Imagine Your Romantic F/o - Tumblr Posts
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 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
Sometimes, the brain gets ugly. Thoughts were never a pretty thing to begin with, coming unannounced. So, I offer this just-as-pretty reminder.
Your F/O misses you when you’re gone, in all senses of the word.
With you, your F/O doesn’t only feel safe, they are safe. When they rest in your arms, all they feel is safety and warmth wrapped around them like the softest of blankets simply because they're listening to, being with, breathing in you. Your words bring nothing but joy to your F/O’s mind, brain humming with fulfillment when you grace them with everything from your mundane tasks to the unexpected highs and lows. You won’t break or taint your F/O, especially not when you define what an angel is to them. The day might drag on behind them, their thoughts might be like lead weights, but how could they ever drag their feet when they know you are the one at the finish line?
Without you, their world would be flavorless. Everything looks dark to your F/O when your smile isn’t there to shine a light on their days, when your comments aren’t there to wrestle a chuckle out of the dreariest nights. No matter if their descent into love started the moment they laid their eyes on you, or if it was slow and lulling, they wish only to stay with you. Why would they want anything else from this life when you teach them what it feels to love so hopelessly, so endlessly every day?
Even if your F/O had all the wishes in the world, they would never even think of using one of them to wish you away.
I can see Iwa doing this. Those big beefy muscles of his <3
❥ Imagine after spending some time at the beach together, your f/o helps you wash off the sand from your feet like this:
(Pro/Comshippers fuck off! This post ain’t for you!)