She couldnt handle bisexual wackjob

Your f/o tries to share their blanket with you. There is not enough blanket. They refuse to acknowledge this. You are both cozy. Somehow.

Your f/o kissing the back of your hand and caressing your cheek

best trope: "ugh I guess I'll tolerate you for the time being, but this is a conditional, tactical alliance, and the second I get what I want, we're parting ways" to "you are the only good in the world and I will protect you to my dying breath"

Imagine your f/o wanting to make the room cozy for you, but when you enter, they are all tangled up in fairy lights.

Your f/o trips over absolutely nothing and immediately looks around to see if you saw. You saw. They point at you. Don't.

Imagine F/O rubbing your tummy. Imagine them pinching and grabbing at the fat on your tummy. Imagine them kissing your tummy. Imagine them resting their head on your tummy and murmuring about what they're hearing in there. Imagine F/O and your tummy.

Your f/o being so excited to introduce you to people! They love being seen with you and showing you off!

rare selfshippers i love you. like i've never heard of that guy a day in my fucking life but you're so right pookie he seems perfect for you

crying used to feel good