#penthouse views

[kash-heals]

happy fucking 17th birthday to me.💙

[hsmagazine254]

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[vintagehomecollection]

Bathrooms, 1996

[dogcodedcatboy]

aaron is up late, roman comes to bother him.

word count: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ less than 2k though

[ technically this is selfshiptober day 1 bc i was feeling the 'night' prompt, but i do not anticipate having it in me to write another one of these this month ;A; this was only proofread by me so. fuck it we ball ]

🌃 starry night dividers by @/thecutestgrotto 🌃

Aaron can't fall back asleep, which is not uncommon.

Usually, he'd be blowing cigarette smoke out the second story window of his rather compact NYC apartment, hoping to maybe catch the neighborhood cats stealing old lunch meat from the garbage cans.

Tonight, however, he finds himself towering over 600 feet above Manhattan. He's a fucking giant. The Upper West Side sprawls below, with a only a metal railing and some glass panel between him and the sea of buildings. It's hauntingly still from this distance, too far up to hear the ambient city sounds he's grown to find comforting, definitely too far up to spy on the outdoor cat population.

The penthouse terrace still makes him a bit dizzy with awe. It's an obscene luxury to him, to crawl out of bed, be able to just step outside and have this view all to yourself.

He thinks about how little he deserves this, those things you tend to think about at 2 AM when you're alone. He leans farther over the railing to try and look straight down, just peeking, appreciating the height.

"Do a backflip."

Aaron is startled by the sudden noise, but of course it's only Roman, with his voice still husky from sleep, and his usually well-styled hair tousled. He steps out to join Aaron, arms wrapped around himself to shield against the chilly October air. His hazel eyes are bleary, so pretty when the light bounces off of them.

Despite the abrupt entry, Aaron feels his heart swell at the sight of his very sleepy boyfriend creeping outside to harass him, or keep him company. The line between the two is blurry with Roman.

"Rude. I bet you'd feel pretty bad if I did."

"Yeah? Well, I'd feel bad that it's too dark to get a good video of you doing a sick backflip off the ledge."

Roman lets out a soft, amused scoff as he strolls over to stand next to Aaron, their shoulders slightly touching. Roman does this a lot, initiates physical contact but just barely, at first, just enough that it could be written off as incidental.

Aaron recognizes the invitation to scoot closer, leaning himself against Roman's shoulder . "Damn, you're right. Might as well wait to jump off, at least until we can at least get a good viral video out of it."

"Exactly. Gotta get the lighting just right...maybe even hire a fuckin'...videographer, make a whole production out of it. Could be your big break."

"Hmm..." Aaron feigns as though he's considering the offer, tapping his finger on his chin. "Not sure how I'd enjoy all the notoriety as a red smear on the pavement, though. I'm seeing some flaws in this plan."

"Oh, please," Roman huffs softly, the playful tone still present in his sleepy voice as he leans further against Aaron, pressing his cheek against the other man's arm. "You'd have the best funeral turnout of all time. People would come from all over just to get a glimpse of your... smear."

"What a beautiful epitaph, 'Aaron Larkin: Friend, Partner, Chef, Artist, Beautiful Red Smear in the Streets of Manhattan. Jumped off balcony as a commitment to the bit.'"

"Right, exactly. Very heartfelt, very poignant. You did forget 'World's Biggest Attention Whore', though."

"I feel like that's implied."

Despite the morbid bit, he feels rather warm. Instead of moping around when he can't sleep, he's.. well...joking about jumping off of the building, but it's different. He loves the banter, it's one of his favorite things about Roman, how stupid they can be together, bouncing off of each other with terrible stupid things and loving every second of it.

They really could go on forever with this, so Aaron decides to pivot, his voice softening. "Did I wake you up? Or are you also having a hard time sleeping?"

"Couldn't sleep, but then I realized you were missing, so I came to look for you," Roman's voice lowers to a more intimate murmur for just a moment, before he shakes it off. "And, really, I just wanted some fresh air, so I thought I'd come join you. Two birds, one stone and all that."

"Two birds, I'm sure." Aaron smirks. "You know you can just admit that you were, gasp, *worried* about me, and wanted to come check in?" He reaches his arm down to wrap around Roman's waist, his hand resting gently on his hip. "I'm fine, by the way, maybe it's all those espresso martinis keeping me up. Just can't sleep." He reassures, hoping to abate some of the anxiety he knows Roman is trying to conceal.

