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wyattxtucker​:

“Your shocks are basically shot and those brake pads are from hunger but I can fix ‘em.” Wyatt leaned into iron wrought rig that held the car in place. “I won’t be able to get it back to you today but I can guarantee before Monday afternoon.” 

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Tyler stood with his arms folded across his chest and nodded at the mechanics words, looking at his truck that he knew had seen better days. “Yeah, I figured. I know this is probably gonna cost a pretty penny so whatever you gotta do man.” He nodded at the turnaround time and rubbed the back of his neck. “Monday afternoon. Alright, I guess I’ll walk home and get a ride to work tomorrow.” He chuckled.

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briar-nash​:

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry to stand in your way of a soft bed then.” She hadn’t meant to, but Tyler had always been so sweet and well, Briar never could help herself when it came to saying hello to a familiar face. It was a pert of her upbringing, being social was second nature now even though it was forced when she was a child. Despite that, Briar had not forced her children to be the same way she was. Her boys were stunning proof of that, good boys, but not ones who enjoyed the lime light in social situations. “I wouldn’t say that, been lotsa stuff happin’ lately.” Though she wasn’t there to gossip. “They’re good, Blake is gettin’ situated up at Savannah State, Carter is focusin’ on baseball for the spring, and the twins are wild as ever.”

Tyler wasn’t sure when he became the age where all his old friends had kids and he was just sitting around twiddling his thumbs at the firehouse but he was wondering when he’d ever have a life like that. “Wow, college. That’s crazy. Doesn’t feel like all that long ago we were that age.” Briar had definitely started young having kids but it was still crazy to think any of them were old enough for that. “Glad everyone’s doin’ alright. I know it’s gotta be hard taking’ care of them kids on your own.” Tyler had major respect for moms, especially single mothers like Briar. “And how about you? I think mama’s tend to forget to take care of themselves sometimes.”

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sabrinaelliott​:

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Several terms had been thrown about in Sabrina’s presence, being the only child of two loving, doting parents afforded her a few characteristics that was most accurately described as – spoiled. Sheltered was also a favorite among her peers. Yet still she envied the type of connection most siblings shared which is how she came to latch herself onto Tyler’s company so vigorously. They may not have been related by blood but they were teetered in much the same fashion. When Arla passed it was as if a member of her own family was taken from the earth and though she too was grieving the loss in honor of her memory she dedicated her time to giving the men any support they required. Just as she knew he would be there for her should anything so tragic ever happened in her life. Sabrina was aware she could be difficult at times, challenging on her better days and far too structured on her worse days. But she hadn’t sullied their friendship to date and for this she was grateful. She wasn’t sure how she would fare without his company. 

“Ugly Gourmet?�� the speed in which her tone rose in utter appall was comical but not unsurprising. She was known to react dramatically despite her constant claim of having control over her emotions. “I’m sorry, have you met me? Appearances are everything Ty” pout remaining firmly upon her lips she retrieved her discarded oven mitt and removed the failed dessert from the oven. “Its a ridiculous chant, as if simply stating something makes it so. If there was any truth behind manifesting I would be Editor of the post by now” the glass bowl was placed between them along with two spoons. “Bon Appetit” she huffed sarcastically. She barely dipped her spoon into a fallen chocolate moat before her eyes lit with excitement. “I almost forgot to tell you, you’ll never guess who I saw lip locking behind the grocers last week. You’ll just die” 

Tyler couldnt help but laugh at the way she reacted to him calling anything she might make ugly. He rolled his eyes at her and shook his head. “Oh hush, I was just jokin’ Sabrina.” She was always dramatic as long as he’d known her and it made him laugh every time. For as long as he’d known the woman, which was most of his life, she’d been a constant source of joy. Even in the darkest part of his life a few years ago, Sabrina had never stopped being a bright light in a sea of darkness. She was a one in a million kind of person. “Well maybe you need a new mantra then. Somethin’ that’ll make your wildest dreams come true.”

He took a bite of the deflated souffle and enjoyed every moment of it, even if it was a huge disappointment to her. “Somethin’ tells me I’m not gonna die from this news. But go on.” Tyler had never been a gossip and the only time he even knew about any of it in town was when Sabrina insisted on telling him while she had him held hostage with food. “If you say Addison McDaniel and literally anyone I’m not gonna be shocked though. Or Tate Mitchum. Actually that one might be a little more shocking since I think baby Davenport’s got him a little locked down.”

