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Enemies to lovers self shippers:

Imagine your villainous F/O in the middle of a breakdown at the height of their scheme.

You can see them coming apart at the seams, the sweat on their brow, the manic look in their eyes, the twitch of their fingers.

As they’re ranting, you can’t stand it any more. You have to do something. But what can you do.

You grab their wrists and pull them into your arms.

Not like this, you plead. Please stop. For me.

They stare at you, unsure, and you pull them into a deep kiss.

They tremble against you as you break the kiss, and they tell you, if it’s for you, anything.

Imagine you and your rival F/O, beaten, bloody and bruised, covered in the marks you’ve left on one another.

You summon up the strength to sit, and you lean on each other, shoulder to shoulder.

You F/O smiles, and puts their arm around your shoulders.

Enemies/rivals to lovers self shippers:

Imagine being so sick, or hurt, or exhausted that you can’t stand up, and you pass out on the way to fight with your future f/o.

The last thing you recognize before darkness claims you is the figure of your f/o approaching, and you think that you may not wake up.

But you do wake up, somewhere unfamiliar. There’s a damp cloth on your head and before you open your eyes, you feel fingers brushing through your hair, or touching your cheek.

When you do open your eyes, you see your f/o standing over you. Apparently they have been taking care of you this whole time…

Give me ships that are star-crossed!

Doesn’t a ship being illegal make it more enticing?

Doesn’t a ship being ‘immoral’ make the yearning sweeter?

Isn’t a ship where the characters think they have to hide their love more romantic?

Don’t the problematic elements of a ship make it so much more satisfying when the characters finally manage to surpass the barriers between them and connect?

The heart always wants what you say it can’t have. And the heart will not be denied.

For self shippers with villainous, rival, or dominant F/Os:

Imagine that you wake up late one night to find yourself bound and tied down to your bed. As you try to figure out what’s going on, you find your F/O sitting on the edge of your bed.

They lean down and put a finger against your lips. Smiling, they tell you that they’ve got big plans for you tonight…

Imagine your villainous or rival F/O grabbing you by the collar and dragging you close to them. They walk their fingers up your throat and grab your chin tight.

Holding you close, they whisper in your ear exactly what they want you to do for them. And they tell you what will happen if you should refuse.

Imagine before your villainous or rival F/O have gotten together, they send you a message that they want to meet with you, alone, in a secluded place.

Of course it has to be a trap of some kind, but you show up there all the same, your heart thumping in your chest.

They step out of the shadows, and hold their hands up for you to see. No weapons. And then they grab you by both wrists suddenly, and pull you toward them, against their chest.

They whisper to you you that they want you to join them. They tell you about all the wonders or terrors that could happen with you at their side.

If only you would be theirs. If only you would give in.