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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.”

Sending so, so much love out there for self-shippers with strained relationships with their fathers this Father’s Day. It’s an incredibly hard thing when someone whose job is to nurture and help you grow ends up hurting you, may it be verbally, emotionally, or even physically at times.

If you have fatherly familial F/Os, know that they are there for you and they always will be. They’ll be there for any messy panic attacks/flashbacks/crying spells, and will lend you a close ear if you need someone to vent or rant to. They’ll be sure to remind that whatever happened between you and your father is not your fault at all and that sometimes, bad things just happen to good kids for no reason.

With all their heart, they’ll promise to always be there to protect you and make you feel safe and happy and cared for, no matter what. You’re their child, their baby, and it's only fair that you should be treated with the respect and care you deserve.

The road to healing from traumatic abuse is not linear, but your fatherly F/Os will be there for you, one step at a time as you heal. They love and treasure you, forever and always.

"I don't wanna fucking be here anymore. I DON'T WANNA FUCKING BE HERE ANYMORE."

It's all too much. You're drowning, and you can't even give enough of a damn to swim up for air. "What's there even to like about me anyway? Why the hell do they even stay with me?" You can't stop thinking they'd be better off without you. You can't shake the feeling it might be true. It seems so easy. They'll get over it. It'll be so-

Your trance is broken by a soft voice calling your name. Before you can even think of a lie to tell, your crying gets worse. You want to die. You want to die and you keep screaming that over and over. You wouldn't be suprised if they ran, so why are they still here? Why are they comforting you? Why are they being so sweet? Why are they making their life so much harder for your sake? You know they'd disagree with that, but you can't think of any other way to describe this. You know how bad it hurts them to see you in pain.

You cry yourself to sleep eventually, and they place you into bed. They know they can't change your mind overnight. All they can do is keep a very close eye on you and give you tiny reasons to give tomorrow a chance. They want to stay by your side always, they're just gonna need a little help making sure that happens. For now, they hold you tight so you won't disappear.

imagine cooking with your f/o. you're perched on the kitchen counter, a cookbook open in your lap while they're bustling around chopping vegetables and measuring out spices at your instruction ("oh god, did i say 1/2 cup?? i meant 1/4" "eh, it'll probably be fine"). imagine they give you little tastes from the pot when they stir it, insisting you have to try just a tiny bit because i don't know if i put enough salt in, is that good? does it need more? but really their heart squeezes in their chest every time you give a pleased little mm, perfect and look at them with that proud sparkle in your eyes.

imagine they put on music and the kitchen is filled with the warm, savory scent of food and your f/o's singing as they dance from place to place, checking a timer here, turning a stovetop down there, popping leftover bits from the cutting board into their mouth. you remind them before they can burn whatever's in the oven; they throw a "what would i do without you?" over their shoulder, laughing. it's safe here, a golden bubble of warmth for just the two of you to rest in. they nudge you to put just a little more in your bowl— you had a long day, surely you're hungry? they want their love to be well fed ♡ definitely not because they're itching to watch you eat their cooking and see you sated and happy and half falling asleep on their shoulder, no sir

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...

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.

Alternatively, if you'd prefer your F/O spoils you,

Imagine your F/O bringing you home like...

-Pulling you along by the hand like you're in a Ghibli movie up to their front door...

-Scooping you up and bridal carrying you inside...

-Plopping you down on the S/I Couch TM...

-"Welcome home! You live here now~ Make yourself comfortable~"

-"Here are some complimentary snacks and a weighted heating blanket~"

-"Your room's the 3rd door on the left. Don't worry, you'll actually be sleeping in my bed~"

-"Bathroom's at the end of the hall. I've already run a nice hot bath for you~"

-"While you take your bath, I'll cook you dinner~ Yes, I remember all your favorites~ Just leave it to me tonight~"

-"If you're feeling touch-starved, I'll happily give you a full-body massage after dinner~ Or we can just cuddle on the couch, if you prefer~"

-"Speaking of which, you're looking pretty tired already~ How about you take a little nap before your bath~? You can use my lap as a pillow~"

-"I'll be taking good care of you from now on~ Now let's turn on your heating blanket, and I'll stroke your hair until you get warm and sleepy~"

-"...Also I love you."

