TW: Intrusive Thoughts. Self-hate And -doubt. Insecurity.

TW: intrusive thoughts. self-hate and -doubt. insecurity.

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I’ve always seen countless F/O imagines with a repeated (and correct) theme of “Your F/O loves you.” Let’s make it known that I appreciate that, I really do, but…

What happens the moment the Voices in your head ask “Why?”

“You don’t even know my F/O! I doubt they’d love me. And even in the slim chance they did, I don’t see a reason why they’d love this half-human screw up—”

Stop.

Breathe.

I assure you that your F/O doesn’t care if this is the 9,999th time you come to them, they'll always be there because you make their life brighter just by being. Try to exist— right here, right now— for a minute or two and whittle those voices away to the best of your ability (and don’t worry if the best you can do is “nothing”). Your F/O can see how hard you’re trying, but they aren’t with you because they think you can move mountains; they yearn to share their life with you because you’re you. Dear reader, there is simply no other reason.

Your F/O won’t think twice about your trauma, whether it comes from a horror-like past or because you stared passive-aggressively at a dog the other day and feel guilty about it. They just know it affects you and they won’t hesitate to comfort (and spoil) you like there’s no tomorrow. Your F/O doesn’t care if you feel like you’re going through Hell everyday and “whine about it too much” or are “too clingy”, they’re your safe space. They’re perfectly content knowing that when you falter, they’ll be there to catch their beloved and give you a place to rest your head, if only for a minute.

Your F/O sees you in a way you can’t imagine. They accept every magnificent part of you that you call a flaw, thanking whatever celestial force they believe in that they have the pleasure of knowing you. Those Voices inside your head are lying, and just the idea of them being right is something your F/O could never fathom, but they’ll more than happily rush to prove to you how wrong the Voices are.

Your F/O has no wish to stop sweeping those incorrect thoughts away, so please let them. They full-heartedly know they’re doing important work.

Your f/os won’t hate you if you relapse. They aren’t ashamed or disappointed. They still love you, and will do whatever they can to make you feel better.

idk who needs to hear this but your f/o WANTS to spoil you, your f/o WANTS to take care of you, your f/o WANTS to enjoy the little things in life with you. They WANT to be with you just as much as you want to be with them

Villain f/os...so so good...they take over the world for you then kiss kiss you goodnight. Tell them somebody hurt you and theyll immediately comfort you and then chase whoever hurt you. Have them be a strong leader or one of the most feared, who kisses you at night and wont let you go while sleeping because clingy and protective...villain f/o's...

Of all the ways to say “I love you,” my favorite has always been “Let me take care of you.”

Whether you’re the one in need or your F/O has fallen farther than they can handle by themself, think about the volumes that it can speak. Think about the caretaker gazing fondly— yet exasperatedly— at the other, murmuring those words softly. It’s not just “I love you.”

It’s “You need to take care of yourself.”

“You’re not alone.”

“You don’t need to hold all of this weight by yourself.”

“I’ll stay by your side, always.”

“You’ve been so tired for far too long.”

“Please, you can rest now… Let me take care of you.”

Imagine, after noticing you having an off day, your F/O pulling you away from your room to look outside at the stars. Imagine how tender their hands feel on top of yours, gripping firmly enough to tell you that they won’t let go of you but softly enough that it isn’t overbearing. Imagine pointing out constellations with them (if you know any) or making some up for the fun of it! Seeing the stars reflected in your eyes and a genuine smile on your face for the first time all day (or even longer) was certainly worth the trip outside.