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septiembrre · 4 years ago

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30 for the kiss prompts!!!!

Prompt: Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

@sothischickshe, I made a concerted effort to keep this silly and short. And I gave myself frown lines as I watched it grow longer and longer and… angsty. D:

Featuring:

A magical reappearance of Beth’s furniture

A broken air conditioner

A heatwave

Lots of summer clothing

Sweat (but like the typical annoying kind. This is not a euphemism for sex)

Beth and her anxiety

Rio, a certified Goth™

A relationship not yet ended

Pain

And a Mick cameo, of course!

On AO3, too!

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I’VE GOT TO LOSE MY COOL

Beth’s first mistake was not calling the HVAC technician first thing in the morning. She had called on the way out the door, left a voicemail.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. Wednesdays were usually slow. She would be able to sneak away at almost any point to take a call back. In the message she left, Beth made sure to mention that her only conflict was at three (the weekly drop of bills from Mick). Otherwise, there was plenty of time to schedule the service visit with perfect timing for the impending heatwave.

But, of course, her life was no longer neat.

On this random mid-day shift, there had been a flurry of customers at the store -- multiple special orders for invitations, a desperate maid of honor running in for last minute bridal shower details. And, naturally, it was in this hubbub that the tech had returned her call. There was another subsequent round of phone tag. Beth left a new message.

On her phone, there was also a text from Mick. He was held up -- and that never happened. The texts hinted at some mysterious, more-important errand for their boss and she was a little curious. He had quashed her follow-up questions (only a couple!), with a gruff, “I’ll get there when I get there.”

And he indeed eventually arrived to Paper Porcupine -- a whole hour late and in a terrible mood. He barreled in the backdoor, sans his typical flannel and sans-leather jacket. Instead, he was in a t-shirt and sweaty as all get out in the late afternoon heat. Beth had stared at him aghast as her phone chimed with another call. It had been a perky soundtrack to Mick’s string of colorful swears when he realized he had left behind half the one-dollar bills needed for the next print run.

Well, at least that mess wasn’t on her.

When Beth finally caught the technician on her drive home, she confirmed what Beth had begun to suspect in her gut: they were all booked up with service calls until next Monday.

“It’s the heatwave, Mrs. Boland,” the tech explained over the car’s speaker phone. “Half of Detroit is calling in about faulty units. We can get you in first thing next week.”

Beth had nodded unseen and despairing. She had the AC blasting in the car, but she was still sticky with sweat. It was going to be precisely eleven degrees hotter by tomorrow. Then, it would chart 105 the day after that.

Good Lord.

Her second mistake was not immediately driving to the store to purchase a pool.

This is how Beth finds herself in the middle of the brutal once-a-year Michigan heatwave, reflecting on how truly her life no longer plays out in the tidy, pre-ordained trajectories it used to. And some days this is thrilling but other days, today, it’s...

Terrible.

Beth tries to do what she can.

She digs out her most breathable pair of exercise shorts, short short and purchased two children ago. She dons her comfiest, lift bra and throws on a frayed pink tank top. She no longer wore these articles of clothing in the presence of her husband (especially after that comment now etched into her soul about “a great ass and perfectly shaped boobs”) but kept them tucked into her dresser for such hellishly hot, solitary occasions such as today.

She pulls her hair messily into a lofty bun leaving no opportunity for it to cling to her neck. She also temporarily appropriates three of the flagging household fans and angles all of them carefully at her, meticulously layering the currents. Finally, she sprawls on her bed, starfishing her limbs for maximum air-to-skin contact.

All of it helps a little, but she’s still hot. Beth can’t fathom anything outside of her misery, wants to shed her skin.

She momentarily considers taking her third cold shower of the day.

Then, without realizing it is happening, Beth finds herself an hour deep into a frenzy of online shopping, precariously balancing her laptop so it doesn’t touch her skin.

Her focus: sandals.

Beth knows she shouldn’t go through with the purchase. Rationally, she can admit it is a feverish spiral, fixating on one fraction of why this week is awful. But, it is all she can think about: she does not have any appropriate footwear for this heat.

How will she survive?

From there comes a whole whorl of scenarios. If she could get away with not leaving the house, she could stay barefoot, stick to the shadowy corners of her house, shower any hour of the day. In fact, this was (part of) the reason why she had chosen to stay home as Dean took the kids to the community pool a few blocks over. Her old pair of ratty flip flops had finally given out and the mid-morning heat already had Beth at her wit’s end. God, she just needed some quiet and some sense of distance from Dean. So, she suggested the idea, urged him to go and leave her in peace.

Perhaps, she could send him out for all the kids’ needs and assorted errands?

...But, could he be trusted?

Well, if Beth refused to leave the house, that meant she was also choosing not to go with the kids to the movies or the library, places with functioning air conditioners where she could cool off. And what else could they do tomorrow? Maybe she could dig out the old sprinkler from the garage… But, then she’d have to go into the garage, and the temperature in there--

Anxiously, Beth meanders the tabs on the DSW website and adds two new pairs of flip flops to her cart. One’s a little more casual, definitely good for pool-side and backyard time. The other pair is a little more dignified. They didn’t look like they would clack.

Well, she doesn’t need two pairs...

She’ll narrow it down later.

In the back of her mind, Beth can acknowledge she doesn’t really need to buy anything at all, and that these sandals will not make her current discomfort any more bearable. But, it doesn’t hurt to look.

Oh, goodness -- what about when she has to go back to Paper Porcupine for her next shift? The thought of putting on any of her flats seems like too much to bear, claustrophobic as they were in the heat. Pumps were out of the question. Which brings her to her last job-appropriate footwear option -- her ankle boots. Weirdly, that seemed to be a fashion trend that was happening now, but nope, absolutely not.

It is in this fever pitch, that Beth makes her third and perhaps most egregious mistake: when Rio knocks on the French doors, she lets him in.

