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tyler payson maddox. twenty three. your friendly neighborhood photojournalist. raised in queens. remember to tip your baristas.

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alexandervbarrett·:

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They were somewhere here. They had to be. Alex hadn’t come all this fucking way to spend his night celebrating some spoiled brat’s nineteenth birthday to walk away empty-handed. Currently, Alexander found himself posed at one of the tables scattered around the grand banquet hall, his phone before him on the table alongside a half-eaten plate of filet mignon and herb-roasted veggies.

Pushing away his plate of food, Alex stood up and slipped through the crowd, making his way around the ballroom where guests young and old danced; some among friends, some among more intimate romantic partners, as he slipped onto one of the vast balconies that scattered the hotel property, unlocking his phone and searching for a specific contact in his phone.

“Balcony’s occupied,” he said without glancing up from his phone at the first sound of the balcony doors snicking open. “Find somewhere else to be.”

“M’bad, sir. I meant to... not be outside.” Tyler had basically lived through his camera lens the whole night, seeing nothing of the party unless it was through a viewfinder. It was just a sense that kept him from bumping into a partygoer and having to apologize profusely. The people here were miles from where Tyler was in life, even as much of a standout in the NYPD, Tyler knew he was out of place here. But everyone was having fun and Tyler did was he did best, take photos of others, capture the moments that could be forgotten or ruined in an instant.

Although it seemed that accidentally walking outside into this man’s space was a moment ruined. 

He tentatively put his camera down, letting it hang from the strap around his neck. “D-do you want me to get that for you?” Tyler asked noting the plate of food that had been pushed aside, not sure if he should play the role of a dutiful paid servant for the night. Even if he was being paid by the hour and by the photo count afterward, Tyler wasn’t one of the food staff, but he was on the clock. He might as well. 

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tommymaddoxx‌:

Thomas had always tried to make an effort to make it to dinner. For the first year after the incident, he moved back with them and stayed with Tyler and their aunt. He wanted to make sure that he was there for Tyler after everything happened. Two years after that, when everything seemed to settle is when Tommy decided that it was time for him to go out on his own again. His attendance to the dinners shifted dramatically from every night, to twice a week and so forth until he had gotten so busy that whenever he could swing by was good enough for his aunt. And while there were some months where it was hard to find time, he would go out of his way to make time.

Crime had admittedly been up, the amount of homicide cases had been piling on his desk at an exponential rate and there seemed to be no sign of stopping. He looked over at his desk, the files begging to be searched through, the victims to be brought to justice. Tommy almost picked up the phone to call his aunt to let her know that he wasn’t going to be able to make it. Almost. But as he started dialing the numbers he realized that he had bailed on them the last time he promised to come over. It was just dinner after all, and food was something that Tommy hadn’t had anything of the entire day. The cases could wait until the morning— his family couldn’t.

He quickly gathered his things to make his way to them, shoving a single case file into his bag to look at after dinner. He was a sucker for working even when he wasn’t getting paid for it. The subway ride from Manhattan to Astoria was a bit long, but he should make it just before 6:30, which would have given him plenty of time to even help his aunt with the cooking. That was his passion after all, set on the back burner for him to take up a life of uncovering the truths of crime in the city of New York.

Arriving just before 6:15, he was amazed at how quickly he had managed to get there. He was only lucky of course that the subway system had been working in his favor that day rather than against it. He let himself in, of course having keys for himself in case of any emergency and looked around trying to find any source of life besides the TV that had been running. It didn’t seem like their aunt was there, perhaps running a few last minute errands before they got dinner rolling. Tommy made his way to Tyler’s room, seeing his brother among all of his old stuff just watching him engrossed in the photo he was looking at.

When Tyler called him out for not knocking, he chuckled slightly. “Ah, you seemed to be in your head, didn’t want to barge in on your thoughts,” he smiled before setting his bag down onto the ground outside of Tyler’s room. “Eh, I figured it was time to make it. Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you and I was really craving enchiladas tonight. How’ve you been?” he asked letting himself into the room before sitting down on the bed. “Everything with Evie going smoothly? What about with the precinct?”