Imagine Your F/O

intent on spoiling you to an unreasonable extent after you've had a bad day.

(OR Imagine your S/I intent on spoiling your F/O to said unreasonable extent, but the text wouldn't really change enough to make two versions in this instance and the 'you being spoiled' post was more popular last time.)

(Also sorry I'm really touch starved right now so if you don't like hairplay, somewhat intimate sensory details (although nothing really explicit), or your F/O all over you, this might not be the (very long) imagine you're looking for.)

-"Welcome home, Darling~"

-"I can already tell today was bad, so how about we call 'today' officially over. Let's skip the couch tonight and get you straight into bed~"

-"Once you're safe in my arms, you can listen to me ramble about how I'm going to spend all of tomorrow spoiling you, until 'today' fades out into a warm and pleasant sleep~"

-"Don't worry if it's just for a short nap like last time. I just want your bad day to be over as soon as possible, and an excuse to hold you tightly in your soft, comfy pajamas and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until everything else just melts away~"

-"'Tomorrow' starts as soon as you wake up, and lasts as long as you need it to~ I'm fully prepared to spoil you until you feel better, no matter how long it takes~"

-"Oh I'm not exaggerating in the slightest. No. *strokes your hair* Matter. *strokes your hair* How. *strokes your hair* Long. *scoops you into a bridal carry* It. *wait, since when were you in your pajamas?* Takes~ *deep pressure of their hands on your back pulls you into their chest, as the familiar warmth of your weighted heating blanket makes your eyelids flutter* *strokes your hair*"

-"You think I'll get tired of caring for you? Oh Darling, my devotion is deep as the ocean~ Maybe even deeper, like your eyes~ You know, the ones I'd still be staring into right now, if they weren't getting too heavy to keep open~ *strokes your hair*"

-"You think you're not worth caring for? That's just the Bad Thoughts lying to you again... We'll see if they're still convincing after several days of me spoiling you literally every waking moment~ *strokes your hair*"

-"What about [chronic fatigue, or any other condition or aspect of your physical health that requires long-term care and will never go away]? I already said I'd never get tired of taking care of you, didn't I? That means for life. That includes tomorrow... *strokes your hair* and the tomorrow after that... *strokes your hair* and the tomorrow after that... *strokes your hair*"

-"Not enough spoons? I'll take care of it for you~ *strokes your hair* I'll keep track of any medication you need... *strokes your hair* make sure you stay hydrated... *strokes your hair* run you warm baths to ease your fatigue... *strokes your hair* get you on the spa table and give you slippery soap scrubs that feel like massages... *strokes your hair* wash your hair with your favorite scented lather... *strokes your hair* imagining that last one right now, aren't you~? *strokes your hair* give you actual massages... *strokes your hair*

-"What if you get so comfy you never want to get out of bed? Yeah I'm pretty sure you're well past half-asleep at this point~ *strokes your hair* Well, I'll build you a nice safe pillow fort to live in... *strokes your hair* with fairy lights and couch cushions so you can still nap on the couch even in bed... *strokes your hair* Looks like a new position just opened up for a professional weighted heating blanket tester... *strokes your hair* comes with unlimited hairplay *strokes your hair* *strokes your hair again to reinforce that last point* and nightly cuddle benefits... *strokes your hair* oh look, you're hired already... *strokes your hair* I'll cook all your favorite meals... *strokes your hair* serve them to you in bed... *strokes your hair* bring you [snacks, tea, books, games, etc]... *strokes your hair* carry you to the bathroom so you never technically have to get out of bed, even for that... *strokes your hair* make the bed for you, and change the sheets whenever they get messy while you're soaking in the tub... *strokes your hair* change you into fresh pajamas once you're basically a warm puddle... *strokes your hair* carry you back home to bed... *strokes your hair* then it's back to work... *strokes your hair* that weighted heating blanket isn't going to lull you to sleep by itself... *strokes your hair* you can sleep as long as you like... *strokes your hair* and when you wake up in my arms... *strokes your hair* it'll still be tomorrow... *strokes your hair* and I'll do it... *strokes your hair* All. *strokes your hair* Over. *strokes your hair* Again~ *strokes your hair* I love you. *strokes your hair* Forever... *strokes your hair* and ever... *strokes your hair* and... *strokes your hair*

