don't give in

don't f a l l in LOVE with the way things [ W E R E ] it'll fuck up your mind i t ' l l f u c k u p y o u r m i n d ... tyson grace. 22. firefighter.

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NIC:

    nic shrugged, perhaps not quite ready to take a glance of him in his so called navy blues. he wished that he’d been warned somehow, but how could he when he didn’t even know he was in town in the first place. violet probably knew, he thought, and if they were in good terms his phone would be blowing up with the news from his best friend. sadly, that was a lot to expect after the mess he made. little while ago. nic was surprised they didn’t run into each other until now and maybe a little offended as well. his best option was to not hold onto details like those, he couldn’t afford to be fighting with any other friends. if he could even consider tyson one anymore, like he said, five years was a long time. resting his free hand on his pocket, nic nodded, wondering how much he knew since he got there and if he knew enough to not want him to be there at all. “well, i am from here. and we moved back here five years ago, i thought you knew, but makes sense that you didn’t i guess.” he told him, offering another shrug as a sign of how awkward he felt suddenly. “have you seen violet yet? ”

tyson kills the ignition, slides from his driver’s seat, moving to lean back against the jeep as if THAT will help dispel this odd tension here ( this push and pull of what should be there and what ISN’T ). new york  –the new york before tyson left, before he let quinn marie rose plummet to her death, before his mother died, before — it feels like an eternity ago; more easily remembered in a dream than now faced with this ghost from the past. ( what is more TRAGIC? the person who leaves and changes or the person who STAYS and doesn’t? ). tyson blinks a bit sadly at nic, gaze dropping to where he’s been twisting an untwisting the lanyard of his keychain. he remembers that now; nic saying he’s from denver, how surprised he was that they shared that connection. he’d forgotten about that ( he’d FORGOTTEN about a lot of things ). “ must have left before you left, ” he mumbles quietly, “ ---and i have. ” he doesn’t mention that he’d seen her the first day here in denver. it’s FUNNY how things work out --- ( estranged ) best friends that each know a different version of himself. maybe it’s the SITUATION too that makes it so EASY to look at nic differently. “ it’s--- “ tyson looks up again, “  i’m sorry --- for what it’s worth. ”

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iMessage to: Tyson Chicken Strips 🍗

VI: next question

VI: how does one roast?

VI: this friend is very good at roasting people not vegetables

VI: NO. you would judge this friend so hard right now and judging is not allowed

TYS: hm. guess we're at a standstill then.

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iMessage to: Tyson Chicken Strips 🍗

TYS: for a friend you say?

TYS: that's an interesting coincidence

VI: yes a friend

VI: they want to know if you bake it or put it in a hot pot of water

TYS: you can do either but it's way better roasted

TYS: so am i invited to this cauliflower party

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iMessage to: Tyson Chicken Strips 🍗

VIOLET: so

VIOLET: if one was to cook cauliflower

VIOLET: how would one do that

VIOLET: asking for a friend

TYS: for a friend you say?

TYS: that's an interesting coincidence

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mykcela:

“ ehh – still sounds figured out if you ask me. at least more than most people, so suck it up and actually admit you’re an old man adult now,” she shrugged, nothing but sheer amusement shown on her expression. it was a little weird, she wasn’t going to lie. they’d become very quick friends, in fact tyson was probably one of the only people mykaela could honestly say she trusted with her life. the bond that they’d grown throughout the very short time they’d met, or well technically re-met, was one that she wouldn’t trade for the world. his jeep definitely didn’t hurt either, as she ever so often made sure he was informed. “ please, i’d do anything for the jeep, not you, ” she poked her tongue out briefly. kaela then quickly raided her kitchen for some snacks including the chips before heading back out and chucking them into the jeep. “ okay fine, just one more condition – you can’t eat like 99% of them again, that wasn’t cool, dork. ”

     tyson laughs, but kaela’s already gone, presumably to get some bbq chips along with other extremely important snacks which is just as well because he could use a snack. “ you know, ” he says upon her return, voice raising over the crinkle of chip bags. “ some day YOU’LL have to admit that the jeep is gunna die long before i do --- what’ll you do then? ” he climbs into the driver’s seat, twists around to snag the bags of chips in question from the backseat. it’s with a satisfying crinkle that he gets the back open, a happy sigh leaving his lips. “ if i eat them all, i’ll buy you more, promise. ” tyson says, a slash of a fond smile leveled at keala before he grabs a handful of chips, flavor bursting across his tastebuds. the jeep rumbles to life under his hands, and he reaches for another chip from the bag in his laps. “ you are a lifesaver, though --- MIGHT make up for your teasing. ”

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mykcela:

“ ooh, check you out mr. successful adult who knows what he’s doing, ” the teasing tone rolling off of her tongue only accentuated by her still ever-so-present grin. everyone had small parts to themselves which they hid, and god only knew mykaela was the same. it was almost as if each person who saw her, saw different parts to others, depending on who they were to her. despite the short time since the two had actually connected, kaela could honestly say that tyson was one of the few who saw her entirety, and she wasn’t scared to admit it. “ – uh of course, dummy. i’m just gonna grab some snacks and drinks and stuff, unless you already brought them with you? and because i’m in a good mood, i’ll let that slip, but just for you.”

