#tysonnhartt

[wtfjaykim]

An embarrassingly high pitched squeak sounded through the cafe as Eun-Jae managed to walk straight into a table. The pink-haired boy stumbled a little, already feeling his skin starting to bruise, though it took all of his concentration not to topple over and hurt himself even more. There was a slight blush on his pale cheeks as he slowly regained his balance and rubbed the sore spot right above his hip. “Someone moved that table,” He muttered, though he didn’t sound very convincing and he didn’t know who he was talking to exactly. He had to briefly close his eyes as he leaned against the culprit of the stinging pain in his side, another wave of dizziness washing over him. @tysonnhartt

[amayamcrino]

tysonnhartt replied to your post “Top five people you'd sleep with?”

OKAY, MAYBE A YES ON THIS ONE.

GO AWAY TY.

[flintxbeaumont]

They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.

You’re so fucking cute. 

[theangellies]

To: Tyson      From: Val

I got this for you in Italy- an Italian designer who uses unique colors. I’ve known about him since before I lost my vision- I used to visit his tiny shop in NYC, touch the bags, think about getting one for myself. 

I asked for a very specific color, something I hoped he would have... I’m told it’s a teal with saddle brown, the colors I thought would suit you.

It’s your birthday. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but I’ll be damned if I neglect your birthday.

@tysonnhartt

[alexkardos]

@tysonnhartt

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

[flintxbeaumont]

tysonnhartt replied to your post: Top 5 favorite smells?

Offended

I didn’t even think about people fuckkkk

But yes I do like the way you smell. 

[theangellies]

Spending Time || Val & Tyson

Val didn’t really know what to think when Tyson cancelled on one of their first actual dates. They’d gone out before- that little ‘blind’ (ha ha) date ages ago that Christian had set up, not to mention all the times they’d spent after that. Coffee or hanging out at Tyson’s apartment. Ordering food, kissing slow on the sofa. But this had been one of their first actual... things. After they’d talked about liking each other, not wanting to mess this up, it’d seemed natural to plan this outing. So Val had been ready, painstakingly finding the right clothing, asking his assistant about 50 times if it REALLY looked good or ‘just ok’. But then the phone call had come, and he’d been... of course, disappointed.

But he knew Tyson was nervous about it all. Not wanting to fuck things up, he’d said last time. So maybe he’d flaked because of nerves. Maybe he wasn’t ready for a big date. Or maybe he’d been busy. Emergencies happened. A few days later, Val had sent some texts using voice, just mentioning that Tyson could come over for Chinese food and wine whenever he wanted. He hadn’t heard very much from him, and it was scaring Val a bit. When he’d gotten a response, and finally heard his door open (he’d left it unlocked), he called teasingly from the beautiful slate gray sofa: “Do you come bearing gifts, or is my gift your presence?”

@tysonnhartt

[theangellies]

Coming Over || Val & Tyson

@tysonnhartt

Val listened to his computer read off the last message and grinned, feeling for his big cardigan he’d thrown off because it was far too warm in his flat. He picked up his phone and hit a button on the side. “Call my driver.” He stated to it, tossing his phone on the bed he knew was to his right as he nudged his feet against the carpet to feel for the shoes he’d deposited hastily down there. He heard the gruff voice of his usual chauffeur asking if he needed a pick-up and Val gave Tyson’s address. Soon enough he’d thrown on his old giant cardigan over an equally old henley that had a lot of wear in the low collar, some ripped skinny jeans, his actually nice ankle boots. He made sure he had everything, and found a bottle of... something... from the kitchen. Hopefully vodka? He tucked it into his messenger bag and was soon driving off to Tyson. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but he didn’t mind spending more time with him. He’d been in a really weird state, between being ghosted and his dad passing away. Val had really not felt up to much writing at all. The chauffeur murmured, “Here, Mr. Dupont. The door is straight ahead when you get out.” Val felt for his phone. “Text Tyson. I’m here!” He heard his phone ding in understanding.