “Rough night?”  He asked to the other man in his boxers.

Finally. About time they answered the knock on their window, he thought he'd have to freeze to death first. He was tugging on his shirt when the apartment owner approached and opened the window. A quick scan of the guy in front of him registered into an involuntary smirk on his lips. "Well it ain't over yet," he leered, his gaze thick with something inappropriate in mind. It didn't even register to Julian that he'd be mistaken for a creep or something. "So are you gonna let me in or what? It's fucking freezing out here, mate. And I don't wanna go back upstairs." 

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absentialucis·:

One thing that could be said for Briar was on a Saturday night she was going to find some sort of party happening on the island. Life was too drab without a little fun. For her, that was drinking, dancing and maybe someone to keep her warm for the evening. The house party, thrown by some of the nymphs children (and did they throw a fucking party) had been fun at first but a fight brought the mood down considerably. That’s how she ended up taking the long way back towards the apartment she shared with Atticus. Anything could catch her eye and if she hadn’t made it home yet there was no reason to deny herself some more fun. Buzz still coursing through her veins, Briar not paying much attention to her surroundings. Mistake number one.

Suddenly, Briar found herself being dragged into an alleyway and her mouth being covered. At first, her mind tried to keep up with what was happening. Eyes drawn to the crimson color hovering around the man before narrowed eyes followed his sight line. Ah, so he was using her to get out of being tracked down. She swatted the hand away covering her mouth and gave an incredulous look towards the man pinning her to a brick wall. “I think the coast is clear. Now hands off,” she commanded in a quiet tone. “Are you insane? People are disappearing. I was ten seconds from breaking your nose.” Briar’s eyes finally taking in the man in front of her and while he happened to be attractive she needed to hold her ground.

In all honesty, Julian wasn’t even paying attention to her anymore. Yeah she was pretty—the kind of pretty that'll make him look back if he saw her on the street—but he'd rather not get beat up right now so he had to focus on the real important matter here. His gaze was fixed on the well-lit street, checking if there were other people running but there were not. Did he actually trick the fucking idiots? He didn't have the time to gloat because little miss tough girl over there swatted his hand away. "Ow, watch it--" He rubbed the spot where she hit his hand and though it was dark he was pretty sure she left a red mark. Yet a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips. He clearly enjoyed her fiestiness. He stepped back, hands in the air to prove he's harmless, but rolled his eyes playfully at her threat. "Like you could ever," he taunted, with a chuckle at the end. He gently nudged her shoulder at arm's length. "C'mon, I mean how often do you meet someone like this?" he teased, grinning widely but friendly. He straightened and introduced himself, "I'm Julian," and offered a handshake, "—and I promise I'm not gonna hurt you."

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jaexholland·:

Jae blinked a couple times. He felt a pang of guilt for bothering him, but also couldn’t help but feel a bit amused. Poor guy seemed to be going through it, clearly the result of a fun night out. “You know, I’m not sure that they have those here,” he responded, a half-smile playing on his face. “But, I heard caffeine and aspirin works just as well.” He turned back towards the barista and ordered an iced latte. He stepped off to the side, letting the next person order. He looked back over at the guy and asked idly, “Ordering a bloody mary at a cafe at 7:15 in the morning? It sounds like you had quite the wild night.”

Julian cringed at the thought of coffee and side-eyed the suspuciously friendly stranger from head to toe. Who the fuck is that fucking chipper in the morning? "I say bullshit—" He scanned the menu—what the fuck even is the difference between cold brew and iced? aren't they both cold?—and settled on hot ginger tea with lemon. That helped with hangovers right? Had the coffeeshop not been crowded, he wouldn't actually stand beside this creep to wait for his order. He asked too many questions. Julian still had a look of distrust on his face and shurgged. "I don't see why it's any of your business" He looked away and muttered under his breath. "—fucking weirdo."

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astrid-matthews·:

It was unconventional, but it wasn’t like Astrid ever had a normal sleeping schedule to begin with. She slept all afternoon and woke up around 2AM to eat dinner and prep her breakfast and lunchbox for her shift later at 6AM. She didn’t feel like taking another nap, so she began following a yoga video off her tablet and was just really getting into it when there was a sound by her window. After hearing about all the disappearances and a murder, she didn’t take any chances. grabbing the baseball bat she walked to her window preparing to swing. “Who the hell are you?”