     “ just because i have my work schedule memorized does not mean i have shit figured out --- but it’s figured out enough for now. ” it’s FUNNY how things work out -- all these connections to denver he never knew he had ( more than just a grandmother already passed ). he’d be lying if he said he remembered the day he FIRST met kaela, on that playground all those years ago fallen down in the wood chips, and a helping hand that had left such a vivid impression on her mind apparently. tyson’s always been opposed to being called anyone’s savior, anyone’s hero or ANGEL, but he hasn’t seemed to sway her opinion on the matter. ( MAYBE, just this once, he doesn’t mind ). eyes roll good naturedly, arms crossing. “ please --- you’d do anything for THIS face, ” he jokes, “ you got any barbecue chips though? because if not we’re making a pitstop. ”

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lvmani:

     since his departure to the new mission he put himself up to, nic made no efforts to localize tyson. part of him was convince that it wasn’t even allowed and with how busy his life had gotten over the years, he didn’t expect to be running into him in denver after such a long time. considering their history, nic would think that if tyson was ever in town, he’d be contacted - after everything his dads did for him, it was the least that he could do but nic tried to stay away from that thought and focus on the side that was happy to see his friend again, and how content his dads would be to known that he was back - hopefully recently. “ah, i guess that’s true. when did you get back?  i was hoping to catch you in your uniform when you did come back, i have a thing for a man in a uniform.” he teased, he hadn’t changed too much since he left but it would take at least a little while for them to reconnect after all this time. “my dads are gonna be happy that you’re here, though you might not want to want to mention that i had to literally run into you because you didn’t stop by.” 

     “ my dress blues? ” tyson can’t quite keep the note of surprise out of him voice, though he really has no reason to be. how would nic know when he came home or not? “ --- you missed that by a while. ” he says, gaze drifting away from nic’s face to the beat up dash of the jeep. shoulder rise in a NONCHALANT shrug, gaze still not on the other’s face. “ went home for a while, for a few months. moved here for a change of scenery little while ago. ” CHANGE OF SCENERY is one way to put it, he guesses. not a lie, not the whole truth either. fingers toy with the lanyard that hangs from his keys in the ignition, something that might be guilt in his stomach but it’s not quite that. ( tyson knows what guilt feels like -- gut-wrenching until you think you’d be better off puking your intestines out -- and it’s not this ). gaze raises, maybe a little sad, maybe a little DISTANT. “ five years is a long time, nic, ” tyson says softly, “ i didn’t know you and your family were here. ”

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lvmani:

     out of curiosity, nic made sure that his steps were very light. in order to not get himself a punch in the face depending on who was sneaking around in there, he only made his presence known when he was one hundred percent sure he wasn’t risking his safety. narrowing his eyes, he let out a playful hum as he approached tyson - silently thanking all the gods that it was him in the first place. “well, you know, i didn’t think that you were but now that you said that…” he teased, he hadn’t seen tyson in a little bit and he was aware of his proximity with his best friend violet, but he hoped that despite their fight tyson could manage to not pick any sides. “what are you really up if not loitering? ” he asked, letting out a chuckle. 

     seeing nic --- well the first time in denver, it was a shock for him. losing touch with him was easy; navy seal training didn’t leave a WHOLE much time for personal connections. it hadn’t taken long to figure out that the nic in denver was nothing like the freshman who used to sit on the fifty thousand dollar countertops in tyson’s kitchen it get scrapes bandaged beneath gentle fingers. people CHANGE, tyson gets that better than anyone. seeing him now is just confusing, given this whole thing with violet that tyson’s vowed to not get involved with --- hurting people? that’s just not his THING. phone is tossed into the cupholder next to him, voice taking on an amused edge ( perhaps a tad TIGHT, however ). “ --- don’t you know? it’s not LOITERING if you know the owner. ”

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mykcela:

she didn’t have to know the male inside and out as much as she did to understand exactly what he was suggesting at this point –her own bright grin quickly matching his own. “ thirty-six hours and twenty-four minutes, huh? wow, i know you love spending time with me, but having it planned out to that specificity? borderline creepo, ” a light-hearted giggle escaped her lips, leaning forward onto the banister. “ hmmm, if you’re suggesting what i think you’re suggesting, there’s one condition: i’m in charge of the tunes. no if’s, no but’s. ”