-"...wait you actually heard all that? 😳 But I literally stroked your hair 45 times... You just wanted to say... you love me too...? 😳Oh. ☺️Oh... 🥰"

-"...and you're out like a light."

-"See you tomorrow~ *strokes your hair a 46th time*"

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

—- + -—

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.

advice: imagine you info dumping to your f/o. do it. imagine them smiling as they listen to you ramble and the questions they'd ask to get you to keep going. imagine them telling you that they love when you go on like this because they just love your passion. even if its something they don't *really* understand or have any stake in. you're just so enthusiastic! how can they not love you when you do that?

TW: suicidal ideation.

—- + -—

“You shouldn’t need to worry,” you had assured them, holding back the cracks in your voice as a remorseful grin splayed across your lips unwillingly, “I… I’m not essential. Even if I did do it, I’m sure you’d be fine. You’d just realise you never needed me after all.”

I’m sorry to say, but the humour only left a bitter taste in your F/O’s mouth— never because of you, but something in their core boils at the thought. A thousand dreams and futures play in their mind, yet they never find a possibility in which they wouldn’t be devastated at what you had referenced. Living a full life with your time together cut so short? Because you had been fighting yourself for so long and they failed to notice?? Because they failed to help and show you how much they love you???

No, just the thought feels wrong.

They wouldn’t stand for it.

This flashes through their mind in a nanosecond. They won’t treat you like you’re made of glass, yet it’s obvious from the way your F/O wraps their arms around you and lets you rest with them as they gaze sadly at their beloved that you’re their most treasured jewel. They won’t be scared off by the breakdowns or vents or numb days; you’ve chosen them out of trillions of others and still loved them so beautifully. How would their thoughts ever linger on leaving you, especially when they have the chance to show how deep their devotion runs?

Your F/O wouldn’t think twice about holding you on the bad days and reminding you of your limits, wouldn’t hesitate to be your pillar of strength when the world tries to slip hatred under your door, would never despise you for seeking help when you need rest after your lifelong fight. You survived for so long, and your rest is long overdue. You never asked for these scars, but your F/O is determined to embrace and care for each and every one of them.

After all, you’re their hero.

We need more of whumpees who are stressed, skittish and sleep-deprived and caretakers who know just the Secret Weapon to help them relax. They’ll be subtle about it, though, i.e. making idle conversation while casually carding a hand through Whumpee’s hair until A) Whumpee’s practically purring under their touch or B) They’re still trying to protest in little grumpy mumbles as they doze off. 

Bonus points if Whumpee later asks them how they knew something like that would put them to sleep and Caretaker plays dumb. “Oh, does it? I never noticed!”

TW: past abuse. trauma theme.

—- + -—

Whatever happened in the past, it robbed you of something. Choices were so fickle, people were so hard to please, and it took a great toll on you blindly walking on eggshells everyday.

You should’ve seen the look in your F/O’s eyes when they learnt of this. It wasn’t a crazy or disgusted look, never. It was just… hollow and lost. A labyrinth of feelings spearing through them: rage at the person(s) who did this, painful vulnerability that they weren’t there to shield their beloved, utter confusion at why anybody would even dare to think such things of you— much less act them out… and determination. The determination to show you that you can and have proved your abuser wrong.