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deacon-james​:

The way Deacon’s hand felt on his cock was something Tyler didn’t have words for. He was used to petite little hands delicately stroking him, or his own familiar touch, but never another man like this. As much as he liked the way it felt, it was making his head spin as he tried to figure out if he liked it because it was a man or because it was Deacon. His mouth fell open as he watched Deacon lick his hand and sighed as the palm ran across his throbbing dick. “Fuck.” He panted, eyes closed as Deacon kissed at his neck and stroked him. “That feels so good.” Tyler mumbled, feeling more needy than he usually did. Tyler never had been into casual sex and so it had been a while since anyone had touched him like this. “Don’t stop, Deac...” He moaned.

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logankirby​:

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Logan was never bitter about any of her relationships ending, all of them had various of reasons why she didn’t work out. There was Andy who wanted more than she could provide, Oliver who again wanted more than she could provide and Tyler who was on the same boat she had been and wasn’t able to provide herself in ways he had deserved. It’s why she did her best to remain on good pages with most of them… well, unaware of where Oliver really stood with her. She gave him a small tight lipped smile as she pulled back, flickering her gaze up to his face as her thumb brushed along his cheek.

“Okay,” she said as she walked around to the passenger side of the truck, getting into it. She settled into her seat and turned her head to look over at him. She nodded her head at his words. “I have nothin’ I need to do today, I’m all yours, Jameson.”

If there was one relationship Tyler looked back on with zero regrets it was the one he’d had with Logan. She stayed in his life after they ended things and neither of them held any resentment over things not working out. They both deserved better than a partner who couldn’t fully commit and as much as Tyler had wanted to be that for her, he couldn’t. But keeping her in his life meant that she was here on the hard days. She was willing to step into the darkness with him and help him find the light. “I hope you know it means a lot to me. For you to be here.” He said as he shifted the truck into drive and headed back towards town. He’d always been a man of few words but he knew which ones were important to say. “It’s a hard day.”

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drewdavisonfire​:

Two of the firefighters weren’t total jerks to the newbie. One was Mason and the other was Tyler, but Drew could tell Tyler didn’t know why he had taken Drew under his wing. He didn’t know either, it was a saving grace he hadn’t asked for though. “Yeah.” His eyes moved to the captain up ahead of them. The single word sounded dismissive but the fire team in Madison was nothing like it was like in Los Angeles. Summers rolled around and all hell broke lose with fire storms on the west coast, but this was the first all month that they were called out to a fire and not another medical emergency so Drew was pumped as fuck. Tyler sensed his excitement and most likely tthought it would turn reckless. It might have, but he made sure Drew stayed in line. “No death for me today, Jameson. Don’t worry.” A thumbs up for good measure. The truck stopped and they all jumped out and got to work at the captain’s order. Drew was put Tyler. “Our lucky day.” He winked at him through the helmet and mask.

Tyler had always been someone who looked out for others, even when they didn’t ask for it. He had a way about him that made people feel at ease and he knew that. He was a natural care taker and that desire to help people was what had drawn him to being a first responder. “I can see that look in your eyes though, rollin’ up to a fire and gettin’ excited. The hero complex kicks in and we can’t help but wanna be the guy that puts it out and saves the day.” He chuckled, knowing he’d been just the same when he was younger. The man was probably only 5 or 6 years younger than he was, but Tyler could see the desire to impress people in his actions. They headed off the truck and Tyler nodded at captains orders, being put on the hose with Drew. “Alright Davis, help me get this thing hooked up to the water source.” He said as he started to yank the hose from it’s coiled up position.

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deacon-james​:

As Deacon assured him that this was something he wanted to do, Tyler nodded and tried to catch his breath but ended up with Deac’s lips pressed to his instead. He kissed him back, slipping his tongue past the other man’s lips and deepening the tender kiss to something a little more heated and needy. The hand that was traveling down his body was making Tyler ache in his boxer briefs. Suddenly Deacon was palming at him and Tyler let out a moan against his lips, unable to stop it from slipping out. He jutted his hips forward, hoping to catch more friction as he did. He’d never wanted anyone to touch him this badly and he hoped that his obvious need wasn’t looking too desperate. “Deacon...” He whispered, hands running down Deacon’s sides and resting on his hips. “More.”

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kennedyxkelley​:

“I’ll make sure to need saving to butter you up some more,” her voice wispy. Kennedy didn’t exactly enjoy their current predicament but anything was better than getting stuck on the roof. Tyler seemed so sweet. It was a nice distraction to the terrible voices blaring in the back of her head. “Did I mention I was psychic?” Kennedy cooed. She peered over his shoulder as the sidewalk came into closer view. “You’re humble to boot. That’s very noble and I appreciate you.” 