In her defense, she’s a little dazed. As mentioned before, the current state of Michigan is literally hell and Rio’s appearance… takes her by surprise. She was not expecting him to show up today with a duffle of the rest of the small bills. He hadn’t texted and to top it off, he is wearing... an outfit she has never seen before.

A sleeveless shirt.

A sleeveless shirt and joggers, fancy athletic ones that look a price point (or three) above the ones she usually buys for Dean. However, despite this new foray into athleisure-wear, Rio remains head to toe in his favorite color with black on black Chucks rounding out the look.

What a goth, Beth thinks, shaking her head to herself. This outfit in over-100 degree heat?

She feels hotter just looking at him.

Like Mick the other day, Rio is sans-jacket, sans-button-up, and sans-beanie and there’s just… miles and miles of uncovered brown, freshly sun-kissed skin.

Maybe, it’s her deep-seated jealousy of people who can tan. All her skin is good for is glowing in the dark and flash burning at the slightest interest from the sun. And mind you, she’s currently safe inside her dim bedroom, but it’s the strangest thing... She’s burning now as her eyes trace the smooth skin exposed at the base of his neck, burning as she follows along the neat, sharp line of his collarbone where she had bit--

Stop, Beth. Why did she still want--

Had he purposefully shown up with a work excuse on the hottest day of the year to pester her? Was this a latent extension of his punishment? Beth thought they were past this.

But, you know what? Whatever. Let him try.

She’s cool. She might be sweaty as hell, and wanting to crawl out of her skin, but she is cool as a cucumber, cold as ice, profoundly unbothered.

She’s so cool that she doesn’t say a word.

Not to greet him, or remark upon the mistake with the drop or… his atypical clothing choice.

She doesn’t comment either on the state of their business or ask after whatever it was he had assigned Mick to do this week and had seemingly gone awry.

She doesn’t comment as his mouth drops open with surprise as he takes in her appearance, his eyes widening with something as intolerably warm as the air around them. The bag slips from his grip just inside her doorway.

Nor does she say anything when Rio follows her back to bed, tethered to her through a tenuous spell of heat (weather or otherwise). She’s cool, indifferent, breezy actually as she repositions herself in the crosshairs of the fans. If she pretends he doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have to share the breeze right? So she doesn’t pay much mind as Rio slips off his sneakers and settles next to her. Instead, she re-balances the laptop and resumes pursuing the online DSW store.

She doesn’t say anything as he eventually shuffles closer, presumably to watch as she adds strappy sandals to her cart (or more probably to peek down her shirt). And god-- this stupid tank top. Maybe her boobs look better from over there in Rio-world, but over here she is sticky with underboob sweat and crossing her fingers that none of it shows through her bra.

His shoulder leans against hers.

And she has every reason to push him away, but… his skin is cool and smooth and not the most intolerable part of this weekend. So, she lets him stay there.

And she continues to ignore him, cool-like, or cool-aspiring.

Until he no longer lets her.

Concentrated as she is on her shopping, she notes idly as Rio’s foot reaches out to nudge one of her fans to aim more directly at him.

Beth can’t help the snarl that comes out of her mouth, “Don’t.”

He always brings out the worst in her.

There’s a low snicker. Her gaze drops down to take in Rio’s arm as it presses up fully against hers. His fingers reach over to pinch her thigh.

“Damn, ma.”

There’s that heat again, the one from inside. God, she hates him.

Beth shuffles away, frowning at her screen. Rio shuffles too, sidling up next to her again. She adds another pair of sandals to her order and then considers her cart.

“Elizabeth…” In the corner of her eye, she catches the movement of Rio shaking his head with reprove. “Think about where you live.”

Beth flails on the bed in a display that admittedly reminds her of her own children in a fussy mood and it only annoys her more. Her bedspread sticks to her arms, the backs of her legs, and the exposed sliver of her midriff where her top is creeping up. Beth shifts, trying to dislodge the cover from her skin, mindful to protect the laptop. It’s only happenstance that she manages not to shift a single inch of where the length of her arm touches Rio’s.

As she tries to calm down, a brief vision comes to Beth -- an alternate universe where the laptop is safely tucked away and the HVAC blessedly functions. The Rio and Beth of this fantasy are them but also not… maybe she’ll call them Christopher and Elizabeth. That Beth -- Elizabeth -- is only mildly inconvenienced by the heat raging outside. She can rest her dampened forehead against the cool arch of his-- Christopher’s neck. She can lean in to press a weak kiss at his collar bone. In fact, she can kiss it anytime she wants, invited to touch him anywhere she like. In this dream, Elizabeth’s ministrations don’t have to be surer or bolder or cool -- because she has him.

All the time.

She can afford to be soft.

In turn, Christopher nuzzles his face into her hair fondly, and that Elizabeth receives a soft kiss at the crown of her head. There’s an undercurrent of sex between them, the suggestion of it, but overall the scene is sluggish in the zenith of summer and content. Elizabeth can curl her body around his and let him hold her--

How silly.

Beth shakes herself out of it and realizes that Rio has shifted on his side, watching her as she’s zoned out staring at the cart full of sandals for too long. His lips twitch and almost pull into a smile. Then, he quells them into mock seriousness.

It feels too intimate, him with her on this bed, her bed, the bed. It feels like Before.

God, why is he here anyway? If she was alone, she could peel off all her clothes and… take an ice bath probably.

Not think of him at least.

Not think about that wild, feverish idea of curling up, fitting her body into his and surrendering to the heat. Not think about how desperately and pettily she wants to pinch him back. She wants to kiss that stupid look off of his face or... Maybe she could purchase all six pairs of sandals and start browsing for pools on Cloud 9 just to spite him--

“I am thinking about where I live and actually, it’s the middle of summer here--” Beth bites out. “--and it’s outrageously hot.”

“Just buy yourself a pair of sturdy white lady shoes. You mean to tell me you don’t already own some Birks?”

“Excuse me--” Beth splutters, incensed. She had considered them first but had been discouraged again by the price tag for a single pair. “White people aren’t only ones who wear Birkenstocks.”