Julian had his back turned from the window and was in the midst of putting on his shirt when he was startled by the girl's voice behind him. He was careful to speak in hushed tones to avoid making a fuss. "Hey, can you let me in I just— WHOA" Upon seeing her armed with a bat, he jerked back against the rails, eyes wide and hands grasping his shirt. "CHRIST-- you fucking scared me." Okay, maybe in hindsight, knocking on someone's window at an ungodly hour might make him seem like a criminal. But would a criminal have enough manners to knock first instead of breaking and entering? He didn't think so. "Listen, I just need to use your front door."

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fromthegodz·:

Val looked up from the bench he was sitting on in the park. It was a wonderful afternoon, very sunny. He debated going for a swim either in his pool or the ocean, of course the ocean was much more what he preferred. He sighed and smiled at the person nearest to him “Great day, huh?” he asked happily. He knew everything that was going on, the Island was to get away from that, so why was it happening again. As the ‘father figure’ of the island, he had to stay positive and strong. 

Julian had a rough night—nay, rough was an understatement. He picked a fight last night with the wrong crowd. As much as he thrived in conflict, he really couldn't do much when the people he pissed off were sons of Ares who were literally twice his size. Long story short, he was left with bloodied clothes, a black eye, a broken nose, and a busted lip the next day when he woke on a park bench. To make matters worse, mister nice-guy on the bench next to his seemed to make fun of his misery. He shot him a look, making sure he got the full view of his busted face. "Yeah," he replied, sarcasm thick in his voice, "absolutely wonderful".

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jaexholland·:

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Jae was not a morning person. Today, he found himself awake at the ungodly hour of 7 a.m. Ah, the wonders of an early photoshoot. He’d managed to drag himself out of bed and then down the street to the coffee house. There was only one way he was going to get through this, and that was caffeine. He stood in the long line, analyzing the coffee menu. When he finally got to the front of the line, he pondered for a few more moments. “Hm. Cold brew or iced?” He mumbled, a bit bemused. He gazed over his shoulder to the person behind him. “What do you suggest?”

Julian was nursing a hangover from binge-drinking with a bunch of strangers the night before. He didn't know what kind of magical liquor Icaria had around town but it was stronger than what he ever encountered back home leading to a fantastic wild night. Earlier that day he said fuck it and he skipped his early morning class to get a cure for his hangover. He was in line for a drink, distractedly browsing on his phone, when he thought the bartender was talking to him. "Do you give bloody marys to-go?" he asked, looking up from his phone to the person in front of him. He was surprised when he realized that he wasn't talking to the bartender, even more surprised when it registered that he wasn't at a bar. "Fuck-- sorry--" No wonder it reeked too much of coffee.

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Tiptoeing oh so carefully while picking up his clothes from the floor, Julian was looking to get away as quickly and as quietly as possible from his one-night stand. The front door was too far away so he looked to the third-storey fire escape. Only when he reached the last floor (still in nothing but his boxers) did he realize that directly under the rusty ladder was a waste container waiting to catch him--and no way in hell was he taking the plunge in that. He weighed his options and decided to tap on the window beside him. It was a dark but lived-in kitchen, and hopefully someone was at home to let him in--despite it being 3AM. 

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It was quite amazing, really. His second night on the island and Julian had already pissed off a bunch of assholes from whoever forsaken god they spawned from. Within a span of fifteen minutes from when he arrived at some random party, one thing led to another, which led to a thrilling chase around the neighborhood.

He couldn't run forever of course, he had to somehow shake them off to get through with his evening. On a semi-crowded business street he took a random girl by the hand and pulled her on a dark alleyway. It was an old trick; no one liked looking at PDA. He pinned her to the wall and covered her mouth with a free hand, all while alerting his gaze on the gang of demigods running past them without a clue. "Keep quiet-- I'm not gonna hurt you--" It was only then that he actually looked at her--and my what a sight she was. He smirked and relaxed his hold on her a bit. "Sorry we had to meet like this. Just give me ten more seconds." Really it was NOT the time to flirt when he was basically keeping her hostage, but carpe diem so they say.