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Welcome to my somewhat organized desk. I'm Jay! I use she/her pronouns. I'm a 27 year old baddie and here's where you'll find all my writing! My requests are open! If you are under 18 DNI!!!
You're on your stomach with your face turned toward the window, one arm shoved under the pillow, the sheet somewhere down around the backs of your knees. His hand is on your back. Two knuckles working the knot beside your shoulder blade, slowly, the same three inches over and over. He's been at it long enough that he's stopped knowing he's doing it.
Rain on the glass.
Days. You have known this man days. You keep remembering that, and it keeps refusing to sound true.
"Y/N."
"Yeah ā no, I know." You're already up on your elbow. Your shirt is somewhere on his side of the bed, which is the wrong side, which means getting all the way up. "Give me five minutes. Ten, tops, and I'll get out of your hair."
The hand stops.
You wait for him to say something. He doesn't. The rain keeps going, and he doesn't say anything at all, and the silence gets wide enough that you start putting things in it.
"I didn't mean to be here this long. I have my car, so ā it's fine, I don't live far." You're sitting up now, dragging the sheet with you. "You've probably got stuff in the morning. I'm not trying to make it weird."
Nothing.
"I'm just gonna grab my shirt."
You reach across him for it. He gets there first ā has it in his hand before you've made it halfway, and he holds it out to you, and when you take it, he doesn't let go.
You pull. He doesn't.
He's looking at you now, and his face isn't doing anything you can read.
"Out of my hair," he says.
"It's an expression."
"Mhm. I know." His free hand comes over yours on the shirt and stays. "Do you have to work tomorrow?"
"No. I'm off Thursdays."
"Okay. That's ā " He stops. Almost laughs. "That's what I was gonna ask you. Before you got going."
"Before I got going."
"You had a whole thing prepared."
"I didn't have a thing prepared."
"Five minutes, ten tops." His grip tightens on the shirt. "I don't want you doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Any of it. The clock, the getting out of my hair, whatever that speech was." He's quiet for a second, and you can hear him deciding to keep going. "I've been laying here for twenty minutes trying to figure out how to ask you to stay, and you were already packing."
"Joe, it's been four days."
"I know how long it's been. I can count." He says it plainly, no defense in it. "If you want to go, I'm not keeping you. But I want you to stay, baby."
You're still holding one end of your shirt and he's still holding the other, and you're aware that this is the stupidest position you have ever conducted a conversation from.
"Okay," you say.
"Okay?"
"Okay. I'll stay." And then, because he hasn't let go of it yet: "You can have the shirt."
He exhales through his nose. Takes it ā the whole thing, no ceremony about it ā and drops it over the far side of the bed where you'd have to go through him to get it.
Then he lies back down and pulls the sheet up over both of you.
His hand finds your back in the dark. The same spot, two knuckles, slowly ā and then slower, searching for something that isn't there anymore.
"Huh," he says, to nobody.
He leaves his hand there anyway. Then his arm goes around you, and he pulls you back against him, and neither of you says anything else about it.
Itās okay love just genuinely tired of re reading the same stuff šš¤·š½āāļø Iām in the same boat I write a bunch of stuff just never finished it
Itās okay love just genuinely tired of re reading the same stuff šš¤·š½āāļø Iām in the same boat I write a bunch of stuff just never finished it
Itās okay love just genuinely tired of re reading the same stuff šš¤·š½āāļø Iām in the same boat I write a bunch of stuff just never finished it
Light skin is still black right? So why are we faulting black men for being in movies with light skin BLACK WOMEN. Yall find anything to be mad at. When one wins we all do regardless of skin shade. Yes it would be nice to see more brown and dark skin women on screen as love interests but whoās to say they didnt audition and just didnāt make it. š« like I know the industry is colorist af but blaming mfs who aināt got control over the love interest majority of the time is crazy. Now as far as white women being the love interest again this is a movie fake!!!!!! That doesnāt mean that that is said black male actors type!!