Without missing a beat, Rio volleys back, “Baby girl, what are you going to do with so many pairs of sandals in Michigan the rest of the year?”

“Says you.”

“Oh?”

“You literally have a million pairs of shoes. Your closet is insane.”

It dawns on her, what she just said.

Oh.

Not good.

It’s the fucking heat. At least, the discomfort can’t blotch her cheeks any more than they already are.

She knows that if she looked at him now, she would see Rio doing something... obnoxious with his face. He’s probably smirking in that terrible, gloating, dumb, sexy way that he does, but too bad.

Beth refuses to look at him.

She’s indifferent and unbothered. She’s cool. She’s the kind of Beth that would never ever even think about his closet or daydream about them folding clothes together or fucking on--

So, instead, she snaps her laptop close with a final click. The sandals were a half-brained idea anyway and that was a conclusion she already came to on her own. Thank you very much, boss.

She starts to get up but then Rio’s hand reaches out to curl around her thigh, pinning her to the bed. He squeezes her leg gently, as he has the audacity to shush her.

It’s enough impetus for Beth to rear her head back to meet his gaze again and level him with her most withering glare.

And, what do you know? She was correct. He appears to be very entertained.

This time she feels the heat surge on her face and knows without a doubt that it shows on top of the heat rash.

“Yeah, so… are you ever gonna tell me what you were doin’ at my house?”

“No.” She snipes, prim.

“No?”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” It's outright untruth.

Rio’s amused disbelief and her defensiveness meet in a standoff. Beth knows from experience he’ll try to wait her out and she gnashes her teeth.

Then, there’s a twitch of movement at her thigh, the flex of fingers she realizes are still there and Beth registers the warm span of his hand a few inches above her knee. Her gaze darts down to look at where he’s touching her. He glances down, too. Together they watch as his thumb slowly strokes her skin. Then, again.

They both observe as the muscles in her thighs just perceptively clench.

God, him and her, in this bed.

His voice softens to that ridiculous mumble, both low and rich. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. You can tell me.”

The tone raises her hackles -- as if she wasn’t already too familiar with this trap! She tries to affect nonchalance -- she’s cool -- and shrugs, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Rio grins. It’s sharp like a knife and charming. She hates that he’s the most attractive person she’s ever met. “You liked my closet?”

Then, an idea comes to her-- how she can best him at his own little game.

Beth curls on her side towards him. Her cleavage deepens and god, she can instantly feel more sweat bloom but she knows what he likes. The line of their bodies is parallel, only separated by an inch or two. They’re sharing the breeze from the fans now and wisps of her hair have gotten loose from her bun and are blowing into her face. Rio’s hand shifts to resettle and it drifts up to stroke her hair back behind her ear. Then it drops to curl at her waist. And you know -- nice move -- but she can do him one better.

“Yes,” Beth says simply. She brings her hands up to trace along the neck of his shirt, across his pecs, and the expanse of skin she hasn’t seen since that afternoon of Before. “I didn’t see this though.”

Then, in a moment of haughty malice, her fingers find the notch of his clavicle. She watches his throat bob as he swallows hard and she counts the success. She ignores the tell-tale temptation to gift him more bruises, to kiss him…

The thought occurs to her, distantly, slowly emerging through the fog of heat, that if she tugged the fabric to the side a bit, she’d find one of the scars she gave him. Her hands become clammy and they retreat.

“You like it?” Rio’s voice comes out a smidge hoarse. But, perhaps only someone who knows him like her would notice.

Beth shrugs a shoulder.

His eyes are bright as he looks back at her. His gaze shifts crass, laden with the suggestion of sex, and there’s a tinge there that's not quite sour per se. But, it’s heavy with the particular weight of who they are now. His line of sight deliberately drops to her cleavage with old, salacious purpose.

It’s not the way he looked at her that day, that one time (or two).

Self-rebuffed, Beth tries not to think too much about how she hates that Rio caught her dressed like this. She itches to pull her top up to her neck or scramble off the bed to find something else to throw on. She itches to disappear entirely or to retreat into her bathroom (and see if this time he’ll follow her there too).

Slowly, in performance, Rio moves the fingers at her waist and dips them under the edge of her tank top. He traces teasingly underneath along her sweaty skin.

“I like this.” Rio says, biting his lower lip lewdly, tugging along the hem of her shirt.

And Beth feels-- she feels--

Too hot.

Too objectified.

Her stomach drops and she wants to crawl out of her skin. This wasn’t, this isn’t-- This isn’t what it was.

No matter who they are this minute, whatever mess continues to unfold, this isn’t what that day was.

She won’t let him ruin it.

“You know I did really like your closet. I liked your shoe racks--” she scrambles, trying to dangle a little of what he wants and to remind him. “Your pictures. Nice touch.”

The comment serves its purpose. It makes him pause, sufficiently rebuked by all the ways that she knows him.

Rio extricates his hand, pulls away from her skin, as she tries again to calm herself. She needs to be cool, cool, cool.

But, it’s unbearable -- who they are now.

She feels frazzled and depleted as she watches Rio roll onto his back. He looks up at her ceiling, not at her. “Why can’t you be honest with me for once?” He says it tiredly, without artifice.

She can’t stand it.

“You’re one to talk.”

Beth watches as Rio is now the one gritting his teeth.

“Y’know--” There’s a poignant, festering beat and then he says, “When I fucked you in this bed, I had wanted…”

More.

That want goes unsaid, suspended in the air around them with the heat.

“But, you just wanted me to fuck you,” he finishes quietly, leveling her.

Her stomach bottoms out newly pained and she wonders if that day, those two times, are already ruined for him. Certainly, she can understand if it’s because of the bullets. But, if he still has any doubt--

She makes a last-ditch attempt at levity.

“You’d probably say this is really… basic bitch of me.” The phrase fits awkwardly, and the call back immediately has Rio’s attention. She knows in her race to pull something together, to make it better, something bearable, whatever she’s going to say is going to be too candid.

“Yeah?”