“Because I screwed my chance at that a long time ago.” Kennedy looked up at him with a lopsided grin. “Are we on the ground yet? I have tickets to sell and a marquee to be dressed by someone that’s not me.” 

“Listen here, Kennedy, you don’t need to go gettin’ stuck on things to get my attention.” He laughed, adjusting his helmet as the ladder moved steadily to the ground.  Tyler was sure that she’d have never felt the need to talk to him out of his uniform but he flattery was always a self-esteem boost. “Just doin’ my job, ma’am. No need for any of that.” He listened to her talk about screwing up her chance and frowned as she ladder slowly stopped moving  and he unhooked her safety harness. “Ain’t never too late for a second chance.” He stepped down from the basket, offering her his hand to help her safely to the ground. “Before you go back inside, let me just take your vitals and make sure you’re alright and then I’ll send you on your way.”

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location; brush fire off the highway with; @drewdavisonfire​ - closed

Tyler wasn’t sure how he’d come to take the younger firefighters under his wing but somehow it always ended up that way. He’d done it with Amelio and he found himself doing it with Drew too, constantly trying to keep him out of trouble and give him someone to have his back when needed. Tyler knew how harsh the chief could be sometimes, especially with the younger guys, and he wanted Drew to know someone had his back. “Hey man, I know you’re excited about seein’ some flames for the first time out here but there’s a protocol.” Tyler reminded the younger man as they approached the brush fire, the truck slowing down. “Just wait for cap’s orders instead of runnin’ in guns blazin’. That’ll getcha in more trouble here than it’s worth.”

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sadie-rae-james​:

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“Oh, hush,” Sadie shook her head, reaching forward to squeeze Tyler’s arm. “Just let me treat you.” She wasn’t going to push him to talk about Arla. But, if his feelings became too much, she hoped that he could trust her enough to be vulnerable. 

When he took his first bite, Sadie nodded triumphantly. “Good. I’m glad it’s at least edible.” Not the greatest chef, she was always testing new recipes with her friends and family. She sipped on some wine and looked warmly at Tyler, trying to get a read on his mood. “Tell me things. Good or bad things. What’s going on in your life?” she asked between bites of casserole.

“Alright, alright. You James’ are real bossy, ya know that?” Tyler laughed softly, shaking his head and taking a sip of his wine. He usually drank beer but Sadie could talk him into just about anything she wanted so he hadn’t even protested when she’d uncorked the bottle and poured him a glass. He took a minute to respond when she asked him about his life and eventually shook his head, swallowed a bite of food. “You know my life ain’t all that excitin’ Sadie. I just work and come home.” He sighed softly, knowing she wouldn’t take that for an answer. “And lately I’ve been workin’ on gettin’ Cassie to quit hatin’ my guts.”

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sadie-rae-james​:

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“Dinner’s almost ready!” Sadie called out from Tyler’s kitchen. She decided to spoil him tonight because he’d been a little blue lately, and she knew why: This was the time of year that his mother died. Sadie remembered it clearly. Tyler was a dear childhood friend of hers, and another member of the James family. They all leaned on each other. To her, he was another little sibling. She could tell when he needed a friend, and she stepped up. 

Instead of inviting him over, she brought the ingredients to his house. That way, he could hunker down with a personal chef for the night. Sadie was busy at work, preparing a chicken casserole with rice and veggies. Before she started cooking, she poured a glass of wine for herself and Tyler, then sent him to wait in the living room. 

Sadie tested a mouthful of casserole and knew it was finished. She turned off the stovetop and grabbed a couple of dishes. “Get your butt in here!” she shouted, plating two meals for them. When Tyler appeared in the kitchen, she smiled proudly at her creation, one plate in each hand. “Your meal, Sir,” she hummed, handing over his food. She brought her serving to a nearby table and sat down, waiting for his first bite. “Tell me what you think. It’s only my second time making this.”

The James family were people Tyler always knew he could count on. He’d been best friends with Deacon since they were little boys and the James family had always been an extension of his own. He didn’t have any siblings but Deacon, Sadie and Sydney were the ones he never had. When his mother had died a few years ago those three had rallied around him to keep him standing when he felt like he was going to disappear. And now things were just the same. Every year around this time Tyler found himself struggling to keep his head above water and Sadie was always someone to come find him in his darkness and bring him out of it. 