Your F/O is there to commemorate the good days. They’ll greet each beautiful morning and send off each graceful night with your stunning smile in mind. Even when the moment comes that you doubt your past, they make sure to come close — whether literally or figuratively — and list off all of the amazing things you were able to do despite the pain brought by people who were supposed to cherish you (even if you think the only remarkable thing you did was getting out of bed for two seconds.) The past tried to destroy you, and you endured even when it seemed hopeless. It’s okay to rest now, your F/O loves each and every “broken” part of you.

Your F/O is there to remind you you’re not alone when the world has chosen you to play Atlas. No matter how much you could try to convince them otherwise, they’ll always reply with a gentle (yet pointed) look, because “Even if this is you being a burden, I’d still carry something ten times heavier just to spend a few moments with you.” They’ll encourage you to allow yourself soft moments… coax you to let down your walls around them— as far as you’re comfortable, of course… happily give you small reasons to greet each day alongside them… ease in each and every awe-inspiring thing about you so you can at least see a fraction of yourself the way they see you…

Your F/O is simply, endlessly, lovingly there.

Okay not one of my official imagines but I can’t get over the thought of your F/O gently laying their fingertips under a mug to help you drink.

Oh, wait… context…

So, if you’re a person who trembles (for me it’s anxiety and Life that causes it, but just for any reason), then imagine your F/O noticing. They don’t act patronizing, but they can see the frustration building between your brows when the cup you’re trying to drink from looks like it’s containing a tsunami, the shaking walls of the cup clashing against your teeth as you try to take sips.

Imagine them silently sitting/laying next to you, perhaps as you’re fighting raging tears that make you shy away from them. Imagine the soft touch of your F/O’s fingers just barely grazing over your hand and grounding you, bearing the cup’s weight so you can drink in peace and take a breather (like you deserve). It’s not seen as a grand gesture, just a wordless exchange where they saw you struggling and wanted to make life that much easier for you.

Imagine your parental f/o(s) singing Graham’s Lullaby (King’s Quest) to you…

Imagine your F/O… but imagine them flawless.

Their dorky rambles you can’t help but pay close attention to, even if you have no idea what they’re about? Nope. The smirk you love so much, perhaps that chuckle of theirs? Forget it. All of those little “imperfections”: their tragic past, their cockiness, their flawed looks? None of that.

Except… It feels wrong now. This isn’t your F/O; this is a mundane, stereotypical, so-horribly-wrong shell.

You didn’t fall in love with a perfect being because your F/O is perfect to you. It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? To feel such a dedicated, yearning, unrelenting love for someone with their flaws, not despite them. Even if they can’t see it in themselves, you’d never dream of them being a regret or a mistake. Your F/O is just so imperfectly them.

… So why would your F/O ever wish for a “flawless” you?

Yes, all that was said about them in the paragraphs above applies to you. No matter how hard it may be to believe it, your F/O wants you with all your “burdens”. They want you through breakdowns and panic attacks, through triggers and relapses. They want to be your comfort, your light in the darkness, your strength.

They’re just so happy they get the honor of being with their beloved, someone who is so imperfectly you.

A muttered curse interrupts you and your F/O’s conversation. Where soft words were once flowing so lightly in the morning kitchen light, a tense silence now stood.

“…F/O?”

Your beloved rushes to the nearest sink, dipping their hand under the rushing tap water. “That knife— Love, could you get me a band-aid?”

Your heartbeat quickens, yet you retrieve the nearest first-aid your F/O might need, soft words whispered as your body presses up against theirs. Think about how vulnerable they allow themself to be with you, eyes shying away from their cut. So relaxed and loving, they wholly trust in you to take care of them. Despite the blood or equivalent that might be coming from the cut, you gingerly cover it with the utmost care— so focused, you probably missed that soft gaze and appreciative blush your F/O is helpless to hide.

“And… boom. Disaster averted.” You give their ‘wound’ one last look until you send a reassuring smile your beloved’s way.