“But, the times that I’ve been the most… attracted to you--” Oh god, this isn’t coming out light and casual at all. Oh no.

Rio shakes his head at her, “Don’t stop now, Elizabeth.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Beth huffs. Then, she tries again. “One is definitely when you were bashing in that butt-ugly car.”

Rio’s eyebrows raise comically high.

“You know with the crowbar,” She gestures, swinging her hand gratuitously. He absolutely already knows what she’s talking about.

“And two..” Beth shuts her eyes and takes a steadying breath. She hopes for the best and tries not to rush the next bit. “--was when I saw your closet was color-coordinated.”

She sneaks a glance at him, and her stomach twists again.

He has absolutely no business looking so fondly at her.

She strives to clarify. “But, that was before.”

“Not anymore?”

“No.”

Rio nods, presumably in acceptance of her refusal.

But, then he tugs her to him, across him. Beth settles on top of him, too hot, too sweaty. Her forehead comes to rest, pressed against the soft hollow of his neck.

#My writing #my fic #beth x rio #tbh i don't love how this came out but I need to get it off my hands #but I hope folks enjoy it!#and remember what summer feels like #nbc good girls

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katbot · 7 years ago

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Logic, Bushes, and my first rolled cigarette.

This is a the sequel to Rescheduling, Accents, and American pride. I nab a second date with N, the Ameriboo.

“actually can we do nine?”

“Nine is fine. I’ll head to the library then head down to you around 8:30. I’ll pick a cheap bar”

“ace! see you then”

I crush a set of logical reasoning questions and give myself a break when the next section is Logic Games.

Around 8:45, I finish my make-up and head down to Christopher. I know every bar in this area and want to pick one that fits my vibe.... without charging $10+ for a pint.

I feel like Goldilocks. This bar’s too crowded. This bar’s too dive-y. This bar’s too bougie!

I’m in between Shade or Triona’s.

The first— a faux-dive with 15 dollar cocktails but cheap beers. Triona’s, a sports bar with cheap beers but water downed mixed drinks.

When he texts me he’ll be late, I treat myself to cheeky cocktail at Shade.

I grab my favourite window seat and pull out my workbook. Logic games can’t beat me with a cocktail in hand! I’m 100% wrong and end up spending most of my time texting my date for next week— a freelance guitarist from Greenpoint.

N catches me off guard. He slips into the chair across the table with a cheery, “Hiya!”

“Hey!” I wrap up my books & phone conversation like a guilty child.

“How was LA?”

We pop into the conversation like old friends. I’m delighted when he’s chill with staying at Shade for another round. I insist he add his beer to my tab to avoid the hassle of opening his own.

We exchange week events and he shares pictures of LA beaches. It’s beautiful, but I could never see myself out there. Like most New Yorkers— I can’t drive. He tells me about his hour-long bus ride to the centre of town and I silently thank my immigrant parents for picking the right coast.

We shuffle next door to Triona’s. When I begin to order a drink, he grabs me by the shoulder and insist he buy the next drink.

He’s staring me down. His brown hair has turned less floof and more mane.

“I-uhh. I-I’m going to get liquor. Get the next round.”

I’m not rich by any means, but I remember his poor comment from last week and feel bad. The fact that I freely throw my card at bartenders means most of my dispensable income (gladly) goes to booze. Booze that’s mostly pricey gin.

“What are you getting? Vodka?”

His intensity is throwing me off guard.

“No — gin.”

“Niceeee,” he coos. His UK appreciation overtakes his intensity, but it rolls back when I correct his pairing assumption.

“And soda?? What are you mental??”

He gives me shit until the bartender comes over then, ask for my preferred gin before ordering.

He opens a tab. We're in it for the long run!

I’ve got a smug blush on when we settle into a side table. The conversation flows well; he tells me he’ll be gone till mid-May, for stop back home to England.

We match pints to pints once I finish my gin. Alternating rounds depending on whose too lazy to get up.

At one point his phone chimes, and he groans. “Ugh. Sorry. It’s my program. It just crashed.”

It’s the reason he was late today. It’s a bunch of coding shit that vaguely ties into politics, but he surprisingly explains it in an uncomplicated way. I’m impressed and can actually make sense of it.

“So... if it’s just that one digit that’s off...can’t you just replace it with the proper unit?? How long will it take?” I speak slowly to not fuck up the basic terminology and…. because I’m entering the tipsy territory.

He nods. And we he tells me it’ll take a few minutes I insist he do it right away.

We squabble until I put my foot down. “Promise you, I’m not offended. You're gonna be behind tomorrow. It's not worth it."

He begrudging pulls out his laptop, opens up the terminal, apologizing the entire time through. “So sorry.” He repeats, typing away like a mad man.

“Literally no stress.” And I mean it. I’m definitely tipsy and check on my #boysquad.

“Date going well?”

“Yeah! Hardly feels like a date though. Def friendzoned myself. ”

“Make a move!!!”

I scoff and put my phone away just has N slides his laptop away.

“Already?!”

“Already! Thank you! Next pint on me?”

He begins to prep a cigarette when I mention it’s a skill I never developed. He props paper and tobacco in front of me and starts a How-to lesson. It’s an awful cigarette that he ends up reshaping.

“Not so bad for the first time. Shall we pop off now?”

It’s an amazing cigarette. I’m not just saying that because I (kind of) rolled it.

In-between drags, he gives me his UK number. “Yknow....in case you want to talk to me while I’m abroad.”

“Uh...okay sure.” I ash my cigarette and save the number as Nx2.

When we head inside, I suddenly realize I’m tired of the scenery.

“Hey, do you wanna head to another bar? Grab one last pint?”

“Yeah. That sounds chill.”

We’re standing up to close our tabs, when he reaches for my hand and pulls me over for a kiss.

It catches me off guard and I pull away with a, “Whoa. I—“

“Oh god. I’m sorry. I thought you wanted—“

“No. I— I do. I think you’re really hot. I just wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t think you were into it.”

“Oh no. You’re super cute. I’m definitely into it.”

