You go to sit on your F/O’s lap, but they decide they want to sit on your lap instead.
The two of you end up playfully (or not so playfully) wrestling for dominance, to see who gets to sit on who’s lap.
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Catching your F/O as they melodramatically throw themselves into your arms, pretending to expire.
Throwing yourself into your F/O’s arms and making them catch you as you melodramatically pretend to expire.
Imagine making a life sized doll of your darling F/O.
You spend lots of time getting the features of the doll just right, comparing the face to pictures of your F/O that you took in secret.
You make sure the measurements are just right too.
And finally when it’s time to dress the doll, and you sneak into your F/Os house to get some of their clothes. After all you have to get it just right.
Of course, since you’re there, you might as well make a good comparison.
So you bring the doll to show your F/O. You’re sure they’ll love it.
Imagine your yandere or villainous F/O holding the blade of a knife to your throat.
Your breath quivers as you feel the icy cold metal on your soft skin, contrasting with your F/O’s hot breath against you.
They tell you to hold still, that they won’t hurt you…
Imagine your villainous or warrior F/O teaching you how to use their signature weapon.
Imagine their hands on yours as they show you how to hold it. Their body against yours as they show you the proper stance.
Imagine the look of pride and satisfaction as you get better and better as they teach you.
Imagine going rowing with your F/O.
There’s a warm breeze and the scent of flowers in the air; the water of the pond is still, and clear as crystal, letting you and your F/O see the small fish that swim about in your little boat’s wake.
You sit across from one another, smiling at each other as you row out to the middle of the pond, and then sit there, drifting gently, holding each other’s hands and chatting idly.
Floating on the water, under the shade of hanging trees, you and your F/O still a kiss.
Imagine your rival or villain F/O pinning you down on the floor.
Your belly is pressed up against the hard ground, and you can feel the weight of their body on top of your back.
You feel their hot breath in your ear, and feel them press a weapon into your ribs.
They tell you to hold still…
Imagine taking a nap with your F/O.
The two of you are curled up together, limbs entangled, relaxed and comfortable against each other.
You’re lulled softly to sleep by the gentle presence of each other’s bodies.
Imagine finally confessing your feelings to your shipcest F/O.
The two of you are alone together, when the dam of your emotions finally breaks. You let it all pour out; the stolen glances, the fantasies you know you shouldn’t have…
You tell them you know they probably will not ever want to speak to you again. That you’ve probably ruined your relationship with them forever. You understand.
You turn, and start to go.
They grab your hand, and pull you back.
They tell you, no, stay. Please.
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.