#yalldved

[nvrcmplt]

He’s going to actually throttle him, he’s reaching over the counter for Tyler’s collar . “Remove that from the profile .” Cohen’s losing his mind.

He can't help but laugh, he wasn't escaping, but he did lean back until he was almost falling off his stool. "Wait - wait, it's okay! Cohen you're getting s'much attention!" His phone turned in fingers, so many DMs, so many pics... mostly of dicks because that's the world of online dating but also BOTs and HOT SINGLES IN THE AREA for Cohen's fanclub. "You're such a hot hit, trust me, trust me. I'll get you a great date."

[viteoublies]

He’s back again! Though this time not boredly meandering through hallways, waiting for his siblings. No, he’s a man on a mission. “Ah, miss!” Just who he was looking for, boots clinking on the floor with his spurs until he’s right beside her. “I’m sorry to bother you,” he’s not. “I was wondering, if you remember me from a week ago, sorry for bumping into ya, if ya would let me make it up by takin ya out to dinner.” Bully him Ahmya.

FOREWORD INCOMING !!   accepting always!!    unprompted <3   !!   from @yalldved

she’s looking at him like he’s grown twelve heads, and so is the blonde woman behind her. it’s the weekend, carletta’s free, and she stands there with her brows raised to high heaven. who is this guy, and what on earth is he talking about?

“ eh? ”

the single word leaves ahmya flat, her voice edged with confusion as she tilts her head. he spoke too fast, words tumbling in a way she doesn’t bother to untangle. carletta jumps in, translating quickly into japanese—not exact, but close enough to the point.

ahmya points to her chest, then turns back to the man, her lips tugging into the faintest twist before she answers, plain and blunt:

“ no. ”

behind her, carletta gasps and slaps her own hand over her mouth, shock breaking across her face like glass. ahmya ignores it, carrying on without hesitation, voice clipped and dismissive.

“ speak too fast, no understand- plus.. no know you AND not big deal. just a bump. unnecessary. ”

[godail]

❝   thank you for waiting ! these are some of my favorite little guys , but don't tell the others i said that , okay ?    ❞ vash said that about every flower arrangement he made , honestly , without prejudice . that was a little of what made him an effective person to buy flowers and plants from ; he loved them so dearly that he spoke about them like they were his little coworkers , his magnificent little sisters in helping the world be just a bit more beautiful than it was yesterday . when bought through vash , though , one could swear the plants lasted an extra week from his smile alone , like a second sun . his bumbling fingers offered the paper arrangement flawlessly , even when his fingers were cut up and covered in numerous brightly colored , clashing band - aids . vash , for all his good intentions , didn't play well with scissors and knives . ❝   what's this arrangement for today ? i hope i picked some good friends here for you !    ❞ / @yalldved

[rubctosis]

Trevor you have 3.6 seconds to run as far away as possible - he will be the reason you wouldn’t walk @yalldved

[guhamun]

[The double-edged sword that is Trevor. On one hand, Jianyu doesn't have to talk and keep up the conversation aside from putting a word in here and there. A match made in heaven on the surface. He can exist and they can just talk and fill the air. On the other, Trevor never stops. It's a conundrum.]

[holyscorch-a]

" no, i'm not judging you or anything. just .... how the hell did you not realize the guy was in a costume at a halloween party and not the real mothman ? "

@yalldved / he is judging

[viteoublies]

🌿 Angelo for his fav ladyyy

FOREWORD INCOMING !!   not accepting !!    🌿mistletoe prompt from @yalldved

ahmya leans in close to him, close enough that her words barely make it past her lips. the room feels suddenly too full, too loud, even with the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses around them. her fingers bunch into the fabric of her dress at her sides, a nervous habit she hates and can never quite break.

“ in front of family? ” she whispers, meant for angelo alone, her tone low and incredulous.

his answer comes easily, without hesitation, the obvious truth of it settling in her chest whether she likes it or not. ahmya tilts her head up, eyes flicking toward the blur of green and red decorations overhead, the shapes of people gathered close by. she swallows, throat tight, weighing the moment for half a heartbeat longer than she needs to.

she doesn’t argue. instead, she lifts her hands and cups angelo’s face, thumbs brushing his jaw as if to steady herself. then she leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. it is quick, almost chaste, but deliberate. enough to make a point.

she pulls back just as fast, a small huff leaving her as heat blooms across her chest and creeps up her neck, painting her skin red in that familiar, betraying way. her hands drop immediately, fingers curling again as if nothing happened at all.

“ say nothing. ”

[viteoublies]

[ vibrations ] your muse uses an app-controlled vibrator in public, pushing mine to the brink during a serious event. ( from uh angelo...)

FOREWORD INCOMING !!   accepting ; ship partners only !!    delicious scenarios from @yalldved

now it is far too late to concern herself with this, but the thought creeps in anyway. ahmya wonders if he knew she never really had a chance to read the remote properly, if this whole thing has been happening with her flying blind through their little experiment. the remote sits warm in the palm of her hand, fingers curled around it as she turns it over, feeling for buttons instead of looking at them.

her head tilts slightly as she glances toward him, reading him the way she always does through posture, breath, and the subtle shifts in the room. something about the way he stills tells her she has done something, though she is not yet sure what. she presses at what she assumes is the right control, trying to turn it down, careful and slow.

his reaction is immediate, sharp enough that she freezes mid-motion. ah. definitely not down.

" oops, cute like this though, " she says lightly, brows lifting as a crooked smile tugs at her mouth. her thumb hesitates, then drags across the remote again, this time deliberately sliding toward the bottom. she listens, counts the seconds, waits for his response, and finally feels the shift she intended.

satisfied, she hums softly, rolling the remote back into her palm like a prized little secret.

" i like game. "