F/o Imagines - Blog Posts

Happy Halloween!!

How are you spending it with your f/o? Do you stay indoors and watch movies, maybe wait for trick or treaters to come so you can hand out candy together? Or maybe you’re out and about, at a party or just on the hunt for candy!

Maybe you’re in the mood for scares - why not bring them to a haunted house to see them get spooked? All in the spirit of the season of course ;)

Whatever way you choose to spend it, it’ll be lots of fun I’m sure.

Welp-

LES GO-

♡ valentine’s day self ship ask game ♡

pr*ship etc go away. pls practice reblog karma and have fun !!

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

bouquet — what’s their favourite flower and why?

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

hand holding — how are they with physical affection? who initiates it first?

hugs — are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public?

love letters — are they good at expressing how they feel? what’s their best way of letting you know they love you?

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other?

sweets — what’s their favourite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

valentine — gush about your valentine! ^^

Reblog to help teach your f/o(s) trauma recovery techniques and healthy coping mechanisms.

braiding your f/o’s hair . ( gender doesn’t matter ! ! ) maybe they have really long hair , and you’re just sitting there for a little while , talking about your days as you work — or maybe they have short hair , and you get a teeny tiny one sticking upwards once you tie it . . . go braid it rn /silly /nf

spoiling rich f/os ok post now

rb to have your f/o scratch that itch you just can’t reach

hey . psst . don’t tell anyone i said this , but i heard from the grapevine f/o is asking about your favorite things . yeah i dunno dude , you got an anniversary or something coming up ? they’re asking everyone . you didn’t hear this from me , but if you do get a little something at your doorstep soon …

videogames with f/o … especially if they absolutely suck at it , and you get to laugh at them for losing again after demanding a sixth rematch — or you’re sitting beside them as they play , muttering over every little thing they’re doing wrong , taking the controller out of their hands to do it yourself ….

or maybe they’re weirdly ( or not-so-weirdly ! ) good at it and demolish you in every game you play — even if it’s something like stardew valley and they’re speedrunning perfection — snickering and looking over at you to watch how angry you get after losing again and again and again , maybe even completely tryharding just to see you get upset …… just sitting together with them after a long day , getting to relax and worry about mundane things rather than the outside world ♡♡♡

Honestly Tiktok makes me feel so insecure about being a Whitty fangirl but Tumblr- damn tumblr encouraging my imagination that makes me happy! Me and Whitty gonna watch Titanic together before Y E S

Imagine you're feeling unwell, maybe your stomach hurts or your head, and your f/o(s) comes and start to take care of you. They make you lie down on the comfy bed you share, lie down with you and start to rub the body part that aches, gently and softly taking the pain away. They also pepper your skin with gentle kisses and whisper sweet nothings in your ears, just to tell you : "I've got you, let me help you feel better." You end up falling asleep snuggled up to the person you love most, forgetting about all your previous pain.

Imagine your f/o sending you a list of reasons why they love, appreciate, adore, and care about you. It's long, sentimental, and you can tell they put a lot of thought and genuine feeling towards it.

"I wanted to make this for you! This way if you ever feel bad, you can look at it and know just how loved you are."

Imagine your f/o resting their forehead against yours. They close their eyes, taking a deep breath. After a moment of silence, they smile and whisper.

"You mean everything to me, and I appreciate your presence."

Imagine your f/o holding you while you cry. They rub your back soothingly, providing you with a feeling of safety and support. They validate and listen to you without judgement, giving you words of encouragement and appreciation. They will always be so proud of you for opening up to them in these ways.

shoutout to selfshippers who depend on their f/o. who can't ship them with others because it hurts to imagine them having another partner.

shoutout to the selfshippers who are touch starved or lonely, who can't bring themself to love anyone like they love their f/o. who rarely ever (or never) crush on others because their love for their f/o is too strong.

shoutout to those who print out pictures of their f/o, have them as their wallpaper, imagine them next to you, draw and write about them. who treat them like an irl partner.

shoutout to selfshippers who don't just like their f/o because they're "your type," or they're attractive. shoutout to the selfshippers who have a deeper connection with them than that.

shoutout to the selfshippers with many f/os, and the ones who only have one or two.

shoutout to the selfshippers who kin characters from their f/o's source material, even if it creates some weird rarepairs. (i've been there.)

shoutout to the selfshippers who hate what happened to their f/o in their source material, and to those who love every direction it went.

shoutout to selfshippers with quote unquote "weird," f/os, or nonhuman ones. shoutout to selfshippers who are open about that fact, or who are nervous to tell others about it, even other selfshippers.

shoutout to ALL selfshippers.

you're great.

and remember, no matter who you are, if you fit all these boxes or not, your f/o(s) love you very much!

(PRO//SHIPPERS DNI, THIS ISN'T FOR YOU)

❥ For those of you with more cynical and highly intelligent f/os, like scientists or doctors and other things along those lines. Imagine them wholeheartedly believing that love is just some chemical reaction in the brain and nothing more than that, thinking anyone who believes otherwise is a fool. Then you come into their life, and oh fuck, their feelings for you are making them question everything they've ever known, finding themselves questioning how the universe itself works. Science be damned, you were made for them, and they know it even if they're too embarrassed to outright say it. You made them want to believe that love is something so much more than they had thought, something to deeply cherish always. You're their soulmate, their special person that they didn't even know they needed, but now that they have you, they can't bear to imagine a life without you in it.

