#imagine your f/c

[kissgoodknight]

the support for self shippers with f/os that have canon love interests is fantastic, but this one is for people with f/os who sleep around a lot in canon. your f/o choosing to be with you and be loyal only to you isn't "out of character." it's completely within reason and easy to believe when you consider how they feel about you. maybe sleeping around or dating/flirting with a lot of people was what they wanted in the past, but they have you. they choose you and will continue to do so. any version of your f/o where they end up in bed with someone different every night? that's just because they haven't met you. when they do, you change their mindset and their world. you're everything to them and nothing can change that!!!

[connieslovers]

Autistic self shippers and Shifters | imagine your f/o

imagine your f/o talking to you about your special interests.

imagine your f/o talking to you about your special interests. you talk and rant to them about your special interest.

they sit and listen while you rant excitedly while stimming.

you start making vocal noises as well as jumping and flapping your hands or *insert favorite stim here*.

they watch you with absolute adoration in their eyes. they love you so much.

they may have no idea what you’re talking about but they’re so happy to see you like this.

they even will do research on your special interests so they can talk about it with you.

they love when you rant your special interests. they love listening to you and seeing your joy

[magicdonuts-supreme]

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.

[pencil-ing]

imagine your f/o accompanying you to get a piercing.

♡ | as you wait your nerves twinge, anxious about the process. anyone would be. your f/o senses the up in your ante, turning to face you more directly in their seat. their hand finds your shoulders, giving you a gently affirming squeeze. "it's gonna look great on you. it'll be so worth it." they assure you, their eyes are clear of any doubt about their statement. when you're finally seated and the placement for the jewelry is marked, your f/o eagerly cranes their neck to see. your f/o holds your hand through the actual process. they don't mind if you squeeze, even if it's a little roughly. when everything is placed and finished your f/o looks it over with approval glittering in their gaze. "it looks so good, y/n. you were made to have that piercing." they gush. the whole ride home they admire how much the piercing compliments you and how brave you were throughout. doubly so if they themselves aren't modified.

prøship/cømship/ant!-ant! dni.

[leviiackrman]

JORDAN PARKER + JOSH WASHINGTON - "let go of the illusion that it could have been any different"

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[but-thats-its-own-love-story]

Imagine Your (Assertive) F/O

Helping Another (Touch-starved, Stoic) F/O

cuddle you to sleep in an F/O sandwich...

After a long day,

and a long shower to match,

you find not just [Assertive F/O] who you were expecting,

but also [Stoic F/O],

both just wearing oversized t-shirts...

"Sorry I know it's my turn to be big spoon,"

[Assertive F/O] starts,

"but this one here is touch-starved again...

I found them soaking in the bath,

half-delirious from the heat,

mumbling your name over and over..."

[Stoic F/O],

visibly flushed,

still hasn't taken their eyes off the floor...

"If I don't let them hold you,

they're probably just gonna spend all night staring out the window,

so I'm gonna do you both a favor..."

[Assertive F/O] takes your whole hand in theirs,

making your heart skip a beat,

and pulls you on top of them on the bed...

"Just focus on me,

okay?

Get lost in my eyes,

and take a nice little break from your thoughts~

Let me distract you for a bit so [Stoic F/O] can get comfy without getting too self-conscious about it,

and as a reward I'll give you a goodnight kiss so deep you won't know what hit you~"

Well that certainly got your attention...

Not that you need an excuse to get lost in [Assertive F/O]'s eyes,

but the way they're staring back at you pulls you right into the trance they want you in,

and all you can think about is how pretty their eyes are...

how soft they feel underneath you...

how good their hair smells...

how sweet their kiss will tas-

you're violently pulled from your reverie by the forceful clutch of [Stoic F/O]'s desperate embrace...

"Welcome back~"

[Assertive F/O] sings in your ear,

the confidence in their voice betrayed by the flustered mess their face has become from how deeply you were just staring at them...

Before you can fully process the effect you've had on them,

they lift the thigh you're currently straddling,

pressing you back firmly against [Stoic F/O],

who promptly grips you tighter in return,

the resulting flood of comfort sweeping away any lingering thoughts...

"See? That wasn't so bad now was it~?"