He sat with his wine in the living room as instructed before she called him in for dinner and Tyler eased into the dining room of his small home and took a seat as she handed him the plate. “You know you didn’t have to do all this right? I told you I’m alright.” Tyler wasn’t sure if he was lying or not but he knew Sadie was going to do whatever she thought he needed regardless. He picked up his fork and took a bite, nodding up at her. “It’s great. Way better than anything I ever make.” He wasn’t much of a cook but he could get by.

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neslyn-novak​:

Neslyn had been out of town most the day, she would leave about once a week to go and collect items for the store. It always exhausted her but the best thing about going to the city was getting something different to eat for a change that Madison didn’t have to offer. The blonde balanced several containers of Chinese, using her chin to steady them as she made her way towards the fire station. “Okay, I have a question and it may sound ridiculous but how often do really cats get stuck in trees that you have to rescue?” She questioned when spotting Tyler, “–because while I was in Savannah today and instead of a cat, it was a dog who had his head stuck in a hole inside of a tree. So, it just made me curious since it’s stereotypical about cats getting stuck in a tree which I don’t understand at all since cats always land on their feet.” Neslyn started to ramble off as she sat down the containers of food. “Oh, and I got your favorite.”

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Tyler could always be found one of three places, at home, at the ranch where his horse was, or at the fire station, and anyone who knew him well knew that he was pretty easy to find. He was about halfway through a 48 hour shift when Neslyn came sauntering in with her arms full of food. He hurried over and took a few of the containers so she wouldn’t drop them and laughed at her question, leading her through the fire house to the kitchen where they could sit down and eat. “In Savannah? Not all that often. Here in Madison...well let’s just say that I’ve rescued more than just felines from tree branches here.” He smiled when he realized where she’d been today, his old stomping grounds in Savannah. “You didn’t forget the pot stickers did you?” He raised a brow at the girl, knowing her tendency to miss one of essentials.

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briar-nash​:

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Briar was nothing short of a social butterfly when it came to town, and she made a point to at least know who most of the citizens of Madison were. The firefighters were the easiest to recognize, their calendar always had names on it. And she could never forget Mr. March. As she slid out of Tatiana’s, she spotted that familiar man. “Tyler! Haven’t seen you in a bit.” She didn’t bring up the calendar, though it was something she normally teased the man on to see him squirm. “How’ve ya been?”

Tyler had just finished a 48 hour shift at the firehouse and was heading to get something to eat before going home with he heard his name being called out. He looked up to see Briar waving him down and smiled in her direction. “Oh, hey. Sorry, I’m out of it today. Just gettin’ off a long shift and I’m exhausted.” He explained, crossing the street to where she was and stopping in front of the cafe. “I’m doin’ alright. Same old shit, nothin’ ever changes in Madison, you know how it is.” He ran a hand through his messy hair and noted how neat and put together Briar always was, feeling inadequate next to her. “How are the kids?”

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cassandraxgates​:

Cassandra looked over at him as he mentioned his mother, her hand resting on his arm as they approached the bar. “I know she did,” she commented softly, ordering herself a glass of wine. “I’m sure she loved seeing you all dressed up in a suit,” she admitted to him, turning to face more head on. She reached up to pick a piece of lint off of his suit, her fingers brushing across his chest as she did so. “It’s nice you can still enjoy this with such fondness.” The woman knew there was a part of her that would feel like she wouldn’t be able to if she was in his shoes. That the ball would bring back too many memories for her to handle, even as the years passed.

She would have loved to see me here with you again. I think the last time we went together was just after all the girls in our grade had their debut.” Tyler and Cassandra had been children then and now they were grown adults with lives and careers of their own, two decades having passed in the blink of an eye. “There’s too many damn things in this town that remind me of her and I can’t keep lettin’ them make me sad. I have to choose to focus on the good things and all the amazing memories she gave me.” He smiled sadly and took in a breath before looking around the room a little to see everyone he knew just about, looking like more than just little country folk like they all normally did.

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deacon-james​:

All rational thinking was out the window at this point. It didn’t matter that they were best friends and this might be a mistake. It didn’t matter that Tyler’s heart was tangled up with Cass Gates. All that mattered right now was that Deacon was the one person in his life that he’d never been able to stop thinking about like this and he needed to give this one chance right now. As Deacon flipped them over so Tyler was on his back, he let out a grunt at the feeling of Deacon’s hard body on top of his. He could feel the fact that they were both getting aroused because their hips were pressed flush together. “Are you sure?” He mumbled against his lips as Deacon started to unbutton Tyler’s jeans. He wanted this, Tyler was confident in that, but he had to ask Deacon to tell him, just once, that he wanted him too. Tyler could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans, hard length pressed up against Deacon and nimble fingers moved to try and unbutton Deacon’s jeans too, wanting more of him as quickly as he could get it.