“When has that ever, ever, stopped you before?” Thomas Maddox was a detective. Asking invasive questions was part of Tyler’s life growing up. As far as older brothers go, Tyler knew he lucked out with Tommy. As if he had any say, but given the circumstances, he was fortunate. Even with their age difference, it didn’t really matter, although at the end of it Tommy raised him just as much as his aunt or their parents did. A responsibility no twenty-year-old should have to take up, not when they were already settled into college and preparing for the world. Tyler tried, he tried his best to not make Tommy worry. He was only eight years old, a month shy of being nine, when they lost their parents. Being an innocent child after that wasn’t allowed, especially when it really felt like all he had left in his life was his older brother.

Tyler tore his eyes away from the frame, falling backward to take a seat on his bed. “I was waiting for the day I was asked to drag you back here, kicking and screaming. Dais’s been asking about the last time you had a homecooked meal, which is dumb because you were the only one that really knew how to cook in the house.” He turned his head, cocking an eyebrow as he finally looked at his brother. “Evie’s fine.” He answered small upturn in his voice not unnoticed. “Work is good. I mean it isn’t good that I have to take photos because there’s crime, but y’know. I’m being paid.”

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castillomonica‌:

     “Oh.” She blinked a few times - that took her off-guard. She definitely didn’t expect this puppy-like kid to say that none of the blood and gore of his job really bothered him. She knew that New York was a shitstorm right now; everyone did. There had to be a lot that this kid saw that most people his age didn’t even dream of. Monica laughed as soon as he started rambling about how he sounded almost serial killer-esque - he really was like a puppy. She gave him a smile as soon as he said that her past profession was the reason she could get him to talk. “I guess I just have a knack for getting people to spill their guts,” she joked, despite the fact that it was completely serious. “People sometimes sit there for hours and just talk on and on, kid, I promise, you aren’t the worst of it. I’m glad that you get to take pictures of alive people, too, for your sake.”

“You know, that’s not the worst kind of thing to see,” Tyler mentioned. “Spilled guts just never look real. The realization that it is real is when you’re hit with the smell, since y’know, digestive system and all that.” He kept a smile on his face at the word kid. Tyler knew he had this thing, even if just finding women older than him a lot more appealing than the ones his own age, he had a perpetual face of a teenager. Thankfully minus the acne. It wasn’t like he really had a relationship with anyone since college, but he always just had a better time talking to them. But who knew if Tyler was ever going to see this woman again. The chance to get a name seemed gone by now and it was already settled that he was a kid. He was still talking to her though and it was enough for that small romantic part of his heart, even if his romantic heart would want him to gravitate to women very clearly out of his league. “I only deal with the after. If I had to see the during, that would be a first class trip to a therapy couch.”

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soleilfournier‌:

      There were times that Soleil felt guilty for getting himself into art trances, where absolutely nothing else mattered aside from painting. He knew that he had other obligations, that he had friendships to uphold and plans that he’d made previously. He felt guilty for not setting alarms, and, if he had set alarms, he frequently painted right through them, not even realizing that they’d gone off. While painting, he kept his phone on the other side of the loft, just because of the sheer fact that, if he kept it next to him, there’d be paint covering the screen before he’d even realized that it was near him. Not that Soleil didn’t want to spend time peeling dried acrylics from his phone screen – it was just easier to keep it by the sink where he washed his brushes (and his hands). 

     When Tyler brought up some beautiful woman, Soleil decided then and there to keep it between the two of them. There were just some things that Evie didn’t need to know, and that was one of them. It was times like these that Soleil wished that his friend took his advice and just told Tyler how she felt; it would be so much easier for everyone involved. Maybe he was being too French, too romantic, to think that everything would work out for the better, but he doubted that that was the case. When the three of them had fooled around together in college, it was always Tyler and Evie gravitating towards one another, that is, before Tyler started hooking up with his professor. That was never to be mentioned again.

