#selfshippingchudimagines

[selfshippingchud]

Imagine having a long commute, maybe an hour of sitting in a seat on the train taking you to morning classes or your job, so what better time than to spend reading fanfiction of f/o.

It was early that no one was really paying attention to the people around them, either too tired from the early hours and still trying to wake up for the day.

So you don’t stop yourself from letting a huge grin take over your face when reading some fluff, or having to look outside the tram window to calm yourself from not getting too overwhelmed from a certain scene that got to you, maybe even leaving the website you were reading to scroll through social media until you were mentally ready to continue reading (and maybe getting jumpscared by delicious art of f/o that makes your love for them skyrocket, as you have to will yourself to act normal in public while making sure to save the post to obsess over it in private)

Doing all this with headphones on listening to f/o’s main theme that plays, which makes you think of certain scenes that the music help reminds you of, or maybe a playlist you made specifically for f/o or a self insert that makes you think of the both of them together.

Doing this and while you’re wrapped up in your own world, only becoming aware of your surroundings when you notice your stop coming soon.

But unknown to you, f/o is standing close by watching every big and subtle change on your face, falling completely in love with each and every expression you do, while f/o’s friends tease them saying they should just talk to you already, but the fear of being perceived as a creep is too big for them to make a move.

How f/o’s day is determined to be good or bad depending if they see you that day or not.

How f/o knows they don’t have a chance, since you look at your phone with so much open love and adoration that you must be texting your partner and someone as pretty as you must obviously be taken.

So f/o is fine with watching you and all those expressions you make, as they imagine that those are for them.

Divider by V6que

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Imagine your f/o being your number 1 fan.

This is a title they take very seriously, they’ve been a fan since the day you got introduced in the media you’re in, they couldn’t really explain it but they had an instant connection with you and needed to know more about you immediately.

Perhaps a friend of theirs introduced them to the show/game/book/ect that you appear in and f/o was only getting into it so their friend would stop bugging them about it, low and behold it’s now f/o talking about you nonstop to their friends, family and anyone who would listen.

They absolutely have a dedicated shrine of all your figures, photo cards, posters, badges and more! It’s an ever growing collection that will never be finished. All their socials mention you at least once, f/o can and has spent hours a day looking for the best screenshots of you to use as a profile picture, or just ends up drawing or commissioning an artist.

If for whatever reason you were badly received from the fandom and got a lot of hate, f/o is in the trenches fighting anyone they need to, they will in fact proudly state they are your #1 fan and that you did nothing wrong and everyone is just a hater. Honestly f/o absolutely adores you and cannot fathom how they seem to be the only one that likes you, f/o might at some point cry while addressing one of their many posters of you saying how “They don’t deserve you!”

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Imagine making songs of unrequited love, they weren’t exactly popular but you managed to grow a decently sized fan base online, only making music for fun and never expecting or wanting to get famous.

Music was just a way to express yourself, and boy you had a lot of feelings to express, most fan theories were that you had “someone that got away” or a “friend that doesn’t feel the same” but no. It was all for f/o!

From the moment you were introduced to their respective media, you were absolutely falling in love every time you saw them or learned something new about them! It felt like you would explode if you didn’t write a song about them.

Some songs would have a happy tune about scenarios you thought about doing with f/o, while others were melancholy in nature about how you could never truly love f/o the way they deserved. But for now you were fine with signing your heart out about the love you held for f/o, even if it was seen as unrequited love.

But, imagine if somehow your songs ended up in the world f/o lived in and they were much more hugely popular, you were known as a faceless superstar, a messenger of love that touched the hearts of many.

Just like everyone else f/o had become a fan, it didn’t matter to them what the music itself sounded like even if it wasn’t to their taste or not, but your voice had changed something so fundamental to their being, that they could never and would never want to return to the dull grey that was before you.

At first f/o believe they were being a delusional and clingy fan for thinking these thoughts, until your songs held details that were unmistakable about f/o that you would be stupid not to connect the dots, especially with the mountain of evidence that was specific details that f/o may or may not have pinned over for hours on end.

So f/o could not rest until they could meet you, hunting down every possible thing that could lead them to you, all to tell you that the love you sang of them was not unrequited, that it was in fact reciprocated and very eager to share in that wonderful love you sang of.

Dividers by ispeaknotkneel

[selfshippingchud]

I feel as though there is an untapped market with ABO in the selfshipping community, that or I am unaware of were to find it, so I will self indulge.

Imagine being a single Omega and getting concerned comments from your parents on why you haven’t found a mate yet, or friends always trying to “set you up” with a nice person that could be a perfect mate. But time and time again you reject them all!

Because frankly just because you were an Omega didn’t mean you desperately needed a mate, and you already were mated! And it was to f/o(s)! Just because they were fictional and “not real” didn’t mean you loved them any less!

You had a nest that was filled with blankets that had the same colour schem as f/o(s), and many plushies of them in your nest that you would cuddle up to, some were official plushies but most were different fan made ones and you adored them all the same.

If you managed to get your hands on official cologne/perfume of your f/o(s), you would spray the dolls in them and cosplay clothes that you had bought for the sole purpose of sitting in your nest, using it as a pseudo gift for your nest that f/o(s) would gift you for it.

But if official cologne/perfume didn’t exist, you would just find ones that you liked the most to your taste, while keeping in mind how you imagine f/o(s) would smell like, you even tried your hand at one of those online quizzes about finding the perfect cologne/perfume for you, while imitating how f/o(s) would answer.

You didn’t care what second gender f/o(s) was depicted as, hinted to be or being theorised, you love them with all your heart and soul.

Even if society viewed you as a single Omega, you were loyal to f/o(s) and no amount of badgering from your parents or friends would change that!