#cheezy imagines

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F/O helping to reinforce your boundaries when family members feel like they can steamroll over them.

F/O making a point of standing behind you while you reiterate the boundaries.

F/O standing beside you when things start to get heated and you are losing your temper because of the disrespect.

F/O firmly putting a stop to any form of guilt tripping. F/O helping you avoid persistent and intrusive attempts of family meeting you. F/O stepping forward to shield you when you can't deal with the bullshit anymore.

F/O being there to make sure your "family" gets it through their skulls to leave you be.

F/O making it known that unless you want to meet, talk or interact in any way, they will not give those people even a crumb of information on how to reach you.

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Imagine combing your f/os hair. They way they relax and nearly sink against you as you tend to them.

Imagine their eyes when you finish, the somewhat sheepish look soon accompanied by their spoken request;

"Could you keep doing it for just a while longer?"

They rarely, if ever, had anyone handle their hair with such care and they want to enjoy it for as long as possible

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Your F/O sees you are struggling, that something is weighing you down.

They approach you while you're busying yourself with chores - none are fully finished before you move on to the next. The suds from barely scrubbed dishes soak into the clothes you fold into piles, but don't put away after, your bed full of neat sections that will be shoved to the side when evening comes. The books you've been "reading" are surrounded by tiny papers, crumpled up receipts and post-it-notes, that are to be thrown into the trash. There's trash mail and random things that you started sorting, only to move away from it before you could make real progress.

Beginnings, beginnings, but nothing truly finished.

They stand to the side, waiting for you to notice them. It seems like you won't, so lost in whatever thoughts and worries occupy your mind.

They clear their throat. You look at them, and they smile softly.

"Hello."

You return the greeting, but the words come out shaky. They notice there's a red tinge to your eyes.

"Are you alright?"

You swallow, the smile on your face losing the battle of staying in place. You can feel your eyes tearing up, the pain in your chest coiling tighter. "I'm... I'm fine."

Your voice cracked when you said it. The tears are threatening to fall, your hands shake where you stand. You can't look them in the eyes. You can't lie when they're looking at you like that. Like there's something breaking inside of them, when they see you like this.

F/O knows stating the obvious won't bring them any closer to learning what troubles you. So they settle for opening their arms, a silent invite for closeness if you need it.

Tears are rolling down your face before you stumble into their embrace. You hide your face, lips pressed tightly together to stop the cries trying to claw their way from your throat. Even this attempt is futile as F/Os arms hold you tight, and you start to sob. Shaking in their embrace, you cry your heart out, every painful thought and worry dragged out from deep within you. Even if you wanted to stop, you can't, and so you cling to them, wracked with emotions that expose what a wreck you are.

Whatever the cause, your F/O will be there so you can cry until you have no more tears left. They'll stay with you for as long as you need.

"I've got you." they say, and you weep.

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Imagine f/o seeing you tipsy for the first time ever, but they don't know you have a crush on them.

So when they join you for a glass, they try to brush off the way you're looking at them and leaning against them as the effects of whatever it is you're drinking. And when they try to make sure you get home safe, the way you look at them surely can't be one of longing. They are imagining it, their own crush is making them see nore than there is.

"I want to kiss you." you say, pressing closer. "I'm dreaming again, so I can kiss you now."

"You've had to much to drink," F/O swallows, swaying as they steady both of you. 'If anyone is dreaming, it must be me.' they think.

Your hand reaches for their cheek, thumb stroking along their cheekbone. They lean into the touch, and the smile on your face widens. You move your hand to hold their chin, and angle their face towards yours.

F/O's lips are almost brushing against yours and it's taking everything in their power to not close the distance. 'It wouldn't be right.' they think, wondering if they should push away.

You don't let that happen, pressing the softest kiss against their lips. And only after you nearly throw yourself against them for more, do they stop you, red faced and sputtering.

"Later," they say at your hurt look, "I promise. Later, after you've got some sleep."

What that later entails, will depend on how much you remember of what just happened. And if F/O can bring themself to ask, risking shattering their hope that you feel the same as they do about you.

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Imagine your f/o making you some coffee, on a night when sleeping is hard.

The smell of it calls to your tired mind, and by the time you realize that it's well past midnigh and that the only person who could be making it should be asleep by now, there's a small cup placed in front of you.

F/O sits down, a cup of their own in their hands.

"The bed was cold." they answer before you can ask what are they doing awake. They take a careful sip, and after a moment add, "I'd rather be with you for a little while."

Your small smile and a tired thank you bring a faint blush to their cheeks. The coffee isn't insanely strong, but it is by no means weak or mild. F/O knows how to brew it just right.

"Will you be able to go back to sleep?" you ask. They shrug, "Maybe. Will you?"

With the big yawns that are making your eyes water, you just might actually get some shut eye after all. That's the funny thing about coffee and you - half the time it wakes you up, and the other half it makes it easier to fall asleep.

"The fifty fifty chance of today seems to be a yes," F/O remarks, sliding a glass of water towards you. Once you're done, they take your hand and steer you towards the bedroom. "Go lay down, I'll be back soon."

You can hear the earliest of birds begin their chirping, your head resting on the pillow. Your mind is in that wonderful middle between sharp and calm. Where you could think if you focused and make sense of your thoughts, but you don't need to. Or feel like it either. You feel relaxed and peaceful, another yawn bringing the elusive slumber ever closer.

You can feel the bed dip as your F/O climbs in presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Sweet dreams."

And you are out like a light.

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Imagine coaxing your stubborn f/o to bed. They clearly have a cold, but keep insisting that it's nothing, and that you're worried over nothing.

Imagine handing them a tissue and steadying them on their feet when they get dizzy. And imagine their relieved sigh once they actually lay down.

They didn't even realize just how cold they were until you tuck them under the blanket, and lay next to them after getting an additional blanket for good measure. Their eyes grow so heavy as you stroke their hair, and despite still being frustrated over being Forced-To-Rest, they drift to sleep not long after, softly snoring while you cuddle them.

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Imagine your f/o reading poems to you.

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F/O laying a hand over your tired eyes, a gentle reminder that you should go and sleep. Whatever it is that is keeping you up, can wait for a few hours.