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John Mayer
Jumpscare
“Please, Ollie. Please, please, please, please.”
I love a man who begs
“Pleeease.”
Hockey boys are so submissive and breedable
Oh my. Mr. Beckett is jealous.
AHHHHH yesss
I’d love a foot rub and to be politely railed into the new year if I’m being honest,
Bye- shes so me
Consider me.
I’m scared I’ll hurt her. I’m scared I don’t know how to be a partner. I’m scared that this could…work. I’m scared that she could be my forever. Christ, that’s petrifying.
Woman’s my fucking soul mate.
Truth
“What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.”
“I wanna be your anything.”
“How about my everything?”
Fucking shit, I’m dead. Gone, deceased, six feet under. What the fucking fuck? Is this the result of her reading smutty books? Because o-fucking-kay, I’ll buy her the whole damn romance section and turn a room into a library for her.
Me fr
Olivia takes my hand and leads me to the bed, and like the obsessed puppy I am, I follow.
"walk you like a dog walk you like a dog"
“You’re my favorite everything, Ollie.”
She’s like…waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right. “She’s just…she’s just…” “Perfection,” Hank finishes quietly. Utter fucking perfection.
Love
