This Is How Your F/o Looks At You Btw

This is how your f/o looks at you btw

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Songs that remind you of your f/o established, but what songs remind your f/o of you?

a little message from your f/o to drink some water!! you deserve to have a nice warm meal today, you deserve to rest and feel happy today. if you can’t get out of bed today, there’s always tomorrow, they’re proud of you and love you no matter what. they’re with you every step of the way and want you to enjoy life!! you got this!! you are strong, and you are very loved.

gently pressing your head against your lover’s back while they cut vegetables, your lover sitting on the kitchen counter while you talk about your day at work and wait for the water to boil, giving them little pecks while they stir the vegetables, eating the food together, washing the dishes together… you know what i mean

Imagine going through your usual routine for the day and your f/o suddenly says “mine” while they throw you over their shoulder as they walk off with you.

Guess they decided it was time you payed attention to them

TW: suggestions to current abuse.

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All the imagines for survivors I’ve seen are a snapshot of the aftermath, of being out and dealing with the beasts lurking in your mind. They hold a special place in my heart, in my deepest wishes for the future, in the scrap of hopeless romanticism I have left.

But this is for the ones who are still There and can’t get out.

It breaks your F/O’s heart when they find out. No matter how it came to be known — from the quietest murmur of truth to a self-deprecating quip others would laugh at — they’ll feel a tug of wrongness, of pain in their core. In times of tears, they’ll hurt with you because you are more than worth hurting for.

You can let yourself unravel in their embrace. All the masks in the world couldn’t work on your F/O; you’re their beloved, not their one-second crush or a toy to discard, and they would never dare to turn a blind eye to your words or your pain. From the texts you can only send at an hour unholy enough to go undetected to the bitter tears that have been forced into silence, they want all of you. Maybe your F/O will pull enough strings to get you away, or perhaps they’re helpless to do anything but whisper truths into your ear when the world tells you you’re worthless, but nothing on this Earth and beyond can dissuade them from being right next to you every step of the way.

They’ll celebrate your strength on the better days, making fun of the sorry people who try to get to you and mockingly plot against them (whether they actually carry out said plan depends on the F/O). They’ll hold you on the worst days where you fear even thinking badly of those who berate you, squeezing your hand and murmuring reassurances in a soft croon. They’ll write down your triggers to keep you safe, remind you to take care of yourself and your body, assure you that a day will come beyond this night and that they’ll liberally treat you like the royalty you are once you’re free.

Your F/O is more than willing to peel away the layers of guilt and hate and doubt with a silk touch, to reach your most vulnerable self and show you unconditional warmth and love.

All you have to do is let them.