f/o glances over your shoulder to see what's seemingly making you so upset on your phone. you're scrolling through some posts/photos of them, seeing people talk all kinds of things about them. sexualizing them, saying f/o is their husband/wife/spouse, and just generally treating f/o like they're a fun little toy rather than their own person.
to your surprise and almost dismay, f/o just laughs. you turn to look at them, frowning, upset. "it's not funny.." you mumble, setting your phone down.
f/o sighs and moves to sit by you, cupping your face in their hands. "y/n, im yours. im yours and I always will be. I know it sucks seeing other people treat me like.. that. but they're never going to know me. not the way you do. you love me in such a special way, nobody can match that." they smile softly at you. "I love /you/. and only you. nobody else, okay?" they lean in to kiss your forehead. "try not to stress too much. you've got me right here with you, in a way they never will.."
you can't help sighing in relief. f/o loves you in a way they'll never love anyone else. you're just thankful they're so good at handling your overthinking.




