(Pro/Comshippers + Neutrals fuck off! This post ain’t for you!)

Proship dni for my comfort thanks.

I feel like everyone portrays F/Os as these romantic, perfect all around lovers, and while that's all well and good! I prefer F/Os who are flawed, who don't always say the right things. Who can sometimes be petty or selfish. F/Os who have a habit of seeing conflict as a contest on who can talk the loudest, instead of a conversation. F/Os who run out of patience sometimes and have to go cool off mid-conversation, even if they're right. F/Os who struggle to communicate their emotions.

I find comfort in the idea of a relationship where mistakes like that are allowed and given room to breathe. A relationship where, no matter what the conflict is, the walls eventually come down. Maybe it takes hours, maybe days until you're both calm enough to work it out. Maybe it takes several conversations to solve it, but each end in Hey. I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You're not perfect, and neither is your F/O. That's okay. That can be beautiful, too. There's not a hug that's more comforting than the firm, tearful one after reaching mutual understanding. Knowing that you didn't mess it up too much, you didn't break things permanently. You couldn't if you tried. They missed you... and you've got some serious affection to catch up on.

Yes, I'm taken (I'm dating a fictional character inside my head)

I was thinking about doing some imagines, what do ya think?

Imagine using your f/o’s coat as a blanket.

Kissing your f/o and when you pull away they have a dumb goofy smile on their face >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Pro.shippers/com.shippers DNI please

Your f/o picking up on your slang so you get them going "let me cook" and you proceed to laugh your ass off

so this is love

I was walking down the street, returning home from work. It was calm- the leaves fallen on the ground in different shades of brown, orange and yellow, the ambrosial of sweet potatoes, cinnamon, pumpkins, cooked butternut squash and much more, telling that fall had arrived. A hand had made its way around my shoulder; I'd recognized the scent of cloves and vanilla from the perfume. I knew who it was and a smile had already formed on my lips.

"Good evening" said the voice as we continued walking. "evening; how was your day?" I asked while wrapping my hands around his. "Good to be frank never had a day off for myself, walked the dog and slept in the whole day" Fabio answered, we continued talking loving the presence of one another. The hair on my neck and arms rose up due to chilly breeze and the next thing I knew was being pulled in and hugged by Fabio, while my body was covered by his long coat.

"better?" "much better". We stood on the quite street as the classics of 1950's love songs started playing from one of the houses. "may I ?" Fabio asked while locking his eyes with mine that showed pure love, affection, they held trust and felt the same when we first met or when he was there by my side at my worst times saying that 'it was all going to be okay'.

I nodded smiling as he guided me in the middle of the street, it was late and there weren't vehicles on the road. I felt his hands on my waist while I wrapped mine around his neck. We moved our bodies serenely to the sound of music, staring into each others eyes with deep affection. Our lips were inches apart, Fabio closed the gap between us. His lips were perfectly synced with mine as if it were a red string of fate bringing two people deeply in love with one another back together. It felt warm, fuzzy, slow and ardent. They felt home and comfort. It was one of his ways to tell me that he was never going to let me go.

The calm music expressing true love, leaves falling on the ground, harvest of cranberries and two people madly in love in the middle of the street dancing and kissing. It felt like the time was moving slow. It was perfect.

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors. Credits to google as well for help <3

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

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.

movie

The chilly November evening was telling us that winter was soon, as we snuggled up in the blankets that were laid on the couch. The warmth of our bodies preventing us from feeling cold. Our eyes fixed on the movie that was playing on the screen, legs intertwined. My eyes becoming drowsy and heavy each passing second of the movie. Was I tired? All I did was babysit some kids for five hours. “You sleepy?” they asked while rubbing my thigh gently and glancing at me. “Huh; no I’m just a bit tired” “Just a bit?” he asked while his other hand went on back drawing shapes and patterns. “Yeah” I leaned into his touch. He hummed at my response and switched off the tv. By now my eyes were struggling to stay open. “Damn you are way too tired, did the kids drain out all your energy?” he asks staring at my sleeping figure all coiled and cuddled up against his body with admiration. “Well I planned this Friday movie night today you know but it seems that you’ve already been done for the day.” Ian mumbles while walking towards the bedroom with me on his back clinging onto him like a koala. “mhmm” is all I can reply back. He placed me on the bed gently and made sure I didn’t sleep in a weird way that may lead to body pain. He gets into the bed after switching off the lights and pulls the blanket on top of us. I feel the other side of the bed sink, I move from my place and wrap my arms around him with our legs intertwined. Snuggling my way in the crook of his neck his scent filled up my nose calming me down. Ian started massaging my head and my eyes could not stay awake, neither can he sleep due to my slow breathings on his neck. Our eyelids become heavy each passing second and we finally drift off into our dream land.

a/n- thanks to a friend of mine for editing <3

we buy marketable plushies of our f/os, carry them everywhere, and sometimes even pamper them… so it’s time for our f/os to buy marketable plushies of us, too!

whether platonic, qpp, familial, or romantic, how is your f/o treating the marketable plush version of you?