I laugh and excuse myself to the bathroom, where I text the #boysquad — “wow I think this dude wants to fuck me???”

When I get out, N’s smoking outside the bar. “So. Bar??” The plumes of smoke obscure his face.

“Yeah. It’s just a bit late now. I’m afraid they’ll last call us quickly.”

“Well, there some bars in Bushwick still open.”

I laugh. Imagine me going to Brooklyn?

“Or we can go back to mine and have a few cocktails?” He leans and begins kissing me.

I laugh again, “Listen. I think you’re really hot. And I really want to fuck you. I just...didn’t expect this. I thought we were doing the more friends thing. THIS is great but the thing is....I haven’t shaved in months.”

He stares at me, genuinely confused and after a beat says, “…So?”

“No no," I waving my hands frantically. "You don’t understand. I literally mean MONTHS."

He's still staring at me dead pan, a stream of smoke jets out of the corner of his mouth.

"So, would you be down to fuck me in like a month when you’re back from England?”

This time he laughs, holding my hand he answers.

“Yes, I’d be down to fuck you in May.... but I’m also down to fuck you now.”

He leans in and kisses me again. I shake my head and step away.

“You don’t understand. It’s like a Kate Bush bush.”

He replies instantly,

“I love Kate Bush.”

---

The lights on Williamsburg bridge are illuminating N’s hand on my thigh. My hands are folded together in plain sight. I don't mind the tiny PDA but the cab’s stern glances into the rear-view mirror are making me uncomfortable.

It isn't until the safety of Bushwick's darkness that I reach over for his hand. He squeezes it tight and I like that he's not trying to fuck in this cab.

We pull up to his apartment and he pays for it fully, despite my (admittedly half arsed) offer to split.

Holding hands, he unlocks the front door, and we silently walk up the staircase. It's one of those buildings where people leave their shoes outside the door.

The apartment is cool. Spacious and lofted. There's a tube map on the wall that makes me smile.

He makes one greyhound & one Tim Collins while I’m in the restroom.

His room is cute. It’s reminds me of my own. I observe the pictures has I pulled off my jeans. They're a bunch of him and his friends. They're holding beers and smiling hard in most of them.

We fuck for hours. I’m surprised and grateful his refractory period is so short.

I'm so used to a one and done session, I have a back to back orgasm that makes me go cross eyed.

After the fourth time, I start to get dress when he sharply ask where I’m going. “It’s so late. Of course you’re staying. I wouldn’t let you go home at this time, it's too dangerous.”

I’m thrown off. Most of my sex life has been me getting kicked out at 4am, and his random dude wants me to stay? I'm embarrassed for myself and successfully play off my dressing as "just underwear lounging."

I can't believe he buys it.

After, cigarettes and chatting. We settle into bed. He’s outrageously cuddly. He wraps his entire body around me, and plays with hair.

I’m thrown off by the intimacy. I’ve never had anyone’s fingers through my hair.

I’m so turned on….

After the fifth time, we actually settle into bed. Octopus’d together, we both knock out quickly.

I wake up before my alarm goes off. I’ve got to get in early to change into my spare work clothes.

N greets me with a groggy “Mornin’? Off to work?”

He’s still stupidly cute and I regret not calling out the night before. I scramble around the room, cursing myself out for not following my organised protocol.

This is what happens when you haven’t heard sex in nearly two years.

God— why is it so hard to put jeans on???

I give him a kiss on his forehead and he wishes me a great day.

I can hear his roommate rustling to leave, I’ve got to get out of here now.

The ride to work is quick, once I battle the streets of Bushwick for a piping hot coffee & BEC.

I text my groupchat the universal emoji of "I just got laid."

The chat explodes.

One friend replies, "Well. God damn. I never thought I'd see the day Tess gets laid."

Gee. Thanks guys.

It’s 8:30 by the time I sneak into my office. I’m tired and dehydrated but successfully on time. I sport a stupid smile on my face that evolves into a stupid grin when N text me around noon.

When I finally get home I run a bath, schedule STD testing in four weeks, and fall asleep with union jacks on my mind.

Lessons learned:

> Gelling with someone doesn’t inherently mean you’re friendzoned. You may just gel well from the start.

> I can do the casual sex thing!!!

> Rolled cigarettes might be my new vice.

Rating: 8.5

App: OKC

#KDD

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… for fucksssssss sake, are they ever going to feed this poor baby? 😥😥😥

oh god, please don’t make shivaay sing. please. 😣😣😣

nakuul’s using his NAKUUL voice to sing, instead of his SHIVAAY voice. 🙃🙃🙃

baby has amazing “bitch, what the fuck?” face 😆😆😆

might be shivaay’s baby. purely based on that look.

“achcha hua bhavya yahaan pe nahi hai warna bachche ko harass karne ke chakkar mein andar ho jaate faaltu mein.”

snort. 😂😂😂

also, the look of betrayal on shivaay’s face that rudra agrees with anika re: his singing. 😆😆😆

“shivaay teri besuri awaaz pehli baar kaam mein aayi hai!”

more like baby thought “ok if i stay awake he’ll sing to me even more, so best if i just pretend to sleep so that he’ll stop” 😕😕😕

obros have wizened up to first rule of baby management: sleep when the baby does. 😌😌😌

why the F would they need WALKIE TALKIES, when they have PHONES and whatsapp/texting??? lord. 🙄🙄🙄

god, the girls are being hella annoying. 😒😒😒

pffffffffft. “nayi soch” being plugged. 🙄🙄🙄

ugh, the girls have managed to get a tagline even more annoying than LAUNDE HAI KAMAAL KE. i liked naaari ssssakti jindabaad better. 😣😣😣

ok very random change of scene. 😕😕😕

omkara us room se nikle toh milaaati. 😑😑😑

om @ crying baby: dekh beta, zindagi bohuttttt badi hai, roke kuch nahi milne waala. learn to face your problems.

this is exactly the kinda shit i tell crying babies and barking dogs and basically anything that’s making an uneccesary ruckus. 😐😐😐

