Pray this time my heart will shine on through

Imagine your f/o reaching over, gently placing a flower in your hair, tucking it into the pocket of your shirt, or simply handing it to you.

Going to pride with your f/o! What flag(s) are you wearing?

seeing f/o with blood smeared across their face.. panting.. sword in hand.. hair disheveled..

you and f/o going out on a rainy day.. you both splash in puddles, catch frogs, and they pretend to eat a worm. you trick f/o into going under a tree branch and shake out all the water onto them

Imagine your fictional love, who’s sitting, pulling you over to them and wrapping their arms around you just to bury their face into your tummy with a happy sigh, seeking comfort and peace in total envelopment in you. Maybe pet their head, hold them close, or let that sweet laugh of yours ring out and tell them how much you love them…

Your F/O loves YOU, not the watered-down, digestable version of you, not your mask whether you're aware of unaware of wearing it, they love YOU

imagine your f/o handling a threatening situation with terrifying efficiency and then asking you, a little too eagerly, if you saw that

(me, experiencing the horrors): my f/o would never treat me this way