“Thank you, love.” Maybe the words were barely audible in their stoic silence as they attempted to rip their flustered gaze away from you, or they had a grin of their own just by being so tenderly cared for by none other than their favorite person. “Now I have to figure out how to cut those—”

Your soft hold on their wrist stops them from turning away. “Wait! You forgot the last step.”

“What?” they reply, a clueless gaze directed at their own finger.

“This…” You clasp your F/O’s hurt hand oh-so gingerly, yet your velvet-like touch against their skin leaves electricity dancing up and down their arm. You leave a feather-soft kiss against their band-aid, then pressing your lips to their knuckles, too. Your F/O — no matter how stoic or flirty they normally might be — freezes in a heartstring-pulling stupor, having to perform a full reboot (whether literally or figuratively) before they can even think of stuttering out a response. All they can see is you, the love of their life, and there’s nothing they’d rather be graced with.

They’d ask how someone like them ended up with an ethereal being like you, but they don’t want to tempt the fates. Your F/O would much rather spend their time basking in your presence, endlessly thankful for being able to exist alongside you.

You’re tired.

Worn out, yes… but also tired of coming to your F/O broken, getting comforted — if either by soothing words or their gentle touches — and coming back to them the next day, re-broken with the same problem like a machine in disrepair.

Why would your F/O stick around to watch the same train wreck? To watch their patience and love be wasted every time you are sent off to meet the thing or person that searches to tear you down? What opportunity do they see in trying to weather away a cruelty that is already done and will be done again and again?

Why are they here?

However, dear reader, it’s a different matter to your F/O. To put it simply, they care for you deeply. Light fills every crack and crevice in them where darkness once took root just when they see your eyes shine in that unique way when you're whisked too far away into your passion to notice them being so drunk on their love. When the tide of despair rises, you won’t be deserted. Even when you’ll inevitably wake up, eyes rimmed with loss of sleep and regret… your F/O will still be beside you to whisk away your doubts, like you’ve done for them so many times.

You’re not hard work that’s ruined or hours of someone else’s day being wasted. You’re already a masterpiece in your F/O’s eyes, and if they have to assure you everyday for the next eternity just to see how bright your colors truly are— to flip off the world’s cruelty and make you forget your troubles, they gladly would. You’re not a chore to them, you’re their beloved, their treasure.

Your F/O would kiss away every wound and curse the world for not treating you kindly. No matter how many times your faith in the world shakes, they’ll always stand beside you during the tremors and hold your hand.

Your F/O would take a “No” from you and promptly back off the second that word falls from your lips.

Your F/O would make sure to check with you and ask for your consent before even trying to speak on your behalf.

Your F/O would listen, not speak over you or trample over your words to get to their own point.

Your F/O would never try to weasel out a different response from you or wear you down until you buckle at their every whim.

After all, you are the one they adore.

They don’t want to mold you into the neighbour down the street, the flawless person you wish you could be, nor the character you think they should pick over you. Nothing — no amount of “merciful” lies, acts, or people-pleasing — will ever be as magnificent in their eyes as you simply existing. Even if you can’t see it, their love-stricken words and/or yearning gaze are only for you.

And when your “home” finally grows tired of slipping hatred under your door? Your F/O will rest beside you. Perhaps the others in your life have done the exact opposite of the four statements I made at the start, but your beloved wants you to know that they would silence the whole world just to make your voice heard.

Imagine your F/O gently yet sternly telling you that “Whatever you want” can’t always be your answer. While it might’ve been pleasing for others to hear, they’ll try their hardest to coax solid “Yes” or “No” answers from you, to get to know you as you are and never as what the others wanted you to be. You might not completely know yourself, but your F/O would never hesitate to look for your true colors beside you.

They want to familiarise themself with every thought and feeling that you are willing to share with them. Your F/O is simply honored that you want to sail the seven seas of your self-discovery with them. And when the fates inevitably send a storm your way? They’ll always be your anchor, your place to rest.

… Maybe the true home you were searching for is much closer than you previously thought.

Imagine your f/o flopping their head into your lap and letting you pet their hair when they’re stressed out or just needing affection