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f/o who rolls their eyes listening to you whine about your sudden fast food craving at 11pm and just scoops u up plops u in their car and drives u there no questions asked while letting you play whatever music you want on the radio 🤭💖

thinking about evil f/o who blows up anyone who misgenders u then treats u to ice cream 🫶

Anyways most of my F/Os may be horrible murderous bastards but they would respect my disabilities and accommodate/help me when I ask because I say so :) They would also kill anyone who gives me shit for my disabilities, again because I say so :)

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.”

Okay not one of my official imagines but I can’t get over the thought of your F/O gently laying their fingertips under a mug to help you drink.

Oh, wait… context…

So, if you’re a person who trembles (for me it’s anxiety and Life that causes it, but just for any reason), then imagine your F/O noticing. They don’t act patronizing, but they can see the frustration building between your brows when the cup you’re trying to drink from looks like it’s containing a tsunami, the shaking walls of the cup clashing against your teeth as you try to take sips.

Imagine them silently sitting/laying next to you, perhaps as you’re fighting raging tears that make you shy away from them. Imagine the soft touch of your F/O’s fingers just barely grazing over your hand and grounding you, bearing the cup’s weight so you can drink in peace and take a breather (like you deserve). It’s not seen as a grand gesture, just a wordless exchange where they saw you struggling and wanted to make life that much easier for you.

Your feelings had always been kept under lock and key. Maybe you and your F/O bonded over this shared habit, or perhaps they see a paradox of the person they love paired with this trait — having your emotions bottled so tightly isn’t healthy! They want to know and adore all of you, why don’t you simply let them? Nonetheless, you were the strong one.

So why did you feel so weak?

It was a small incident, really. Maybe the food you were eating went cold or a particularly annoying noise was grating against your ears; your F/O can’t help but notice the way your own walls crumble down before you, hands shaking, tears threatening to spill, perhaps a wayward fist slamming down on the nearest surface as the insufferable emotions simmer under your skin.

Soon enough, your F/O’s presence is wrapping around you, baffled yet filled with zeal, an eager resolve to chase away this eclipse and see the stunning joy on your face.

They coax you from your work and do their best to fix what had been broken/get somewhere away from the stressor (yes, even if they were perfectly content prior to this. They don’t wish to return there — how could they ever enjoy themselves knowing their beloved is in pain?) They listen to any teary rant you might have, no matter how incoherent or simple it might be. If you want, your F/O will sit beside you, breathing in sync as you lay in the dark, silent room where both of you can simply exist. Your beloved hugs you close the moment you wish it, murmuring soft words and stories into your ear so that the beast that tormented you might go back to sleep.

You don’t have to be strong all the time, not when you’re with them. And when the time comes your strength is needed? Your F/O will be right beside you to carry the load.

If you struggle with nightmares, your f/o is always right beside you when you jolt awake. They'll hold you tightly, rub your back, and shush you, assuring you they're right here and you're safe from anything scary your mind conjures up.

An Imagine for Selfshippers with Anxiety 💝

Imagine your F/O catching on when your anxiety is just starting to act up on you.

You find yourself lost in thought, and they notice it. They grasp your hand gently, or even wrap their arms around you unexpectedly, and just hold onto you, trying to make sure you know that they're here. They're here and no matter what, it's going to be okay.

hmm

if I post my self-insert fics (probably as “x readers” cuz those are my life support) would anyone be at all interested in those?

sometimes when things are really hard, words aren’t helpful. your f/o would just sit/lie with you for as long as you need and comfort you, whether that’s holding your or stroking your hair or just existing in the same room. they just want to do whatever they can to make you feel even a little better

to my fellow selfshippers who are hypersexual:

your f/o is not mad at you. whether you're hypersexual because of a disorder, or trauma, or any other reason, your f/o is not and will never hate you for it.

they'd always do their best to help and comfort you, to keep you grounded when you're struggling. they know you so well and want to take care of you in any way they can.

they want to listen to you talk without taboo about how youre feeling and would never judge you for your libido.

your fictional significant other always feels conflicted..

sometimes they want to lock you away in a tower somewhere so that you’ll always be safe and protected from the world

and other times they want the whole world to see you, to know you and your greatness—and know that all that greatness belongs to them

breathe

TW- contains sensitive topic like panic attack, if you feel uncomfortable while reading feel free to not read and check out my other posts <3

It must suck doesn’t it, when everything in your life is against you and your on the verge of giving up in life.