     Soleil chuckled softly when Tyler told him that he’d already taken sips from the coffee. It wasn’t like that mattered to him - if he really wanted the coffee, he would’ve had some even if Tyler had drank from it beforehand. It wasn’t like he’d never done that before, and it wasn’t like he’d never kissed Tyler. They’d shared plenty of things together. He just knew that the coffee would go to waste on him. He was perfectly energized after his time spent painting. “Yes, but just because you have countless clothing with paint on it does not mean I want to add to that countless amount - I paint in the same clothing most of the time for a reason. It is not fair to expect you to have more paint-dirtied clothing than I do.” Soleil did have expensive taste when it came to his clothes, which was another reason that he wouldn’t wear just anything into the studio, but that point didn’t really matter. 

      He tilted his head slightly when Tyler said that there was a camera that he could possibly paint. “Oh…?” That was the first time in all of their years of friendship that he’d heard those words out of Tyler. “You have me intrigued, my friend. Please, tell me more…” He shifted his position on the couch to face Tyler more, crossing his legs in front of him, eager and willing to listen.

“Most of which was my own fault, but it really fits the Williamsburg, vintage feel that apparently I rock so I’m not complaining. I never expect to leave your studio as clean as I came in. The only thing that paint should never touch, is my camera, at least not this one. You have your rules, I have mine.” While Soleil was still close, Tyler reached over to take off some paint that somehow made it to the other boy’s face. A small streak of yellow that was just as bright as the light that radiated from the boy found its way onto his skin and Tyler couldn’t help but take a small glance at the palette, seeing only primarily pink. It was magic to him, seeing the environment that Soleil worked in. To see a blur of colors transform into something recognizable. A talent that Tyler could enjoy and never hope to attain, nor would ever want it. This was Soleil’s domain and he enjoyed seeing the artist thrive.

Tyler sat up straighter, ready to finally share his plan with someone else. He knew it was a good plan, but if Soleil liked it, then everything would be set into motion. “So you know how last year I basically almost forgot about Eevee’s birthday. I mean, I found something for her that was perfect last minute, thanks to your help, but I cannot do that again.” He paused to take a huge swig of the coffee, already feeling the jitters coming. “So, y’know, just thinking three months ahead this time. Part one of her present would be something joint between you and me that we can just give her. It’s probably stupid cheesy but I already bought a Polaroid camera. It’s yellow and it’s almost perfect. I just need you to work your magic on it.” 

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castillomonica‌:

      The kid was cute, Monica would give him that. He reminded her of a puppy, almost. Shy at first, but still eager to speak and to listen. When he told her that he worked for the police department, she tried not to react with anything more than a nod. She didn’t want to seem so shocked by the appearance of police or anyone affiliated with them - that would be like admitting guilt without saying a thing. “Forensic photography - that’s gotta be some gruesome stuff, right…? You sleep okay at night?” When she was asked if she was also in the creative field, she laughed a little. “No - I don’t have that kind of talent. I’m a bartender.” She was, at one point in her life, so that wasn’t completely a lie. 

“None of it really bothers me. Never really had.” It seemed so casual and so easy, having that slip out of his mouth. Homicide was frequent, more than Tyler expected when he joined the force, but the sight of the dead bodies never unsettled him. Although he was almost quick enough to realize how horrible that sounded. “I mean, I say that in the least serial killer-esque way possible. It’s why it’s nice to still get to take the fun photos, the photos of people still alive. It’s... yeah.” Tyler closed his eyes, scrunching his face up in mild embarrassment. She was easy to talk to, but easy to talk to also meant a waterfall of words coming out of his mouth that Tyler never had any hope to control it, only hope that they passed through his brain. “No wonder I can just keep talking. You’re a bartender.”

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a-shepherd·:

Just how fucking long did it take to get a black coffee? Sure, he was probably grabbing things for the members of the precinct as well, but there was no way in holy hell that Maddox was taking three hours just to do that.

And yet, three hours later Mr. Maddox had the audacity to just waltz into her office, during one of the rare times her door was open. What did she look like? A welcoming person? Andy looked up from her work (she’d spent all night awake and the words were barely making sense), tone stiff. The dart in her hand almost hit him and she managed to redirect her aim in the last second so that it hit one of the headshots shots she’d strung up on a cork-board alongside a map of New York City. 