24 HOURS LATER… CAMBRIDGE GRAD, BUSINESSMAN OF THE YEAR, IS FINALLY LIKE “HM. COULD IT BE POSSIBLE THAT PERHAPS THIS TINY HUMAN IS HUNGRY? MAYBE? JUST A SUGGESTION?” 😒😒😒

lol pooooor rudra. shivaay is straight up bullying him. 😂😂😂

“bhagwan ke liye, protein powder daalke mat laana.”

hahahahaha. good thing that was clarified, otherwise he fully would have. 😆😆😆

shivaay’s little squeal/snort at rudra saying he’ll only be back after 100 pushups. coz he knows rudra can’t even do 10 crunches without dying. 100 pushups my ass. 🙄🙄🙄

shivaay is strictly opposed to the name “BUNTY”. it might not be his baby, but any baby in his care should have a naam with some class and weight and tadi. 😌😌😌

it’s confirmed that it’s a boy? 🤔🤔🤔

ohhhhhhhh boy. shivaay’s being left alone with the baby. he’s going to talk about the stock market to it (like how he used to talk about inflation rate to baby rudra)

a ha! anika is going to pounce on opportunity! ��😁😁

Awareness™. 😍😍😍

oh ho ho ho, faraq games again. baby ke saamne bhi. 😐😐😐

how is she not seeing the damn baby? IT’S RIGHT ON THE BED, IN A BASKET FESTOONED WITH RIBBONS AND WHAT NOT. NOT EXACTLY SUBTLE. 😟😟😟

… how anticlimactic. i can’t quite read shivaay’s mood re: anika’s monologue. touched and hopeful, that she still loves and cares about him? discomfited, that he never stopped caring about her despite how she betrayed him? what’s happening inside that sleep deprived head of yours billu? 🤔🤔🤔

this scene was really weird to me; it didn’t have that usual magic that shivika scenes usually have. something about it was really flat and boring. 😕😕😕

SHE NOTICED HIS LAPTOP SCREEN WAALA BACHCHA, NOT THE ACTUAL JEETA JAAGTA HUA BACHCHA 2 FEET BEHIND HIM. 😒😒😒

also lmaoooo did he just google “how to take care of a baby”? #theMillenialWayToParenting 😂😂😂

… yeah, he literally never said he didn’t like kids? he’s shivaay singh oberoi. his priority is naam khoon khaandaan. a baby is a pretty essential part of passing on the lineage. 😗😗😗

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OHHHHHHHHHH THEY BROUGHT MY FAVT SCENE BACK UP. YAAAAAAS. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

also, he said that it doesn’t matter if YOU couldn’t give him a child. not that he didn’t want children at all. they’re not the same thing. 😐😐😐

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! HOW TO BHOOL JAO AND MOVE ON???? IT WAS THE MOST POIGNANT THING YOU EVER SAID TO HER. EVERRRRRRR. 😭😭😭😭😭

ohhhhhhhh boy. this conversation just took a detourrrr. she thinks he wants a naam khoon khaandaan waala baby with ragini. oh girlllllllllll. 😫😫😫

he’s getting super mad that she thinks he wants a baby, that too with anyone else but her. god anika, you’re so damn stupid. 😣😣😣

oh my godddd you idiotssssssssss. what a hottttt messss this isssssss. neither of you want anything than to be together forever with the other one. stop accusing each other of god knows what else. 😪😪😪

“jis din tum yeh sentence ko complete karogi… tab baat karenge hum.”

siiiiiiiiiiiiigh. you twooooooooooo. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 you two need less talking and more making out. and fucking therapy. you definitely need extensive amounts of therapy. 😕😕😕

ouff, idhar gauri ke maa waale issues. why can’t she just tell him to pretend for a few days, like she did for his fam? awaiii baat ka batangad. 🙄🙄🙄

ouff, meanwhile dumbell oberoi is sidetracked. 😒😒😒

lmao jhanvi encouraging gauri to be mad at om, and om’s eyeroll like PLEASE MOM, SHE’S ALREADY MAD AT ME DON’T ENCOURAGE HER I CAN’T TAKE IT WHEN THE TINY CUTIE GETS ALL SHOUTY 😣😣😣

ouff, don’t care about this ruVya scene at all. 😑😑😑

my god, this acp is kuch zyaaada hi. stay in your lane, girl. who even are you to ask him all this? 😒😒😒

omggg gauriiiiiiiii just telllllll him. 😫😫😫

“ajeeeeeeeeb aurat hai!” 😂😂😂

lollllll her snark. so wifely. “you wanna go spend time with the boys? FINE!!!!!!!!!!!” 😆😆😆

heeee heeee, omkara’s dimaag ke phurzeeee are finally turning. 🙃🙃🙃

DID SHIVAAY JUST LEAVE THE BABY UNSUPERVISED, WHILE HE WENT AND GOT CHANGED? GOD. 😧😧😧

lmao baby ke liye DOODH MEIN COCKTAIL STRAW. 😂😂😂

tellywoodtrash presents: a face journey, by shivaay singh oberoi.

“nahi pata mujhe! maine bachche nahi paale na!” “common sense bhi nahi paali kya???”

snort. sassy singh oberoi’s lack of sleep is getting to him. 😆😆😆

OMG YES, CALL HIM OUT, HE’S ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HOW HE “RAISED” YOU TWO! PUT HIM TO THE TEST! 🙃🙃🙃

LOL, om knows that there’s no such thing as privacy in this house and that the girls will instantly open anything that comes in shivaay’s name. 😗😗😗

THIS WALKIE TALKIE NONSENSE IS SO FUCKING STUPID. 😒😒😒

“sipaaahi samajh mein nahi aata aapko?”