Tears streamed down my tear stained cheeks, eyes and nose puffy. I was seated on the bathroom tiles with my knees close to my chest. It got difficult to breathe every passing second. My hands trembled as I went to grab the phone lying next to me. The screen lit up and my fingers moved fast along the screen searching for his contact name. 

“Hello” I heard his voice from the other side of the call after few rings. “L-Liam I-I-I can’t breathe properly” my voice shaky as I started stuttering followed by heavy breaths and hiccups. “I’m coming home right now love. Be on the call with me ok. Now just as we practiced last time- inhale.” My hands were shaking, legs fidgeting but I listened to Liam and held my breath. He heard me inhale as he was walking to his car, I suppose. “Good; now exhale.” I heard his engine start as I breathed out. His soothing voice filled my ears as it calmed me down slowly. 

“Now love can you repeat doing that for me? Focus on the little gaps between your heavy breaths it’ll help in reducing your hiccups and difficulty in breathing and don’t forget to close your eyes while doing that, ok.” “Ok” I replied to him focused on my breathing as he told me to do while closing my eyes. The sound of engine stopped and I heard the car door being shut. Liam was still on the call hearing my breathing, making sure I did the breathing exercise correctly and praised me for every breath I inhaled. 

I heard the front door open and soon did the bathroom door. Opening my eyes and looking up I met with his brown orbs. In no time I was picked up with his hands carrying me and supporting my legs and back as I cling on to him like a panda clinging on a zookeeper’s leg. My arms wrapped around his neck with puffy eyes and crying silently on his chest.

“You did so good sweetheart on controlling your panic attack while I wasn’t there with you” he said walking towards the bed. His scent filled my nostrils. He smelled like pumpkin and late autumn. He put me on the bed. “Did you drink water?” Liam asked and I turned my head indicating a ‘no’, with puffy eyes and red nose. He got me a glass of water. His eyes filled with love stared at my figure gulping water. Patting my back and keeping the glass on the nightstand he brought up the blankets on top of us and cuddling and telling me that I was safe now.

take care

“You okay?” I heard the concerned voice across the bedroom as I lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling. “I guess” I say shifting my eyes from the ceiling towards the concerned eyes of the figure sitting on the gaming chair. 

He had stopped playing the game. He motions his hands forward and pats his lap. I follow what he says and sit on his lap facing him and hugging by the crook of his neck. I nuzzle my face on his neck as he hugs and pats my back. “Rough day? he asked continuing his game, “mhmm” I answer closing my eyes, letting his scent fill my nostrils. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” he asked one hand rubbing my back and the other on the keyboard pressing buttons. I tell Noah everything that had happened during these past days. I felt better after telling him. “Damn, didn’t know I was in love with wonder woman. It must be hard for you, did you even think about yourself ?”

I replied him while nodding my head as a no. My eyelids were becoming heavy. “ well it’s now your time to get plenty amount of rest; since you’ll be here for some days I’ll take care of you and make sure you eat properly” he says while picking me up from the chair and walking towards the bed. “I’m not sick for you to take care of me” I replied as my voice became sleepy. “well you can’t argue with me love”. I felt the soft mattress touch my back and my body shifted into a comfortable position on the bed as he put the covers on top off me, joining me in bed. I shifted my body towards him. We both cuddled and fell asleep while listening to each others heart beat and breathings. 

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors <3

Shoutout to all my fellow selfshippers who were never chosen.

Shoutout to the people who were never explicitly invited, but who were told "of course you can come too". To the people whose presence was tolerated, but nobody ever seemed excited to see them. To the people who got talked over. Even when nobody noticed you leaving, you're worthy of love.

Shoutout to the "can I have your hot friend's number?" people, who only were present to make their good looking friend look even more appealing. Shoutout to the third wheels and wingmans. To the people who got the "kiss them! - ewww" treatment at Truth or Dare. To the people who got asked out as a joke.

Shoutout to the selfshippers who help with relationship issues despite craving a relationship themselves. Shoutout to the forever singles who have "resorted" to selfshipping because you convinced yourself that nobody would want you in real life. Shoutout to the insecure, jealous people with abandonment issues because you can't imagine anyone choosing you.

Your F/O chooses you. And they will continue to choose you.

They don't need a reason why. They love you. They love you for who you are, and they always will.