you and you’re boyfriend, Oliver. Was sitting in you’re shared bedroom just chilling and talking since neither of you had work today & for the rest of the week, thank god. You both needed a break from all of the hard work you were doing

even tho Oliver was off he still worked on writing his book, since he didn’t wanna miss the deadline he had a habit of working all day without eating or taking a break, he gets on you about not taking care of yourself but he has a hard time taking care of himself from time to time without noticing. Oliver’s mom, Quinn. Was coming to visit in a few days and so we’re you’re parents, they all thought it would be a good idea to all get together and spend some time together for the week since they haven’t seen you two in like a year or two.

as you sat on the bed watching Oliver play with you’re orange cat, taco. You got the name from when the cat tried to eat taco shells when he was a kitten.

taco was on the back of Oliver’s neck, Oliver was gently holding on to his felt paw as he sat on the end of the bed taco generally didn’t really care he just sat there in his own little world. Oliver was wearing a purple long sleeve sweatshirt, the sleeves were rolled up a bit showing off his tattoos, he had his glasses on and he was wearing was wearing black pants

I think he forgot he existed, i could literally just yeet his ass across the room that’s how much he doesn’t care, or maybe he just hates me that much.

he said in a calm and soft tone.

he sits taco down on the bed before moving over to you and laying his head on you’re lap as he stares up at you while you looked through you’re phone. He just stares at you’re beauty.

You’re so pretty, like god damn woman if you were a god I’d be you’re slave. You may not think it but you are so fucking beautiful he said casually