A+ bitch face, anika.

also, the snark levels in this household are at an alllll time high today. it’s amazing and i love it. 😂😂😂

fun fact: shivaay thinks titanic is the world’s best film. a bold and unexpected choice. 😐😐😐

“shawshank redemption?” “…. shashank? 🤔🤔🤔”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

how does shivaay not know sholay? how is that even possible? 😐😐😐

OMFG I RELATE SO MUCH WITH ANIKA’S ANGER AND RAGE AT SOMEONE WHO HASN’T WATCHED/LIKED THE MOVIES I LOVE. I LITERALLY TELL THEM TO GTFO MY SIGHT TOO. 😶😶😶

“world’s best movie. SH se naam shuru hota hai.” “DDLJ?”

man, it’s a good thing that the oberois have a family business they can shove rudra into, kyunki job toh isse milne se rahi. 😑😑😑

his big plan is to fucking call ragini?!!?!? INSTEAD OF KHANNA?????? 😯😯😯

“basanti bhaujaai” 😆😆😆

damn, so much envy at ragini’s super flat stomach. that’s it, i’m going on an all cucumber diet from today. 😥😥😥

riiiiiiiiiiight after i finish the fries i’m eating right now. 🤐🤐🤐

ragini’s CAPE though. the collar makes her look like:

lmaooooo, rudra wishing for the first and last time ever that anika doesn’t fuck ragini up. 😂😂😂

yup. they’re bullying him into doing it again. man, thank god i have no siblings. 😕😕😕

meanwhile, omkara is going on his own side quest. 😑😑😑

lol anika and ragini’s utterly fake smiles at each other. 😆😆😆

anika is proposing friendship. aw mannnn, i wish this was real. yougaiz know how much i love girl love. 👯🏽👯🏽👯🏽

OMG RAGINI HAS THE WRONG PACKAGE 😯😯😯

anika’s realllllllllly trying. she might sprain something from the effort of being nice to ragini. 😂😂😂

wooooop. her face changed instantly when she found out it’s a gift from shivaay. all friendly feelings have flown out the window. 😗😗😗

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA rudra’s face at the girls’ fighting. 🤣🤣🤣

(the camera work on that, the way they revealed him was realllllly good. extra hilarious. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣)

what is this ghadiiiiii? did svetlana send it to tej? 🤔🤔🤔

LMAO OMG RAGINI’S “HEIN” AT THE EMPTY BOX 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

AND OMGGGGGGG ANIKA’S ATTEMPT NOT TO LAUGH HAHAHAHAHAHA 😆😆😆

THIS WALKIE TALKIE NONSENSE IS ANNOYING ME SO MUCH. 😤😤😤

anika’s victorious fist pump at ragini’s bezzati. amazing. 😆😆😆

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy. RUN GAURI RUN! 😬😬😬

too late!!!!!!!!!!!! 😧😧😧

om seems to be totally ok and happy to meet saasumaa. 😗😗😗

*in the gentlest voice ever, and with a gentle smile* “gauri, bataaya nahi maa aayi hai?”

i instantly teared up. i just can’t believe that my old soft omki is back???? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(also i am pms-ing and anything and everything will make me cry.)

yup. not that your daughter threw me out of my own room and slammed the door in my face or anything. nope. 😶😶😶

idgaf, give him #BestPati at the #StarParivaarAwards2018 already. who could possibly top this? who? no one, that’s it. 😑😑😑

omki is our king (sing to tune of “weasley is our king”) 🤴🏽🤴🏽🤴🏽

gauri’s face be like “who are you and where’s my Nandi Bel waala husband?” 🤔🤔🤔

god i am in fucking love with him. my obsession and love from 2016 just came roaaaaaaring back fulllll zorrrr shorrrrr se. #omkaraIsBae 😍😍😍

gauri also just fell waaaaay more in love with hubs. i was here first, but ok, i shall step aside for my queen. 😌😌😌

hawwwwwwww, he palat-ed! he lovesssss her toooo. my beautiful soft and silent babiesssssss. they give my dil such sukoon. 💖💖💖

unlike those other idiot babies of mine who are giving me heartache and grey hairs. 😩😩😩

ARRE WAH! SMART BOIIIIIII RUDY. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

lmao ok, pretty sure this is nakuul and kunal fussing over the baby in this scene and not shivaay and om. 😊😊😊

“BUT PAPPU CAN’T DANCE!”

hahahahahahaha. this is why i love omki best. so self aware. 😂😂😂

oh lord. naach gaana. oufffffff. 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

i have never seen shivaay this animated in my life. ever. 😐😐😐

again, because this is nakuul, and not shivaay. i think the director was basically like “last 5 min of the episode, no one gives a shit anyway, go wild mehta. do your thang.” and do his thang, he did. 😚😚😚

ok bohut dekh liya yeh naach gaana. fwding. coz too much michmichi. gimme the precap already. 😒😒

LAUNDRY BASKET MEIN BUNTY THA. 😧😧😧

JFCCCCCCCC AND YOU COULDN’T TELL HIM THAT BEFORE?!?!?!!?! IDIOT OMKI. 😣😣😣

GOD THAT POOR DEFENSELESS BABY, LEFT TO THE MERCIES OF THESE THREE PAPLU TAPLUS. WILL THE GIRLS RESCUE IT ALREADY? PLEASE?!?!!? 😫😫😫😫

OR EVEN BETTER, HAVE AN ACTUAL, RESPONSIBLE AND CAPABLE ADULT (WHICH CAN ONLY MEAN ONE PERSON IN THIS HOUSE: JHANVI) FIND IT. 😥😥😥

