#( &&. imari porter | interaction )

[bunchofreaks]

@sweetdispcsition ( imari )

frankie’s handed pounded on the door, jiggling at the doorknob. “are you fucking kidding me, porter? the one time i need you and you decide to actually lock your door?!” she was...panicking. she had just come from her interaction with the gothel kid and she was freaking out. she glared at the door, slamming her palm against it once more. “open up!!”

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“i already apologized, brook, i don’t know what else to say.” imari sighs softly, fingers carding through his hair as he looks at the other. their schedules are conflicting more now that it’s fashion show season, and he’s been traveling. a lot. and so has brooklyn. and now he’s missed their date, when they barely get the next twenty-four hours together before he has to get on another flight. “the shoot went late, i couldn’t just leave. i’m sorry..” he trails off a bit, shifting on his feet. of course he feels bad, he wanted to spend time with brooklyn more than anything. but he didn’t get much of a choice, he had to do his job. @nightsmcres

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every time asher ends up in his bed, imari tells himself it’s the last time. that they can’t keep doing this, because it’s taking a toll on him now. but here he is, another night with his limbs tangled around asher’s as they sleep. he feels the other stirring and, since he’s essentially on top of him, he’s half awake as soon as it happens. “where’re you going?” he grumbles softly, his eyes still closed. there is no move to get up, or off, and imari knows he’s making it difficult for asher to get up and leave. he does it on purpose, mostly out of fear of him dipping out in the middle of the night. “please just stay all night this time...sleep better when you’re here.” they’ve never spent an entire night together, not like this. and imari just wants one night where it feels like this is more than it really is. @nightsmcres

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@flamedskins gonna ruin imari’s life

in a perfect world, imari would be happy --- overjoyed even, that his best friend was dating his sister. he should be happy about it. and if you’d ask him, he would tell you that he was. but that couldn’t be more of a lie. watching his best friend, one who he’d been incredibly in love with for the past few years, grow close to and then start dating his sister was devastating. but his best friend was happy. and his sister was happy. so imari pretended he was happy. especially on nights like these, when it was just the two of them hanging out, having a “guys night”. which meant asher was watching sports and drinking while imari drank and pretended to know what was going on. “i’ve been watching you play hockey for years and i still never know what the hell is going on during these games.” he laughed, emptying yet another beer bottle and setting the empty glass with the other accumulation on the table. 

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sometimes no matter what he did, imari had days where he just felt like everything that could possibly go wrong did. and today was one of those days. he woke up late, got to his photoshoot late. and then there was wardrobe issues, his hair wasn’t doing anything he wanted it to do. and by the end of the shoot, he hated every single photo they took. he knows his job isn’t that hard. it’s wearing what people tell him to wear, looking how people tell him to look --- modeling doesn’t exactly require a lot of skills besides standing and listening. and so he feels like he can’t complain much about such a simple thing he has to do. but by the time he drives home, he’s been complaining to himself the entire ride and it’s only made his bad mood even worse. he trudges inside, slamming the door behind him and heading straight towards the familiar sounds of remi in the kitchen. his arms wrap around the other boy’s middle, face pressed against his back as he hugs him from behind. “hi,” his greeting is muffled by remi’s back. “i had a shit day.” he mutters bluntly. @wintersfades

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@blindsoptimism ♬ - 5 || logout - saba 

“everybody’s insecure, especially people with everything. why else do you think they’ve got everything?” 

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imari had never been good at lying. so when his sister invited him over for a party --- and then insisted he come, he had a hard time coming up with an excuse not to. he thought maybe he could go for just a little bit, and then dip out and no one would notice. because really, he didn’t want to be around asher. and even more so, he didn’t want to be around asher and his sister together. his plan failed, and before he knew it his sister was offering him the guest room of her apartment to sleep in because he had too much to drink. and in his drunken state, he happily obliged and passed out as soon as the party died down. it was still dark when he woke up and he looked at his phone to see that it was almost three in the morning. with a soft groan he pushes himself out of the bed, at some point having stripped down to his boxers, and heads to the kitchen. pouring himself a glass of water and rifling around to find some aspirin he downs the pills with the cool liquid and puts the cup in the sink. turning to leave he jumps when he sees asher, hand on his chest. “jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” he whines, shaking his head. “what are you doing up?” @flamedskins

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continued | @blindsoptimism

as soon as the words leave his mouth he wishes he could grab them and shove them back in. it’s been on his mind a while and he’s not sure why he chooses now, of all times, to actually say it. but he’s not sure how much longer he can take this. the hiding and the lying ---- it’s not who he is. and he thought he’d be able to handle it but he wasn’t prepared to do it for this long. “not us necessarily, just...the whole situation.” his voice is weak, quiet. imari does not want to be having this conversation anymore. he really regrets bringing it up at all. swallowing the lump in his throat, he keeps his gaze on the floor. “i just feel like...maybe you need some time. --- to figure out whatever it is that’s been making you so distant.” he can feel the tears brimming in his eyes and quickly blinks. “i’m sorry, remi, i...this just isn’t me. i don’t want to rush you, or or make you feel bad about taking your time. i get it, i do. it’s just ---- i can’t keep hiding.” he finally lifts his gaze to meet the others, his chest aching at how upset he looked already. “i really care about you. maybe we should just, um...take a break. until you’re ready...and then we can try again.” 

