hot cold season gonna sink in my sweat [karen/katie; dizzy]
title: hot cold season gonna sink in my sweat
rated: for cursing
fandom/pairing: rpf; katie white/karen o
spoilers/warnings: katie pov in second person
summary: they're in love in the summer.
words: 718
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and totes did not happen irl. i actually have no right to write this as their lives are theirs and thus not mine. title is from yeah yeah yeahs' 'dudley'
a/n: prompt #30: dizzy i have no idea what the fuck this is supposed to be but i really think these two should like know each other and collaborate and stuff. i'm not sure this is a smooth katie voice?
"don't sweat it," karen says, a grin comfortably set in zher features like zhe's never sweated anything in zher life. "c'mon."
zher hand is outstretched and tempting. vibrant purple nail polish chipping away to reveal wild orange underneath; gaudy plastic rings adorning zher fingers. they - zher fingers, that is - twitch enticingly, and if you need to be enticed it usually means it's against your better judgment, but there's rain pattering in wet puddles of grass and against uneven black asphalt and somehow that's the thing that puts your hand in zhers.
zhe pulls you unceremoniously down the steps and you stumble down cement, out from under the cover of the roof. the rain is cold and you know better than for it to surprise you but it does anyway. it's been really, meltingly hot out, lately. some nights when you're lying awake you forget how to breathe.
(never mind that you spend your nights lying awake next to zhim, hair fanning together in a two-tone puddle as zhe plays with your fingertips and you try to memorize how pretty zhe looks when zhe loves you like zhe does this summer.)
"fuck," you say, laughing almost incredulously. the rain is hard and cold and your feet are bare and zher palm slips against yours but zher hand doesn't let go, just grips you tighter without ever pulling you closer. you turn your head up to the sky and get hit in the eye and just above the opposite brow at the exact same moment. you wince and laugh and you can feel the water locking in your hair already.
the door behind you opens with its slow, heavy creak, and there's laughter before it falls closed again. "you're going to get sick!" a voice calls. familiar. you place the name, the face, the existence to it without turning around. without looking away from karen. but karen wasn't looking at you, so zhe doesn't look away when zhe grins over at the interruption.
"it'll be worth it!" zhe calls. you think zhe believes it, so you believe zhim too. "besides, katie's probably used to this kind of shit - right?" zhe asks, glancing at you and you blink before you roll your eyes.
"this is nothing," you say dryly. you mean the weather, compared to 'home' or wherever it is you usually spend your time. the words almost feel like an accidental lie on your tongue, but karen laughs and zhe must not have cared to think as much.
the door doesn't open again, and the two of you aren't left alone, but it's hard to let that bother you too much when karen drags you into an ugly imitation of a waltz that you don't think would fool anyone. but it's nice. the rain is brutal and the asphalt is wet and your clothes are sticking to your skin but they're sticking to karen, too, and zhe looks beautiful when zher hair is plastered to zher face. your hand moves from zher shoulder and tries to push it out of the way and zher makeup streaks under your fingertips.
zhe laughs when the pads of your fingers come away cobalt blue and stark black. zhe takes them in zher free hand, kisses each one and then leans zher forehead against yours and zhe sticks to you.
the feeling of finality that's been lingering in the air all summer (because you know it has to end) is absent when you laugh, when you kiss zhim and zher hands squeeze tight around yours and hot pink lipstick smears against your mouth. tonight you'll lie awake and won't say that you're afraid to say goodbye and maybe zhe won't be afraid at all but hazy morning exhaustion will be worth it when zhe's chipper and bright in a loud green jumper.
"i love this," zhe says, because zhe always has the wrong words for the wrong situations in exactly the right way.
"me too," you say, and your breath hitches in surprise when a chilly raindrop slips down the side of your face and slinks down the valley of your breasts. zhe laughs and you say, "me too," again anyway, because zhe's survived so long with that i love this mentality that you figure zhe's got to be doing something right about it.
rated: for cursing
fandom/pairing: rpf; katie white/karen o
spoilers/warnings: katie pov in second person
summary: they're in love in the summer.
words: 718
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and totes did not happen irl. i actually have no right to write this as their lives are theirs and thus not mine. title is from yeah yeah yeahs' 'dudley'
a/n: prompt #30: dizzy i have no idea what the fuck this is supposed to be but i really think these two should like know each other and collaborate and stuff. i'm not sure this is a smooth katie voice?
"don't sweat it," karen says, a grin comfortably set in zher features like zhe's never sweated anything in zher life. "c'mon."
zher hand is outstretched and tempting. vibrant purple nail polish chipping away to reveal wild orange underneath; gaudy plastic rings adorning zher fingers. they - zher fingers, that is - twitch enticingly, and if you need to be enticed it usually means it's against your better judgment, but there's rain pattering in wet puddles of grass and against uneven black asphalt and somehow that's the thing that puts your hand in zhers.
zhe pulls you unceremoniously down the steps and you stumble down cement, out from under the cover of the roof. the rain is cold and you know better than for it to surprise you but it does anyway. it's been really, meltingly hot out, lately. some nights when you're lying awake you forget how to breathe.
(never mind that you spend your nights lying awake next to zhim, hair fanning together in a two-tone puddle as zhe plays with your fingertips and you try to memorize how pretty zhe looks when zhe loves you like zhe does this summer.)
"fuck," you say, laughing almost incredulously. the rain is hard and cold and your feet are bare and zher palm slips against yours but zher hand doesn't let go, just grips you tighter without ever pulling you closer. you turn your head up to the sky and get hit in the eye and just above the opposite brow at the exact same moment. you wince and laugh and you can feel the water locking in your hair already.
the door behind you opens with its slow, heavy creak, and there's laughter before it falls closed again. "you're going to get sick!" a voice calls. familiar. you place the name, the face, the existence to it without turning around. without looking away from karen. but karen wasn't looking at you, so zhe doesn't look away when zhe grins over at the interruption.
"it'll be worth it!" zhe calls. you think zhe believes it, so you believe zhim too. "besides, katie's probably used to this kind of shit - right?" zhe asks, glancing at you and you blink before you roll your eyes.
"this is nothing," you say dryly. you mean the weather, compared to 'home' or wherever it is you usually spend your time. the words almost feel like an accidental lie on your tongue, but karen laughs and zhe must not have cared to think as much.
the door doesn't open again, and the two of you aren't left alone, but it's hard to let that bother you too much when karen drags you into an ugly imitation of a waltz that you don't think would fool anyone. but it's nice. the rain is brutal and the asphalt is wet and your clothes are sticking to your skin but they're sticking to karen, too, and zhe looks beautiful when zher hair is plastered to zher face. your hand moves from zher shoulder and tries to push it out of the way and zher makeup streaks under your fingertips.
zhe laughs when the pads of your fingers come away cobalt blue and stark black. zhe takes them in zher free hand, kisses each one and then leans zher forehead against yours and zhe sticks to you.
the feeling of finality that's been lingering in the air all summer (because you know it has to end) is absent when you laugh, when you kiss zhim and zher hands squeeze tight around yours and hot pink lipstick smears against your mouth. tonight you'll lie awake and won't say that you're afraid to say goodbye and maybe zhe won't be afraid at all but hazy morning exhaustion will be worth it when zhe's chipper and bright in a loud green jumper.
"i love this," zhe says, because zhe always has the wrong words for the wrong situations in exactly the right way.
"me too," you say, and your breath hitches in surprise when a chilly raindrop slips down the side of your face and slinks down the valley of your breasts. zhe laughs and you say, "me too," again anyway, because zhe's survived so long with that i love this mentality that you figure zhe's got to be doing something right about it.