Imagine Resting Your Head Across Your F/O's Thighs, Curled Up Next To Them As They Sit Beside You Half

Imagine resting your head across your F/O's thighs, curled up next to them as they sit beside you half occupied as they pet your hair.

To be cared for and preserved by someone who is so, so good at destroying things.

To be remembered and cherished by someone who is so, so good at being thoughtless.

To be loved and adored by someone for whom love is difficult and strange.

Imagine your f/o hyping you up to wear that one outfit that you’ve been a little too self conscious to wear. The one you bought on a whim but could never find a reason or a special occasion for. They can't keep their hands off of you. F/o who stares at you via the mirror, watching you get ready. Drinking in every detail as they dish out compliment after compliment. 'You look stellar...marvelous...vibrant.' Not giving your mind any chance to torment you with self conscious rambles.

They don't care what you look like or wear as long as you're happy. But they will be damned if they dare let such a show stunner go to waste.

hey. your f/o grabbing your face and making you look at them. that's all thank you

favourite selfship dynamic ever has GOT to be "this is an objectively evil character But What If I Was Their Favourite" . literally SO fucking real . and i AM their favourite . they told me so and they would never lie to me. sorry that they lied TO YOU but they wouldnt do that to me. im just built different

You: im sad :(

Your f/o, seconds later outside ur house: