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To Tyler:

Juliet: funny, I've been thinking about you too

Juliet: wanna come over for a bit?

Juliet: or I can meet ya somewhere?

Tyler: SO you're saying I get to see your place now?

Tyler: I'm game, text me the address?

Tyler: Be there in 20

#text: Juliet

silasatwater:

Silas leans over to take a look at Tyler’s phone, blue eyes lifting as he compares the two. “Definitely not crazy,” he tilts his head, nodding as he decides the two looked alike. “It’s hard to say. I’ve heard some women use the whole ring thing as a tactic when they’re in a bar, but who knows… if she’s in Tinder, maybe not?”

“Wait, are you serious?” Tyler said, his eyes narrowing as Silas mentioned sometimes women actually played the taken married woman for fun, either to ward off guys or attract the ones who liked a challenge. Either way, Tyler thought it was kind of gross. “As soon as I think I understand women, BAM, they suddenly confuse me all over again,” he said, bringing his beer bottle to his lips with a low chuckle.

#c: Silas #HI YOU(:

aelish-moore:

Aelish looked from the picture on the guy’s phone to the woman across the bar. Looking carefully at the phone again she nodded in agreement. There was no denying that the woman in the bar did look like the one in the picture. “They are very similar. Hopefully it isn’t the same woman though since if she is I don’t think she’s a very faithful wife. Not if she’s on Tinder. You think the guy she’s with her husband?”

“Shit,” he uttered under his breath as the brunette seemed to agree that it was definitely the same girl. She had a feeling he wouldn’t be recognized, got the feeling she wasn’t really interested from the start, but now it partially made sense...if the man she was playing pool with was her husband. “Even if it was her husband,” he started, stashing his phone back in his pocket so at not to dwell on it, or back back through the flirtatious messages, “She was still on Tinder right...and not just, for fun. Or so it seemed to me,” he said with a shoulder shrug.

#c: Aelish

To Tyler:

Juliet: hey there handsome

Juliet: how are you?

Juliet: been awhile.. just wanted to check in?

Tyler: Hey lil' red...

Tyler: Sorry I've been MIA

Tyler: Work, and life. I've been thinking about you...

#text: Juliet

cecilyhanover:

Cecily got confused at what he was talking about, until she looked at the Tinder app on his phone to the girl, then looked up to see the brunette playing pool with other man, flirting with him. Her eyes went to the ring and nodded. “Married,” she answered instantly. “Married and cheating on whatever husband she’s cheating on, definitely.”

“Damn,” Tyler said under his breath, as he eyed the woman once more, the word coming out a bit angry. “So I’m not crazy? That’s good at least,” he said with a partial chuckle, however only slightly. He had clearly dodged a bullet with the woman, but it still almost pissed him off to see her flirting with another man, going against all of his personal thoughts about marriage. “Think I should say something-no, no definitely not right?” he asked, turning back towards the blonde who seemed to also think the brunette was cheating, or at least flirting with the man playing pool.

#c: Cecily

“Okay am I going crazy,” Tyler said, opening up the Tinder app on his phone, scrolling through some of his matches before settling on a girl he had messaged back and forth with a few times before she denied him, “Or does that girl...” he said, gesturing across the bar to a brunette that was playing pool with another man, clearly flirting with him if you didn’t look closer, where a small wedding ring sat on her finger, “...look exactly like this chick,” he said, flashing the phone to the person standing near him. “What’s the deal, do you think she’s married, or not?”

#nolachat #I AM TRASH #here is my bb #who is also kinda trash

talanzaretti:

Hearing that the voice turned out to be a rather familiar one, Talan spun a bit more only to see the newfound company he’d made on New Year’s. “That’s me, what’s up, man?” He held a first out for a bump from Tyler in return. “I meant to hit up to hang, but kind got a little caught up. Found ‘em walking around the street the other day.” Talan grinned, motioning at the small yellow animal he remained carefully holding. “I knew you and I had great minds that thought alike.” He laughed at Tyler’s joking remarks and support of keeping the baby chick. “How could anyone resist him?” It’s just…I don’t know either. And I feel like shit just going to cage it up in my place, ya know?” Talan sighed.

Tyler gave Talan, his newly made friend, and easy fist bump as he offered out his hand. The small yellow duck in his hand didn’t seem to be bothered at the gesture, happy to be held. “No worries, I get it,” he said, shaking off his comment about not asking to chill together. “Work has been pretty crazy after the New Year, you wouldn’t imagine how many new people I have wanting to try something new and exciting in the New Year,” he said with a chuckle. His eyes focused back from the duck to Talan. “I know a vet office not far from here, could pop in and see what they think is best. I’ve heard Mom ducks don’t take babies back in to the wild after they’ve been with humans though. Could be something I just read on the internet that isn’t true though,” he said with a shrug.

#c: Talan

juliet-lovett:

She grinned at his initial remark, not entirely sure where this giddiness was coming from but willing to roll with it, to bask in it for at least the remaining hours of the morning holed up in his apartment - before the day went on and real life continued on, whisking her away along with it, remaining with a mess of feelings and second guesses and the fear that she wasn’t quite whole enough to hand her heart off. “A work in progress sounds good to me,” Juliet replied softly, standing from her side of the table to venture over to his vicinity, perching her small frame in his lap and brushing her fingers through his disheveled dark locks. “Thank you for the breakfast,” she whispered, crinkling her nose with a grin. “You’re far from terrible, Tyler Carillo. I promise you that.”

Tyler let out a breath of air, suddenly realizing that he had been nervous to hear Juliet’s reply about them essentially just kind of rolling with the punches and seeing where things went. He knew for some women that might mean a slap and a hasty exit, but obviously, Juliet wasn’t like most women. It was why he was drawn to her in the first place. As she sauntered over to him, climbing into his lap as he easily assisted, her, hoisting her so that she was comfortable in a half sitting position another wide grin formed on his face. It widened even more-so as she brushed the hair out of his face, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long while. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice now hushes as she had whispered the compliment. It was then that Tyler leaned in, pressing his hand into her hair towards the back of her neck to pull her into a sweet kiss. “Have I told you how much I like your lips,” he said, breaking off the kiss quickly, before he was tempted to turn it in to more.

#nsfw #kinda #c: Juliet

talanzaretti

Standing outside the vet office, Talan held the baby chick between his hands, gently patting it’s head. He and his roommate had spotted the small animal nearly walking itself right in the middle of the street the other day when they both swooped in and saved it from any oncoming car. It was New Orleans, this was far from the weirdest thing that would happen on the daily. He’d been told the best thing to do would be to free it somewhere, but Talan and Asher had actually found themselves attached to it. “Hey, can I ask you something? What you do if you wanted to keep this little guy?” He asked the person who’d seemingly approached closer, revealing the animal he was cradling.

tylerxcarillo

“Well, well if it isn’t prank guy, Talan right?” Tyler said, slapping the man on the back as he recognized from down the street. It wasn’t often you ran in to a familiar face in New Orleans, so when you did you had to say hello. It was then that Tyler noticed a small yellow fluff sitting in his palm, a baby chick that appeared to be perfectly content there. “Man, if I were you,” Tyler started, stroking his chin as he pondered about the question, “I’d keep it. Chicks dig pets...I almost said chicks dig chicks but you know I figured that was too cheesy. That thing is a walking, quaking, babe magnet. But, I don’t know the first thing about how to take care of one,” he added with a shrug.