[Assertive F/O] chimes over your shoulder...

"Thank you..."

[Stoic F/O]'s husky tired voice makes your whole body shiver...

"If you still can't sleep,

try giving them a few neck kisses...

The scent of their hair always puts me right out~

Speaking of which..."

[Assertive F/O] turns back to you,

their eyes smoldering...

"Time for you to sleep too~

Take a deep breath,

you're going to need it~"

You barely have time to breathe before [Assertive F/O] takes your breath away...

Just like they promised,

you don't know what hit you...

Somewhere in the haze of drowning in their taste,

you feel [Stoic F/O]'s own lips hesitantly brush the back your your neck,

your eyes roll back,

and you don't remember any more after that~

[andy-clutterbuck]

5x12 | Remember

[hanzajesthanza]

"is it a bad time for advice?" "as a matter of fact, it is. it'd be nice if you'd leave me to my thoughts. and apologize for disturbing me." "i apologize. the private conversations with the self are, after all, invaluable and sacred. but i would still like to present you with some humble advice: you're quickly approaching hypothermia."

angoulême model by @witcherscreenshotsdump 💖

[ufolvr]

This but applicable to my other self inserts in this situation

Mainly bc I'm thinking of pairing up Oleana and Venox rn. I dont think Allister would like her much

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

There's a restaurant called Merry&Pippin in the town I'm in right now, I SO hope I get to eat there tomorrow!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly lmao 2024 lambda literary award finalist wynnstannery

[wovenstarlight]

hey remember what i said about thinking of a new and interesting way to ruin yoojin's life. au of the secret haunting au. i love ghosts i love talking about ghosts but i especially love when they're real

*

Han Yoohyun dies.

And then Han Yoohyun wakes up.

To screaming, to strangers' hands stretching out, to his brother with tears staining his cheeks and a glowing red stone in his palm--

Han Yoohyun wakes up, and he's in one of Haeyeon's reception rooms, his brother in front of him. "Hyung-?" he starts, already reaching out, eyes scanning him--no blood, no scars, no awkward stance to keep the weight off his bad leg--

There's a hand on his shoulder. He whips around, slapping the hand off--

It's Song Taewon.

Song Taewon is dead.

"You're dead too," Chief Song says, like he knows what Yoohyun's thinking. His voice is steady and firm, like he's giving a mission briefing. Not looking for a fight. Yoohyun grits his teeth and doesn't let himself relax. "We're ghosts, or something like it. It's a side effect of your brother's skills, as far as we can tell."

(The dragon's claws, ripping through him like scissors through paper. He can't remember the last time he felt that sort of pain, but he can remember thinking worth it.)

Yoohyun turns and stares at his brother. He looks--healthy, thank god, but he also looks... strangely young. "What's..." He frowns, glancing around. He knows this room. Didn't they replace these sofas? "How are we here?"

"A wishing item." Chief Song steps up beside him; out of the corner of his eye, he can see him studying hyung with a frown on his face. "He asked to go five years back in time with his memories."

A do-over? Hope swells inside Yoohyun, only to die just as fast, because-- "Hyung," he says again, loudly. Too loud.

His brother looks straight through him, a hollowness to his eyes.

"He can't hear you," a new voice whispers. Yoohyun glances over sharply to find the room crowded by strangers, except... He knows these faces. Aren't these hyung's old teammates? (A side effect of your brother's skills.) The one who must have spoken is near the front, staring at him. Her name slips his mind, but the brown hair and that sweater are distinct. She was among the earliest people hyung worked with, and if he's remembering the report right, she died in that very outfit.

Whatever her name is, she gives him a cautious glance before taking a slow step closer, peering at Yoojin as her mouth thins into a line. "He can't see you, either," she continues. "And you won't be able to touch him. Oppa's got no idea we're here."

Yoohyun thought so. He's clenching his teeth so tight his jaw aches, and he forces himself to relax, or at least enough to stop the hurting. "How long have you been watching?"

"Since we died," one of the others pipes up. Yoohyun vaguely recognizes him, too. (Hyung's friend, hyung's coworker, hyung's friend, hyung's friend, hyung's teammate, on and on... And Chief Song? whispers a tiny voice at the back of his mind.) The man shrugs. "Like Chief Song said. We're ghosts, right?"