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sabrinaelliott​:

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“Son of a bitch”. The clipped outburst of profanity was heard just before Sabrina hurled her oven mitt across the counter, stamping her foot in utter defeat. Her reaction wasn’t mature by any means but in the heat of the moment she hardly cared. “I don’t understand,” she huffed, immediately adjusting the placement of said mitt on the counter so it lined up with the edge. In the oven sat what was meant to be the perfect souffle and instead was the gooey deflated carcass of another failed attempt at creating the French dessert. “I followed every instruction, why does it keep flattening!” a tantrum was brewing the likes of which was too fierce to submerge, rapidly rising to the surface of her carefully controlled demeanor. Maintaining a cool composure was Sabrina’s preferred attitude, that is as long as everything went according to plans. Lack of order was the only surefire way to summon her vicious temper. 

She’d been baking for hours, obsessing over every step and had nothing to show for it. She assured Tyler she’d finally mastered the recipe, commandeering his kitchen bright and early with a boundless surplus of optimism as per usual. She babbled at him incessantly without restraint during the entire process, catching him up on the latest town gossip without taking care to inquire if he even wanted to know. Not that it mattered, she’d been doing the very same for the last thirty one years. No use breaking the habit now. “I can make a peach cobbler with my eyes closed and you’ve had my apple pie. It’s fantastic!” she’d taken to pacing the length of the kitchen now as she voiced her frustrations. “So why can’t I make this fu– you know what, I refuse to throw a hissy fit. I am a rational, capable adult. I am calm, I am collected I am…” she glanced back at the disaster waiting in Tyler’s oven with a slight pout. “….a destroyer of souffles” 

There were very few people in this town that really knew Tyler Jameson. He let anyone and everyone know the basics about himself, it wasn’t all that interesting anyway, but not many people ever got to know him beyond what was on the surface. Sabrina had lived next door to him growing up and they’d spent a lot of time running around their front yards as kids and playing as they grew up. She’d gotten to know him better than half the people he knew and they’d never really grown apart or lost that friendship even when he’d been gone almost 15 years. The day he came back to Madison, Sabrina was back in his life, being the comfort he needed when his mama died. She’d come over to help cook and clean when he and his father were struggling to get by without Arla Jameson.

Now she was just a permanent fixture in his life. She baked for him all the time and Tyler was more than happy to be the taste tester. He saw at the counter on his bar stool as she pulled her souffle out of the oven and suppressed a laugh when she threw the oven mitt, glancing at her sunken, as per usual, souffle. “Why don’t you let me taste it and I’ll tell you it’s amazing and who cares how it looks. Ugly Gourmet, ya know?” He chuckled, looking back down at his phone a minute before locking it and setting it on the counter. “How’s that calm, cool and collected mantra thing helpin’ anyway?” He smirked.

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kennedyxkelley​:

“A little buttering up while you rescue me from my own folly seems to be a good move. Plus, you have a very nice face that fits the uniform.” Kennedy’s nervous chatter placated the panic that echoed in her chest like the thundering beat of a war drum. “Don’t lie like you don’t get a little hot in your britches for someone in uniform. It’s the neatness and the level of fantasy that we all have been taught. I mean you run into burning buildings to save people or climb obscene heights–that’s hot.” She held onto him for dear life, her eyes squeezed shut. “If you like abs and dumb humor, you should.” 

“I’m not okay but I’m used to that feeling.” She hummed. “I’ll never be okay but I’m alive. That’s the upside.” 

“Well thank you. Feel free to butter me up any time.” Tyler joked, keeping his hands on Kennedy’s shoulders as they moved the basket down to lower her to the ground and her freedom. “I was gonna ask what it was about the uniform that people love so much but you found the answer before I even asked.” He smiled, watching the ground inch closer and closer for them. “I just do what I can to help someone who needs it. That’s all.” He’d never considered what he did to be heroic or brave, in fact he hated when people used those words to talk about him, it was just something he felt in his soul that he was drawn to and meant to do.

He frowned slightly at her next words. “Why do you say that?” It probably wasn’t his business but Kennedy had brought it up and now Tyler was curious.