     “ four days one, two days offs, three days one, one day off --- rinse and REPEAT, ” tyson says lightly, with a shrug, keys coming to a rattling halt in his palm. the schedule isn’t bad, though ; some months is actual quite ENJOYABLE. it gives ample time for personal reflection, roadtrips and friends. it wasn’t always like that ; back in new york, days off were too empty, too prone for overthinking. IRONIC that he finds the slower streets of denvor to be more enticing than the big apple’s endless buzz. he shrugs, glancing down at his shoes with an almost SHY look up. “ ---- so, you coming then? i GUESS i can deal with whatever that racket is that you listen to. ”

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     the jeep lets out a rough sounding noise as tyson kills the ignition --- he elects to ignore it, instead focusing on sending off an ‘u home’ text off to violet in the off-chance she might be. then, because it doesn’t look like anyone’s home and vi doesn’t respond, he loiters in the driveway much longer than he should, flicking through his music trying to find the perfect track to drive out into the mountains too. he hears footsteps over his intense concentration and he automatically jerks to attention, words forming before the other even comes into his line of sight, “ --- i’m not really loit------ ” he trails off, blinking as a somewhat FAMILIAR face comes into view. “ ----loitering. ”

@lvmani

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theultrcviolet:

     “i survived off of adderral, coffee and alcohol. it actually is stil a shock how i’m still alive, a medical mystery,” she smirked, still keeping her eyes on her book. the thud on the counter caught her attention, briefly she brought her eyes up form the pages, to her horror the white vegetable was near her precious mac n cheese. “tyson grace. you are NOT putting cauliflower in my mac n cheese. that is sacrilegious against the Kraft gods. iwont have it.”

     tyson stifles an amused laughed, one hand reaching out to pat her hand good-naturedly. “ calm down --- im not gunna put it in your precious mac ‘n cheese. i’m just gunna bake it. it’ll be GOOD, promise. ” he rattles around in her cupboards for a decent sized pot, voice raised slightly as he turns the faucet on. “ don’t you trust me? “ he glances back at her, pout pulling almost COMICALLY at his face. “ you should trust me. ” 

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mykcela:

anybody that knew the two knew just how much mykaela loved this jeep. she’d even go to the extent of saying she loved it more than he did, or more than him himself, either to get a reaction out of him or to get her own way. at this point she spent more time in his jeep than she did in her own, more-stable, car. so it was self-explanatory the smile that crept up on her lips as she walked out onto her porch to the sight of her favourite package deal: her very own guardian angel and of course, the slightly worn jeep. “the sky, inflation, mortgages,” she quipped, beaming a grin at the male. “how’s my favourite saint?”

     eyes roll good-naturedly at the TITLE. he hasn’t known kaele all that long ( though sometimes it feels like forever ) but he’s already well learned to just accept her endearments. keys rattle as he spins them idly around his finger, smile bordering a BIT on mischievous. he leans back against the front of the jeep, FOND gaze directed at his friend on the porch. “ well --- ” he begins slowly, “ i’m thinking that i have the next thirty-six hours and twenty-four minutes free. ”

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     @mykcela // the JEEP has maybe seen better days, but tyson keeps on dragging it through, pouring money into the engine, the tires, the brakes --- it’s one of the FEW things he didn’t sell from life back in new york city and god forbid he gives up on that now. still, the groaning noise it makes as he pulls into kaela’s driveway probably means he should look at it later. probably. one hand settles on the hood after he steps out ( is it a bit hot? nah, that’s just the sun ), “ you can do it, babe; i believe in you, ” he tells the car, gaze raising with a bright smile at the other, “ hey, kae --- what’s up? ”

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theultrcviolet:

“i can feel you judging my grocery shopping skills, and i don’t apprecitate it.” violet called from her seat at the island, she gave the situation a shrug. “i bought the cauliflower after binge buying kraft mac n cheese shapes, i bought it to feel a bit better about my eating habits, i never actually had the thing.” she flipped the page of her book. “lets, go with mac n cheese. i have like fifteen boxes in my pantry and i need to start getting rid of some.”

     “ you college people --- how do you even LIVE, ” he mutters, grabbing butter and milk from the fridge, a lingering eye on the white vegetable. “ and cauliflower is good --- ” says tyson, grabbing the head from the fridge with a determined look on his face as he plunks all the ingredients on the counter. “ you have to eat it before it goes bad or that’s like five bucks down the drain, right there. ” 

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