Disability Imagine

If you're immunocompromised...

Imagine your F/O being your guard dog when it comes to other people. They make sure people's hands are washed and a mask is on before they approach you.

Always have extra masks and hand sanitizer on them, for themselves, you and other people.

Diligently self isolating when they've been in contact with someone who is sick or when they have a slight tickle in their throat. No amount of complaining or whining from you will make them open that bedroom door they've barricaded themselves in.

Never feeling sad when the two of you can't attend an event together because there might be too many maskless people. And no, they will not go alone, even if you push them to go. You're a team. If you can't go, neither will they.

They remind you when it's time for vaccines and they even harass your friend group to get them too.

They sew mask covers for you, so that your fashion sense is never disturbed by boring medical white or blue masks. Depending on their sewing skills, this may be beautiful or a disaster. It's much appreciated regardless.

Your F/O never tires of advocating for your safety. They never feel burdened or left out because of your limitations. They never feel self concious asking people to do the bare minimum to keep you safe. You are important to them. Anything that can be done to make sure you don't end up in the hospital is not even a chore, it's just what they do for someone they love. You are cherished by them. All of you.

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F/O running their hands through your locs/curls/braids as your head lays in their lap. You’re fighting off sleep because you just have to finish this last episode, or movie. They know you’re sleepy, so they begin gently massaging your scalp to soothe you. While their other arm lays over your side, and their thumb begins rubbing your arm, sending warmth throughout you. You doze off to sleep just from their gentle touches. Your F/O knows how important it is for you to sleep. They never fail to take such good of you…

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🪻 Imagine your F/O learning about the Language of flowers...

Imagine your f/o massaging your scalp while you lay in their lap. You decide to press your hand against their cheek and watch them smile at you.

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*this includes:

romanceable characters in games

love interests (who aren't "joke" characters)

characters with fan-service moments

Imagine your f/o laying in bed and slapping their naked belly like a seal. You turn to them, confused, and ask them what they're doing.

They respond that they were trying to get your attention so you'd touch their tummy, because they like it when you do that. You oblige, even if you might think their methods of convincing are strange

♡ the kitchen smells like fresh strawberries and whipped cream as the two of you attempt to make dessert together. it's less baking and more playful chaos... flour dusting your clothes, stolen bites of fruit, and your f/o pretending not to notice every time you sneak another taste. they laugh so hard their cheeks hurt, and somewhere between the mess and the teasing, they pause just long enough to admire you. they don't think they've ever associated happiness with a place before, but standing beside you like this… they think maybe they have now. ♡

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Reminder to all disabled selfshippers:

Your f/o adores you. Period.

Even if you can't do things the "normal" way.

Even if you can't do certain things at all.

Even when your bedbound.

Even when your cranky from pain.

Even when facing the world hurts.

Even when going in public feels like a humiliation ritual to you.

Even when the doctor appointments fill up the calendar and the medicines fill up the kitchen counter.

Even when you cry from doctors not listening or understanding.

Even when the test results come back normal.

Even when your life seems so utterly chaotic, unpleasant and miserable.

Your f/o cares about you. They want to weather every storm with you. They want to advocate for you. They want to fight for you. They want to be in your life. They want to be by your side, holding you hand, facing whatever challenge the future will bring. Not out of obligation or pity, but because they truly love you.

You are loved, disabled selfshipper. It's hard not to.

sleepy confession with your f/o. the two of you are cuddling, wrapped in a blanket of each other’s heat and scent, with the weight of their embrace lulling you to sleep. then one of you says those fated three words in a raspy voice, the slurred words tumbling out as naturally as breathing. without even a thought, guided by the faint thump of your pulses on each other’s fingers, the response comes swift and easy: “love you too.”

bonus points if this is the first time you two have confessed to each other. you two go to sleep, not even realizing what happened until you two wake up.

♡ you're walking along the shoreline together, shoes abandoned somewhere in the sand as the cool water laps around your ankles. every now and then a wave catches you by surprise, and your f/o immediately reaches for your hand, laughing as the two of you stumble together. they spend far more time watching your face than the ocean itself, memorizing the way your eyes light up whenever you find a pretty shell or hear the cry of distant seagulls. as the sun begins to set, they realize there's nowhere else in the world they'd rather be. ♡

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