This is what happened when Andy was left without coffee. She started taking literal shots in the dark. 

“I was about to call SWAT to come get you.” She said as walked up to the board to pluck the darts from it.  Her interrogation was cut short by his explanation, an explanation came in the form of the pastrami sandwich, fresh, and the bag of gummy bears. Honestly? Not fair. It made her soften slightly and that made a noticeable difference on her. Still - 

Eat. Drink. What did she look like? Some kind of child that needed to be taken care of? She was fine, thank you very much. She had at least a handle of whiskey in the bottom drawer of her desk for when she clocked out and she hadn’t quite gotten to only the pineapple gummy bears in her bag. 

All griping aside though, Tyler was a lot like his brother, which is to say, he was one of the good ones, and so that was the only reason he was still standing in her office and not kicked out. She really was grateful. Her stomach, her tired body, weary eyes, all of it, grateful. 

“Thank you.” She said and it was clear they weren’t words she said often. She returned to her seat, leaned forward to put the darts in his hand - a clear, take your shot, kid! - and then went for the offerings he’d laid out in front of her. Gummies off the side, Andy split the pastrami sandwich and pushed one of the halves towards Tyler. 

 “Still doesn’t explain the three hours though. If you stopped to take pictures I hope they were fucking amazing.”

She was doing the math in her head of course. Katz’s and Starbucks - it was, what? About a 2.4 mile round trip? Three hours? No way. 

He wished he didn’t flinch. The idea of the cool superhero that was just so aware of his surroundings, to not bat an eyelash at a dart flying past his face, would be an ideal that Tyler wished he could fulfill. At least he didn’t jump ten feet in the air out of fear.

Although if there was one person to really be afraid of in the whole building, it would be Andrea Shepherd and her missing ring finger. He only heard a rumor about it and he figured that asking about it would be a death wish.

“I’m that important that you’d call in SWAT? That’s flattering.” He turned down the offer for the other half the sandwich, the one that he had earlier still digesting in his stomach. Even though he knew he was in some kind of shit and the fear that was bubbling a little in his stomach, Tyler just smiled. He knew he did just enough to curve her anger to not amount of any physical harm. He hoped.

He relaxed, not realizing how much tension he was holding in his shoulders until it was loosened up at the words of thanks. It was small things that he noticed, not just through the lens of the camera, but just being around that helped him slip out of trouble, to help him slip through life.

“A few, but nothing that’s worth sharing. Just decided to take the scenic route in hopes of stumbling into something. Guess New York wanted to be quiet today.”

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» . ( @christianvbennet )

As grateful as Tyler was for his job, he hated being in the precinct. Call it that natural fear of being around police officers, that feeling that even though he did absolutely nothing wrong, he was going to get in trouble. To be fair, Tyler had gotten in trouble numerous times in his life, but nothing that warranted an arrest (as far as the police knew), but it was a weird sensation that never quieted even now, as he worked for the NYPD.

There was also the fact that he mostly either sat around until he was called to a crime scene or was sent out to get coffee or lunch for the officers stuck on desk duty.

He was happy to be called out now, not for work and not because he was being a runner, but to meet up with one Christian Bennet. Tyler, honestly, had no clue why the older man wanted to speak to him, but he didn’t question it. The Bennet boy had been a figure in Tyler’s life for so long, Christian was basically another older brother. When Tyler couldn’t find or reach Tommy, he could always count on Christian, although most of the time, the two were with each other.

Something nagged at him, though, as he neared the café and saw the older man waiting outside. Tyler was pretty sure the coffee cup had barely been touched, surprised that Christian would wait for him to show up. “Hey. Sorry about running late. I hope what you needed to talk to me wasn’t really a time sensitive issue, but there’s something I also need to run by you before I talk to Tommy about it.” Tyler gnawed a little at the inside of his cheek, too anxious to wait for his friend’s reply but also too nervous to stop talking. “I could’ve just ran and brought that back to you at the precinct if you wanted.”

