Sending So, So Much Love Out There For Self-shippers With Strained Relationships With Their Fathers This

Sending so, so much love out there for self-shippers with strained relationships with their fathers this Father’s Day. It’s an incredibly hard thing when someone whose job is to nurture and help you grow ends up hurting you, may it be verbally, emotionally, or even physically at times.

If you have fatherly familial F/Os, know that they are there for you and they always will be. They’ll be there for any messy panic attacks/flashbacks/crying spells, and will lend you a close ear if you need someone to vent or rant to. They’ll be sure to remind that whatever happened between you and your father is not your fault at all and that sometimes, bad things just happen to good kids for no reason.

With all their heart, they’ll promise to always be there to protect you and make you feel safe and happy and cared for, no matter what. You’re their child, their baby, and it's only fair that you should be treated with the respect and care you deserve.

The road to healing from traumatic abuse is not linear, but your fatherly F/Os will be there for you, one step at a time as you heal. They love and treasure you, forever and always.

Villain f/os...so so good...they take over the world for you then kiss kiss you goodnight. Tell them somebody hurt you and theyll immediately comfort you and then chase whoever hurt you. Have them be a strong leader or one of the most feared, who kisses you at night and wont let you go while sleeping because clingy and protective...villain f/o's...

TW: suicidal ideation.

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“You shouldn’t need to worry,” you had assured them, holding back the cracks in your voice as a remorseful grin splayed across your lips unwillingly, “I… I’m not essential. Even if I did do it, I’m sure you’d be fine. You’d just realise you never needed me after all.”

I’m sorry to say, but the humour only left a bitter taste in your F/O’s mouth— never because of you, but something in their core boils at the thought. A thousand dreams and futures play in their mind, yet they never find a possibility in which they wouldn’t be devastated at what you had referenced. Living a full life with your time together cut so short? Because you had been fighting yourself for so long and they failed to notice?? Because they failed to help and show you how much they love you???

No, just the thought feels wrong.

They wouldn’t stand for it.

This flashes through their mind in a nanosecond. They won’t treat you like you’re made of glass, yet it’s obvious from the way your F/O wraps their arms around you and lets you rest with them as they gaze sadly at their beloved that you’re their most treasured jewel. They won’t be scared off by the breakdowns or vents or numb days; you’ve chosen them out of trillions of others and still loved them so beautifully. How would their thoughts ever linger on leaving you, especially when they have the chance to show how deep their devotion runs?

Your F/O wouldn’t think twice about holding you on the bad days and reminding you of your limits, wouldn’t hesitate to be your pillar of strength when the world tries to slip hatred under your door, would never despise you for seeking help when you need rest after your lifelong fight. You survived for so long, and your rest is long overdue. You never asked for these scars, but your F/O is determined to embrace and care for each and every one of them.

After all, you’re their hero.

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.”

It’s so late, you can’t sleep for anything. Your insomnia and anxiety nagging at you, keeping you from your slumber.

Your f/o eventually finds you awake, concerned at how late in the night it is. They drag you to bed, mumbling something about taking care of yourself. They lay down with you, turning out the light and pulling you close, your head falling on their chest. They stroke your hair in hopes of calming you enough to feel tired, sneaking the covers over the both of you.

“Sleep, love, you deserve the rest” They hum, reassuring you that it’s okay, resting their hand on the back of your neck as you finally doze off.

imagine your f/o letting you cry into their shirt, their arms strong and safe around you as they gently brush hair from your face and whisper soft little shh, shh, it's okay. i got yous ♡ imagine them soothingly rubbing your back and cradling you against them for as long as you need