Im A Minor, And I Have An F/o Who Is A Minor, But What Will I Do When I Become A Legal Adult And, In

I’m a minor, and I have an f/o who is a minor, but what will I do when I become a legal adult and, in canon, their still a minor? Sorry if this is a weird ask

(You don’t have to feel bad for sending a “weird” ask! It’s a genuine question, you and the people who might be reading this are free to ask as many as you want.)

This is a question I’ve had to face various times before, actually. In all honesty, I’m also a minor (under 16), so I just wanna clarify that I don’t have any experience or solid answers for you, sorry. However, this is what I do know:

“Adulting” isn’t an overnight thing. It depends on the age of your F/O, but it’s pretty understandable to have someone who has very recently turned 18 still having feelings for a character that is 16 or 17, y’know? (As the age gap grows, however, it gets problematic. You’ve probably already witnessed the discourse yourself.)

I know this seems like the unfavorable option, but keep in mind that your opinion could change. Maybe you’ll love them differently once you're older and become more aware of the age difference (again, depending on your F/O’s age) or your feelings will naturally fade.

Once you’re older, you could also try to move this F/O into another position that isn’t romantic, such as seeing them in a more platonic light. Remember that friendships and (found) familial ties can be just as important as the romantic ones; you wouldn’t be changing the fact that you love this character, you’d just be changing how.

In my experience (especially if your coming-of-age is gonna be in over a year from now), I tried to think about it as little as possible. In the end, self-shipping shouldn’t be anxiety-inducing, but a part of your life that makes you happy. Things are going to be changing, and it’s alright to relax and let the current take you where it wants to go sometimes, as long as you’re not hurting anybody or yourself.

Yup, that’s my answer… sorry if it was less than you were expecting. Anyone who sees this and wants to reply with their own opinions/advice is free to do so!

*patpatpatpatpat* HALLO!! It is I, the little goblin that ran up to you. I have come to say that your F/O(s) LOVE YOU!! The way you're sitting rn?? BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME/LOVELY!!! (Stay like that so you can receive some cuddles from them.) Feeling sad?? No worries! Your F/O(s) will comfort you! You deserve all of their love! That is all for today. Keep gushing my fellow self shippers and happy early pride month!!! <3

We need more of whumpees who are stressed, skittish and sleep-deprived and caretakers who know just the Secret Weapon to help them relax. They’ll be subtle about it, though, i.e. making idle conversation while casually carding a hand through Whumpee’s hair until A) Whumpee’s practically purring under their touch or B) They’re still trying to protest in little grumpy mumbles as they doze off. 

Bonus points if Whumpee later asks them how they knew something like that would put them to sleep and Caretaker plays dumb. “Oh, does it? I never noticed!”

Sleep disordered self shippers: your F/O’s get it.

I know, one of the biggest issues with sleep disorders is that not a lot of people ‘get it’- we get a lot of criticism for being ‘lazy’, when in reality it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Your F/O’s would give those people a piece of their mind.

They see you every morning, struggling to wake up. They give you soft kisses and gently rub your back to keep you from dozing off again. They’ll say “Good morning” as many times as they need to.

They see you having sleep attacks, head dipping, losing balance in your chair. They’ll carry you to a couch or your bed before you get hurt. They want nothing but the best for you, and they don’t see it as an inconvenience. They never will.

They see you struggle with basic tasks, whether from executive dysfunction or just plain old fatigue. They’re always willing to help, but they know it can feel infantilizing at times- they always ask first, and never assume you’re incapable. Because you are capable! Your body is just stubborn.

So to those people that try to call you lazy, they say: “Fuck off. You don’t know them like I do. You have no right to judge them without understanding their struggle. They’re not lazy, and you can eat your words.”

(This was written with narcolepsy/chronic fatigue in mind but anyone can rb or add to this- even if you don’t have sleep disorders, you may relate to the scenario, and that’s valid!)

A muttered curse interrupts you and your F/O’s conversation. Where soft words were once flowing so lightly in the morning kitchen light, a tense silence now stood.

“…F/O?”

Your beloved rushes to the nearest sink, dipping their hand under the rushing tap water. “That knife— Love, could you get me a band-aid?”

Your heartbeat quickens, yet you retrieve the nearest first-aid your F/O might need, soft words whispered as your body presses up against theirs. Think about how vulnerable they allow themself to be with you, eyes shying away from their cut. So relaxed and loving, they wholly trust in you to take care of them. Despite the blood or equivalent that might be coming from the cut, you gingerly cover it with the utmost care— so focused, you probably missed that soft gaze and appreciative blush your F/O is helpless to hide.

“And… boom. Disaster averted.” You give their ‘wound’ one last look until you send a reassuring smile your beloved’s way.

“Thank you, love.” Maybe the words were barely audible in their stoic silence as they attempted to rip their flustered gaze away from you, or they had a grin of their own just by being so tenderly cared for by none other than their favorite person. “Now I have to figure out how to cut those—”

Your soft hold on their wrist stops them from turning away. “Wait! You forgot the last step.”

“What?” they reply, a clueless gaze directed at their own finger.

“This…” You clasp your F/O’s hurt hand oh-so gingerly, yet your velvet-like touch against their skin leaves electricity dancing up and down their arm. You leave a feather-soft kiss against their band-aid, then pressing your lips to their knuckles, too. Your F/O — no matter how stoic or flirty they normally might be — freezes in a heartstring-pulling stupor, having to perform a full reboot (whether literally or figuratively) before they can even think of stuttering out a response. All they can see is you, the love of their life, and there’s nothing they’d rather be graced with.

They’d ask how someone like them ended up with an ethereal being like you, but they don’t want to tempt the fates. Your F/O would much rather spend their time basking in your presence, endlessly thankful for being able to exist alongside you.

when one person in a couple takes on a more monstrous/scary form (especially for the sake of protecting the other person) and they're so worried about the other person seeing them and being disgusted at the sight of them but when the other person does see them they're so gentle and so patient and they just want to make sure their beloved is okay and maybe even ground them if their monstrous form is overwhelming for them and it's just. you know