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» . ( @kanafau )

It was a dumb impulse purchase. Tyler knew that he could use them for himself, take a proper day off and enjoy summer like he did when he was in school––to be a kid with no worries other than the impending back to school rush and preparing for new classes (it was thrill that he did actually miss). To try to reclaim the feeling of summer that he once had, instead of this slow cynical feeling of not liking summer. 

It was the heat. It was purely because of the heat. Damn climate change.

Nevertheless, the tickets in his hand would not go to waste with him but Tyler had a better idea of what to do with them. “Hey, hey Officer Fau. I, uh, I stupidly got these Fixed Date passes to Luna Park and I can’t go this weekend. There’s a thing I already committed to going to with some friends and I didn’t want them to go to waste. Would yo--You can have them if you’d like. There’s four.”

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soleilfournier‌:

      Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d heard the door opening. It wasn’t as if the door to his studio was quiet - both the doors to the studio and to his loft were loud, heavy things. More of a burden to open than they seemed from the outside. They alerted him just as well as an alarm would when someone came in, because it was impossible to open those things quietly. The turning of the lock, the swinging of the door - everything was enough to alert Soleil that there was someone in his space. That didn’t mean that he pulled away from the canvas he was hunched towards, of course - he was in the heat of the moment, he had just enough pink paint on his palette to finish off the cloud that he was working on, and he didn’t want that paint to dry out in the moments it took to have a conversation with whomever had just walked in.

    When the cloud was finally finished, and just as perfect as Soleil’s standards that he held himself to, he turned around in his stool to see Tyler sitting on his couch. He smiled at the sight of his friend, getting up to greet him. “Ah - putain, désolé - I am so sorry, Tyler… I lost track of time, I suppose…” A clearly upset look crossed his expression - upset at himself. He shouldn’t have done that. That happened often when he was painting. That’s why, when in school, his painting had been reserved for after classes or during the weekends, when he wouldn’t miss anything important because of his ability to get lost in his work. He’d learned that lesson one too many times before instilling the rule. He should’ve remembered his plans for Tyler and himself to get coffee, and now he felt terribly guilty for forgetting. 

      “You can have the-” gestures at the drink. Sitting down beside him, Soleil gave him a little smile. “I do not want to get paint all over you,” he admitted. Otherwise, he would’ve hugged him - Tyler knew that. Instead, he just pressed a quick kiss to either of Tyler’s cheeks, as customary a greeting as he’d ever get. Gesturing to the camera, Soleil smiled. “You know my offer to paint that still applies, oui? I would do that for you in a heartbeat. Anything you would want.” He’d offered multiple times before. He wasn’t offended whenever Tyler turned him down, though - Tyler was rarely separated from the camera, and Soleil was certain that he’d get separation anxiety in the time it took for Soleil to paint it and for the camera to dry. “I am sorry I forgot about our meeting. You should have come up here earlier…”

Tyler shook his head but a smile was clearly on his face. He was used to this now, not in a way where Tyler had any issue with it. The plans he made with Soleil were never rock solid unless it was Tyler setting a time and coming over to grab the painter himself. He was lax with it, not really caring too much about it because he would rather just show up at Soleil’s studio to see the artist at work than feel like he had to pull himself away. It wasn’t as if Tyler’s schedule was so strict that he only had an hour or two to see Soleil. It was just a nice change of pace for the both of them. “It’s not an issue. You know I can be by myself for hours. I didn’t even realize two hours had passed. I got caught up in a nice conversation with a beautiful woman. No better way to pass the time.” Tyler made sure to mention the second part, only to reassure his friend. If it really was important, all Tyler really had to do was call up Evie and the two of them would stop by to drag the French boy out of his art blocks or painting marathons. It was their duty as his friend to do so.