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs #190717 ib lb

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joshuazev · 7 years ago

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Lately it feels like the technological world will have me believe that if I don’t work for Amazon or Facebook, don’t have a degree in business, and don’t have an acceptance to a medical or law school that I will be a pretty irrelevant human being. Now maybe that’s because I’ve been reading the wrong articles, watching the wrong news, surfing the wrong social media, in turn surfing Facebook too much or maybe, on the other hand, I’m just I’m not understanding correctly. The paper route is the route where the money is. Fame is where the money is. Tech jobs are where the money is. Unknown examples A, B, and C are where the money is. I wonder if happiness is where the money is. From what I’ve gleaned in these Facebook posts, people are excited to be joining the secure community, the community where a comfortable salary is promised. In extreme cases, the position even matches up with the work they’ve wanted to do in their life. Pretty cut and dry. This is what I want to do. This is one of the best companies that provides it. I got a job there. Woo hoo! Case closed. Life isn’t 100 percent about anything, though. Through the cracks you can see the fallen and not fallen because they’ve dropped through, but fallen because they had high hopes and were sucked into a dream and after two years of overly intense labor and intense maltreatment and unhappiness, they let go of the false ideal they were so eager to clutch. I’ve seen both sides and feel like I’ve witnessed both spectrums of emotion based on the detailed accounts that friends and friends of friends have provided on the internet. Amazon is good and is growing, seems to be employing everyone for every job nowadays, but doesn’t seem like it’s cracked up to be. Facebook, it’s corporate twin, is a power hungry monster. I downloaded Facebook messenger today on my phone because I was left no other option. I needed to see my messages and send some to someone else, but couldn’t do that by just going on my phone’s internet. No, instead I had to download the specific app to perform that action. When I did and quickly tried to delete it I learned that there would be no “quickly” involved. I could not log out on the app nor I could I delete it. Catch this, I had to download the official Facebook app that performed all of the other functions in order to log out and delete the messenger app. The sad thing was it took me so long to search on google (both on my phone and on my laptop) and there was nothing clear cut about it. You would think that “how do I delete Facebook messenger off my phone” would be easy enough, but I had to actually go on google, narrow the search to the past month, and scroll through a couple of pages before I found anything that helped me out. The truth is, you are never truly logged out of Facebook. Everything you’ve ever heard about the blurred lines between that company and security is true. For example, when you have Facebook open and you also have several other tabs open, Facebook is legally allowed to use those other tabs to better suit your Facebook navigation pleasure. Ever wondered why all of the ads on Facebook are of companies and interests that you were looking up on google and other search engines? Yeah. Some new school people might think that’s cool, but it seems a little creepy to me. Why can they do that you might wonder? Well, according to my roommate and several others, Facebook locked you in the moment you signed up and checked those long length terms and agreements. No one has time to read every word in those things. They seem to be overly long on purpose, but that’s what it is. The Facebook devil works in mysterious ways. Now I digress; the fact that Facebook has purposefully made it difficult to remove its applications from your device seems like an A1 example of corporate abuse. If you know that there are literally billions of people that use your website and everything related, why would it matter if one person simply deletes it or not. A question I would ask all of you. If I were going to retreat a little bit and succumb to the powers that be then maybe that would be fine. Maybe I’m making a big deal about nothing. Security is an issue though. I’m not a vigilante, a convicted breaker of laws, nor do I have any desire to be in the future, but regardless of whether I am or not, there seems to be a tangible and, to some degree, intangible breach of privacy going on. Protect yourselves, people. Watch “Enemy of the State.” Yeah. And if you know about it, have seen it, or want to see it, keep in mind that that movie was done almost 20 years ago. Let that thought sink in.

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I went looking for places to live today. I started my journey at the library, my first library visit since moving here last April. It was pretty fun, you know. I was able to get a decent amount of work done. A lot of people were using the facility to sleep, like the guy next to me for example. He was dozing in and out. The security guy, far from an enforcer approached the man to tell him that he couldn’t have his eyes closed. I thought that was a bit ridiculous. Do closed eyes vs open eyes determine what could be deemed loitering vs taking a rest? The security man seemed hesitant to do much after he told the man to “wake up” and it was pretty entertaining to hear the sleepy man tell security guy, “Do something.” Everyone in the library could see he wasn’t going to do anything at all.

That wasn’t it though. It didn’t stop there. Later, this girl behind me who kept talking on the phone despite the calls for “please no cell phones!,” seemed to get the impression from her mother (who was sitting right next to her) that the man was bothering her or something. Completely caught off guard after the girl jadedly asked, “What you been doing to my mother?” the man responded with, “What?” “What was I doing?” and started shaking his head in disbelief. With an incredulous look the man looked at me, shook his head, and said, “I think it’s time for me to go,” looked at the mother and daughter and said, “Gnats.” I had a good laugh inside.

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The housing hunt continued in a physical manner after I left the library. The first place was in a great section of Hamilton Heights on 145th and St. Nicholas, about 40 blocks from where I currently live and a similar price. I think it was on the fifth floor and the woman who was leasing it seemed very nice, but I worry that it might not work out because I’m only interested in staying there for a couple of months, so I can potentially live with some friends of mine whose leases end around that point. We shall see.

The other spot was over on Adam Clayton Powell and 149th. This one was on the second floor. How should I say this? The spot was interesting. On the phone the woman seemed to be very obsessed with cleanliness and upon arriving and walking in the spot I could see that she wasn’t lying. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. This woman was very nice, but I just didn’t get an incredible vibe. I worried that if I sat down on the couch in the living room she might give me an earful for displacing the cushions. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was OCD or she spent the whole day cleaning her spot. But that wasn’t the kicker… In the middle of the living room was a pole. And the way I found out (because I hadn’t noticed it before, despite it being right the fuck in front of me) was I asked her about the cleanliness of the room. She told me she exercised in there. And I was like, “Oh you do yoga?” and she said, “No, I work on the pole.” She told me she wasn’t a stripper after I asked (I mean, I didn’t have a problem with it), but I just thought that I wasn’t ready to wake up in the morning, make the cleanest, most perfect egg, and see a woman pole dancing in the other room. Something about the scenario didn’t appeal to me.

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My room looks strange. I have my AC at the window that has given me long, calming, talks at night about the near future and I’m comforted by its kind words. I’m thinking in return I will put it in storage, so that I can take it along with me when I get a permanent spot. The one thing that I had hanging on the wall—a map of the Parisian subway system has been taken down. “Not for long,” I told it. “You’ll be hung up with the brothers and sisters you’ve never met yet, D.C. Metro, and NYC MTA when I get more comfortable. They are so eager to meet you.”

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