"I'll admit no such thing," Roman scoffs, but the hint of a soft smile tugs at his lips, betraying his facade of indifference. "I'm a hard-hearted, rugged individual. I don't 'worry', okay? I 'check in', 'inquire', and 'make sure you're not falling off high-rise buildings.' That's all." He leans closer to Aaron, if that's possible.

"You're...ridiculous. You know that?" He doesn't know what else to say. His other favorite thing about Roman is the fact that he, despite all his griping, is about as far from 'hard-hearted' as someone could be. A big softie on the inside. All mush underneath the posturing. "You're ridiculous, and an asshole, and I love you lots."

"Well, you're an idiot... and a pain in the ass," Roman presses his face against Aaron's shoulder. "And I love you too...or whatever."

There's a beat of comfortable silence as they stand together, enjoying each other's presence and the city lights below.

The silence only lasts for a moment, with Roman butting in to complain. "I'm cold...and sleepy."

"We can head back inside?" Aaron offers. He no longer feels the need to stay up and mope, not when he could be hanging out with Roman. "Wanna watch a movie or something." He has a feeling Roman will immediately fall asleep during whatever they pick. It doesn't even matter. Curling up on Roman's giant couch together and dozing off sounds like a perfect way to settle in again for the evening.

"Mm," Roman hums softly, the pout on his lips turning into a lazy, content smile. "Sure, yeah, you can pick the movie," he murmurs. "But I'm gonna need a back massage while we watch, especially after leaning against this railing all night."

"Poor thing. You've been out here for, what, 10 minutes? But, sure...fine." Aaron smirks, he's a total pushover anyway, as if he'd ever not rub Roman's back if he asked nicely, or as nicely as is typical for Roman.

"Yeah, I know, rough life, right?" Roman exaggerates a sigh, his body sagging against Aaron's in a melodramatic gesture.

"C'mon, princess." Aaron teases as he stands up straight, his hand slipping away from Roman's back, at least until they make it inside. "Let's go." He starts walking back indoors, looking over his shoulder, making sure his boyfriend is following.

"Mmm.. I prefer the term 'babygirl'... isn't that the thing now?"

"Jesus Christ, Roman, ew..."

They both head inside, already snickering and deeply entertained by pissing each other off again. Much better than moping around alone.

[lilyoffandoms]

Trystan x Gabriel

Anon, I don’t know if you will see this but I finished my art for myself. Thank you for your loveliest of beautiful words! They mean the absolute world to me 🧡

My Art ish Thing: @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma

[deva-arts]

Systema's cities are lands of opportunity! Even for you forsaken lot.

Don't listen to the recruiters.

[savagebeautyqueen]

I want to be that cat.

[mansorus]

[heavensdoorways]

Penthouse at 432 Park Avenue, New York

[carlytayjepsen]

it's not fucking news to you, babe.

[hypoberry]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Views of the Central Park Reservoir, with Fifth Avenue in the distance, from Rex Beach's penthouse on Central Park West and 92nd Street, ca. 1931.

Photos: Wurts Bros. via MCNY

[vintagehomecollection]

Comfortable, old-fashioned furnishings, including an Indian dhurrie rug, offer a striking counterbalance to the modern interior of a Greenwich Village penthouse.

Inside Today’s Home, 1986

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

glad i seem to finally be able to listen to Blackmore's Night without being nauseatingly transported back to fall 2019 loading the dishwasher in my college apartment. Only kind of queasy with nostalgia instead of unbearably.

[blindmagdalena]

Responding to the Ryan’s Room anon,

I remember when my dad was in his “bachelor” era after my parents split, he didn’t really have a room for me since his condo at the time was pretty small so I bunked with him. I think it would be sweet to think that the first couple of nights there, he bunked with Homie and watched movies or something 🤧

that IS cute 😭 although. poor Ryan sitting on that bed and trying to understand why his dad has mirrors on either side of the bed AND his ceiling, no bedroom door, and no kitchen. it's the trauma, bud. your dad has a whole, whole lot of trauma.

[obscure-tales]