“Good, because I already took, like, two sips of it,” Tyler said with a laugh before readjusting his hand on the cup so it was ready for him to drink from again. “You say that like I actually care. I have countless pieces of clothing where I’ll find random streaks of paint, whether it be because I hit the wrong thing in here or it transferred from you.”  Tyler, nevertheless, returned the greeting, the scent of the gamsol much stronger around the artist. Sometimes he wondered if art, in all forms, was the most self-destructive path in life. To have to make one’s emotions available and so openly vulnerable for others to see, while also subjecting oneself to harsh chemicals. With painters, it’s the various mediums and chemicals used. With photographers, it was the printmaking process. And that was only the physical toils. Yet here he and Soleil were, armed with tools of celebrating the human spirit, capturing in two different forms, but also possibly causing their own self-destruction.

He held up his camera, examining the silver and brown body. The piece itself was art to Tyler, this particular camera being one of his favorites that showed up in just as many photographs as it would take. “I appreciate the offer, mon ami, but I feel like whatever beautiful art piece you paint on this would only be in vain, as it would rub off from just ware and tear. I couldn’t do that to you art. But that reminds me, there may be a camera you can paint for me.”

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eeveeobrien‌:

When the days blurred so easily into the nights and the nights seemed to last the blink of an eye before the sun started to carefully creep into the sky again were the worst kinds of days. They were the kinds of days that made the world seem like everything was happening far too quickly. Damn humans for creating the construct of time, because any moment she fixated on it for too long, she could feel herself start to doubt that she had enough time to do anything in her life. Everlee O’Brien could never slow down, it just wasn’t what she had been made of. But it was days like these that drained her the most. The only moments she would ever allow herself to completely stop were the moments she spent in the safety of her loft.

There was a sort of unspoken agreement between the pair of roommates that whenever their days happened too quickly, that no matter what exactly had happened that they would always find themselves on their couch with eyes glued to the television. It had been Evie’s turn to pick out a movie, one that she had been meaning to see but never seemed to have enough time to do so. She started off a few feet away from Tyler, on opposite ends of the couch giving him the occasional glance before she finally gave in to her temptations and laid her head in his lap. For someone who had grown up without a place to call her home, she was most surprised to learn that it wasn’t a place at all that gave her the satisfaction. Home for Evie had been wrapped up neatly in a boy with sloppy hair and a clean face. Home was the feeling of his fingers combing through her hair as she allowed herself to finally slow down. Home was Tyler Maddox and she was sure that nothing like this would ever feel the same again.

She wasn’t entirely sure when she had fallen asleep, though it was sometime well before the plot of the movie really began to unfold. All she had been focused on were the soft breaths that had lulled her to sleep. There was something to be said about Everlee feeling safe enough to let her guard down for even a moment, and Tyler seemed to have that effect on her. She could have had the worst day in the world that seemed like it would never end and all of the bad would come to a screeching halt when she found herself wrapped up with Tyler when the night finally fell. When the boy had gotten up and replaced his lap with a pillow, the blonde barely even stirred, face serene as she allowed herself to drift further into sleep.

Everlee was jolted awake by the sound of the microwave going off. She lazily pushed herself off of the couch to see what had caused the commotion only to see Tyler standing in the kitchen like a poor puppy with their tail between their legs. A soft sleepy smile graced her features before she brought her hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “If you were hungry you could’ve just said something,” she started saying making her way across the kitchen to rest her head on his shoulder. “Or the least you could’ve done was woken me up instead of trying to be sneaky,” she slinked her arms around his body, surprised that she was still managing to stand. Evie drew a deep breath in, letting the aroma of the microwaved food hit her sense. “Mmm, what’d you make? It smells delightful,” she half mumbled into his neck before she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes again.

“I’m surprised my stomach didn’t keep you awake.” His shoulders relaxed and Tyler leaned back against the counter. His phone was tucked away into his pocket and he happily let himself become a pillow once again for Everlee. He’d be anything for her if she’d asked, honestly. It wasn’t out of pity, but just out of pure compassion and sympathy. The last thing that Tyler ever wanted to do was to demean or undermine how far Everlee has gotten in life, but if there was anything he could do to make her life going forward just a little be easier, whether it be just a human pillow for her to rest her head or a second name on the lease so a New York apartment could be affordable, he would do it. There was just something about her that made him want to protect her, to keep her safe from whatever life would throw at her.