Ghosts, or something like it. Yoohyun swallows. "And you've never been able to--"

That's when someone comes storming through the door, hyung's teammates hastily pulling out of his way. "Hyung," the intruder snaps, and Yoohyun bristles as he looks over (his hyung not yours not yours-!).

It's--him. It's Han Yoohyun.

"Dungeon brokers are--"

"Sorry," hyung says, and Yoohyun feels like shaking apart at the look in his brother's eyes when he gazes at the other-him. "I won't do it again."

Other-Yoohyun's brows furrow. Yoohyun realizes that on his face, surprise looks a lot like frustration. "If you've maybe gotten yourself in trouble-"

He keeps talking, but Yoohyun doesn't want to listen. Five years ago, Chief Song said. He knows the way he was talking to his brother five years ago.

He remembers exactly why he spoke to him that way, because it's the same reason he spoke to him that way just an hour or so ago. That doesn't stop him from wanting to put a fist through other-him's face when he sees the way hyung just takes it, the sheer lack of fury, of even just indignation. I was being immature, he's saying with a laugh, like it wasn't an hour ago that he threw his weapons aside and faced down a dragon and told Yoohyun I'll save you the trouble of holding a funeral--

He's not sure what sort of expression he's making, but by the way Song Taewon hisses "Han Yoohyun," and the other ghosts draw back, it must not be a very nice one.

Well. It's not like he cares about that sort of thing.

The tangled surge of emotions has his ears ringing, and so it's hard to hear what exactly other-Yoohyun says to their hyung before his brother suddenly steps forward and pulls him into a hug. Yoohyun steps forward, too, unable to stop himself. "Hyung," he whispers, strangled, and he isn't calm enough to hear properly again but he can see his brother's lips shape the words my brother, shape his name.

The next words cut clear through the ringing.

I love you.

There's arms wrapping around Yoohyun, and he shoves them away instinctively, pulling back with a snarl--

Hyung stares back, eyes wide with surprise and--a flicker of hurt that disappears a second later, replaced by blankness, and Yoohyun gasps, reaches out, and when he clutches at his brother's shoulders, his hands don't go through.

His hands don't go through.

(And you won't be able to touch him.)

"…Yoohyun-ah?" hyung asks, tentatively raising a hand before hesitating and going to drop it. Yoohyun instinctively grabs for it before he can lower it completely, wrapping his fingers around his brother's, and hold on, hold on, where's the stiffness in his fingers and the tightness of the skin at his wrist from old injuries and scars--?

Yoohyun slaps his other hand against his own face. Cheeks softer and rounder than he remembers, the line of his jaw not nearly harsh enough. Cold air against his forearms as he fumbles his way through the check; his forearms are bare--

His forearms are bare. He's in a T-shirt. The blood-soaked turtleneck, the rippling coat, they're- they're gone.

Hyung's still here.

"Hyung," he breathes, and yanks his brother back into another hug, tighter than before. Hyung lets out a muffled squawk, but he falls into the hold without a fight, clutching back at Yoohyun just as hard. Yoohyun buries his face in his brother's neck. "Hyung."

"Yoohyun-ah," hyung says, audibly bewildered. He reaches up and combs a hand through Yoohyun's hair. "What's- What happened? What's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong? "You almost died," Yoohyun hisses. "You almost died, you would've died if I hadn't- You would've- You were going to--"

His voice rises as he keeps talking, and Yoohyun's fingers curl into his brother's shirt as he all but shouts- "Don't ever do that again!"

His voice cracks on the last word, and the next breath that escapes him comes out halfway to a sob, and his brother's hand has frozen in his hair, so Yoohyun raises his head to look at him--

Yoojin is staring back at him in undisguised horror. "What?" And then, a second later, eyes widening impossibly further: "You remember?"

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I will never forget that article from a woman who compared looking after her child to being straight up being r*ped. What is wrong with some people?

[1980ssunflower]

jesus christ

[simons-temple-of-eros]

✨ imagine you and your f/o in a pokemon au together. what sort of pokemon would you both train? what roles would you have? ✨

[lurkingleighbee]

She's a legend. She IS the moment.