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starter for @flamedskins

“oh! come on, i want to show you mine now.” imari takes brooklyn’s hand, tugging him towards the back of the exhibit where his artwork was to be displayed. he normally didn’t come to gallery openings, even though he was invited whenever he had pieces being displayed. but he figured it could be a fun way to show brooklyn a little taste of his world. so after dinner, they made their way to the opening show and imari dragged brooklyn around looking at other artists. they’re all sold already but one i guess, but i don’t know which one it is. i sent four.” he explained as they walked though the exhibit. 

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continued | @blindsoptimism

coming home to remi in the middle of the floor crying was unexpected. he had clearly been overworking himself and it made imari’s chest ACHE seeing the boy like this. it takes a few long moments of imari holding onto remi despite him so desperately trying to fight him off but finally he’s giving in and imari tightens his grip. sitting back he gently pulls the male into his lap, immediately shaking his head when remi starts to apologize. “don’t. you don’t have anything to apologize for.” he told remi, his voice soft and soothing. he lets remi cry, thumb continuing to brush stray tears as they fall. imari presses a lingering kiss to the other’s forehead. “it’s okay,” he whispers into his skin, free hand brushing up and down remi’s back. he had seen remi upset before, but this was enough to worry him more than usual.

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open to: m / unless you want to make it platonic then f/nb too based on: this

living in the city, imari got a surprising amount of requests to do a personalize piece. murals, custom paintings, portraits --- you name it and he’s done it. today he’s got a bag full of supplies and he’s meeting another client. they had contacted him about a mural in their home, which he was excited for. he had done them for organizations, but never a personal one. he glanced at his phone, making sure he got the address right before heading up towards the door. adjusting the bag over his shoulder he knocks on the door gently and waits. rocking his heels imari is immediately flashing a smile when they open the door to greet him. “hi --- imari porter, we spoke on the phone. i hope i’m not too early. got here faster than i thought i would.” 

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closed starter for @blindsoptimism

“are you sure you don’t mind keeping my sister company? i can tell her you had something to do.” imari offers as he buttons up his shirt, rushing to get ready for a meeting that he’s forgotten about until the reminder comes up on his phone. he should have left five minutes ago. his sister is in town visiting while she’s there for some work thing. and imari also has a work thing, so he has to leave his nosy sister alone with his boyfriend --- and he’s visibly worried about that. 

[bcmymistake-a]

was it ever a good idea to get involved with someone on a strictly physical base with no strings attached? no. and imari knew that. and yet he still did it. he should have known better than to think he could keep his heart out of things. that’s who he was, he put his heart into everything. friendships, relationships, work, friends. so while he’s sitting there with noah scolding himself for thinking he could ever agree to a ‘no feelings’ rule, imari lets out a quiet sigh. there was a big possibility that he’d only agreed to it in hopes of both of them eventually developing feelings. but when he glances over to see that noah is having a conversation with someone else while they’re sitting together, he knows that’s out of the question. while he debates on asking who the other is talking to imari shifts on the couch, attempting to talk himself out of it. it does not work. “who ya talking to?” he blurts out, attempting to sound as casual as he possibly can. @adoratixns

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continued from here

imari tended to get caught up in his work, especially if it was a piece that he was particularly enjoying doing. and obviously, he was enjoying painting his gorgeous boyfriend so time just kept slipping away. it isn’t until he hears remi that he glances at the clock, wincing slightly at how late it had gotten. you can’t rush art, baby.” he pointed out, peeking around the canvas at him. “i’m almost done. would’ve been done a lot sooner if you would hold still.” imari scrunches up his nose at remi and then goes back to work. // @blindsoptimism

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↳ snap to: babyyy

imari: “LOVES to be LOVED ON” imari: what a coincidence bc i LOVE to LOVE ON things!!! imari: that’s me saying i am about to adopt this cat imari: so i hope you like cats :) @cxnfessions

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↳ imessage to: babe 😍

imari: you ever think about how crazy the concept of the home alone movies are??

imari: like no kid would ever get away with this stuff now