Tyler wrapped his hands around her small frame, pulling her in. He wasn’t in the position to move her so he could rest his head on top of hers, but he leaned back and pressed his nose against her hair. “You smell good,” he said, absentmindedly, as if the kitchen wasn’t slowly being filled with the aroma of his reheated food. “It’s just the leftovers from the other night I went out to dinner. There’s still a chicken wrap in the fridge, I think, if you’re hungry. Microwaving leftovers seemed like a better plan than ordering from Postmates. Didn’t want to wait or cause more noise than necessary.” He could still feel the length of the day weighing him down, but for right now, everything was fine. There was food for him to eat and probably one of the best people he knew being held in his arms and everything was just good.

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castillomonica‌:

     Nodding as he explained everything to her, she gave him a little smile. “It’s a nice camera - I can tell that you’re passionate about it.” By trade and by hobby, then. At least he was getting paid, if he was as passionate as he sounded for it. She knew about how difficult it could be to make it as a creative in New York. “Who do you work for? Congratulations on finding a job in the field, I hear it’s not the easiest accomplishment.” 

“It’s, uh, yeah. It’s definitely a passion.” Tyler instantly matched her smile, relaxing into their conversation. He didn’t mean to be so startled, so caught off guard, but the last thing he expected was to be stopped for a conversation with such a stunning woman. “The NYPD as a forensic photographer. It’s not the most creative position, but a kid’s got to make a living in the city. I only can sell so many photos to the Times. Are you also someone in the creative field?”

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» . ( @a-shepherd )

It wasn’t like he did it on purpose. Well, maybe he did, but Tyler never meant ill will. The worst and best thing about being the youngest body working for the NYPD was the fact that he was overlooked a lot. Yes, Tyler was the younger brother to Thomas Maddox which made him already known amongst his coworkers, but that only meant they knew him as a kid. It didn’t help that his job was lax, nothing like the men and women that put their lives on the line as uniformed cops that patrolled on the daily or the detectives hard at work to catch and have a solid conviction on the bad people that roamed the streets. 

Honestly, Tyler was happy to help by being a coffee runner for the plained clothed officers that needed to spend their time focused on cases, not spending their time in line at a coffee shop. However, if Tyler just so happened to accidentally spend more than two hours away from the precinct while on said coffee run,  that was fine too. It wasn’t like there was much for him to do. Plus, he always made sure to come back with the coffee still hot. He was irresponsible, but he wasn’t an idiot. Tyler would always come back with more than what was asked anyway.

He dropped off his brother’s order on his desk, not bothered enough to go look for him because there was someone who was at her desk. Brown bag hanging on his fingers by its handles and last coffee cup in hand, Tyler walked over, letting dropped the bag onto Andy’s desk and holding out the coffee cup for her to take. “Drink,” he said, not even batting an eyelash about how he was basically giving his superior an order. “Eat” was followed, pointing to the bag. Inside was a fresh sandwich from the deli. Not like the pastries, he’d usually get her from the shop in the morning on his way in, but Tyler just knew. From observation and just talking to Andy since he’s started, Tyler knew about her eating habits, or rather, lack of. “It’s pastrami and it’s fresh. I even got you a fresh bag of gummy bears so eat and the words will start making sense again.”

[tylermaddoxx]

🙃

» . ( force my muse to spill their secrets )

“I’m pan. That’s not the secret. The secret, or rather the confession I guess is more of the fact that when I became more aware of my sexuality, I picked pan because I just liked the colors of the flag more. That’s pretty much it.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

[tylermaddoxx]

what do you love about eevee?

» . ( @eeveeobrien )

“She’s got the face of an angel but the heart of fox. Everlee O’Brien is a survivor and a fighter, but she still has this softness to her that isn’t a weakness. It’s a strength to have such a kind and compassionate personality. There’s more to her than meets the eye and that she continues to surprise me every day. She deserves the world to be given to her.”

(( @eeveeobrien ))