Soulmates

You don’t owe your parents a relationship.  We’re coming up on the holiday season right now, which means a lot of you are currently dealing with the overwhelming anxiety of having to spend a lot of time with families who mock, belittle and degrade you for the person you are and the life you choose to lead. Quite a few of you are sitting in dorm rooms or apartments, staring at your suitcases and boarding passes and wondering why you have to keep spending time and money and energy to go see parents and relatives who never seem to approve of anything you do.  And the honest answer is, you don’t.  As adults, a lot of us feel like we have to give our parents as much of our time, attention and energy as they want, because we think we “owe” them for raising us. They might belittle you for your appearance, criticize your job or make horrible comments about your partner. They might list off all the things they had to give up in order to raise you, and make you feel like you need to lead your life a certain way to “repay” them for their lost dreams. Many of us feel like we have a duty to keep coming back for more of this, even if we consistently walk away from these interactions feeling drained and worthless. But the truth is, we don’t have to keep enduring this. And we don’t owe abusive people anything, no matter how they might be related to us.  The fact that your parents successfully avoided going to prison for child neglect does not give them an unlimited license to treat you poorly. Potty-training you 22 years ago does not give them the right to call you homophobic slurs now. They are the ones who made the decision to have you and raise you, knowing that children don’t come with guarantees; no parent has the right to demand that their child turn out straight, abled, cisgender, wealthy, highly educated, or that their child follows the specific life plan laid out by the parents. Children are their own people who follow their own path in life, and if your parents can’t accept that, they are the ones who are kidding themselves - not you.  When you reach adulthood, your parents have to figure out how to have an adult relationship with you. Period. It is no longer their role to discipline you or make you ask for “permission” to do the things you want to do. That time is over - now, the two of you need to find a way to build a relationship built on mutual respect, appropriate boundaries, and recognition of autonomy. Your parents can give you guidance, advice, comfort, protection, support and voice their concerns, but you are not their pet, their plaything or their punching bag. If you are able to build a relationship that involves gratitude for the effort they put into raising you, that’s a wonderful thing - but you are not expected to endure continued abuse as a show of “gratitude”. Ultimately, it’s up to you to decide who you want in your life, and in what capacity. If you can put up with your family during the holidays, that’s great. If you’d rather spend the holidays with a family you built out of friends, that’s great too. You have a right to happy, healthy relationships, and you don’t owe anybody your sanity and self-esteem, no matter how many times they changed your diaper. 

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soft reminder: good nothingness should be felt more. listening to music on a long car ride. noticing flowers blooming. listening to the rain. daydreaming about impossible things. seeing beauty everywhere and feeling love in your chest. life can be overwhelming sometimes. let yourself simply be alive.

hello! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could please request a drabble or scenario with Eren Yeager where the reader has anxiety and she’s having a very hard day so Eren comforts her? I hope you don’t mind this request and thank you so much💓

Yes, I’d love to!! Working on it rn, it’ll be posted soon ♥

Hiraeth (Mike x Reader)

(n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Fic Type: Oneshot

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Mike x Reader

Prompt: N/A

Word Count: 852

You sat outside alone. With your mud-ridden boots close to your chest, as you held them against you for some sort of comfort. The green cloak which was supposed to bring you comfort, instead make you shiver due to being soaked by the ongoing thunderstorm. You hardly could believe it. Your best friend was gone and you felt alone. Silently wishing that no one could dare to come outside, you started listening to the thunder rumbling the ground. It was sort of a soothing feelings that kept you grounded.  Glancing at the woven bracelet that you and Petra made together, a sad smile made it’s way to your face remembering that you’ve never took it off since you two were training cadets. Although you were in separate squads, you missed her terribly. Even more now than every. She was like a sister you never had. ‘It was too soon.’ You whispered to yourself and let your head rest against your knees. 

Unbeknownst to you, your squad leader Mike, was keeping an eye on you. He was aware of your close friendship with Petra. During his time observing you, a heavy feeling was strong in his chest. “She’s going to catch a cold...” The other members glanced up at their leader suddenly breaking the silence and then exiting outside. 

The front door of your temporary cabin opening was enough to make you try to make yourself smaller by pressing your legs closer to you. However it’s physically impossible to, since you were already as close as you can be. Footsteps in the sludge moved closer to your location before stopping. Not wanting to raise your head to look at who it was, you closed your eyes. Instead of speaking, the person draped a jacket over you, to shield you from the rain. It was warm and larger in size compared to your teammates. You felt your stomach sink realizing that the probability of Mike being next to you was certain. He took a seat next to you, looking out to the horizon. “How are you holding up?” He questioned. You stayed silent, but you sat up. Tears trailed down your face. It was usually to hide anything from him. He knew regardless. At first his ability was terrifying, but you got used to it after awhile. He stood up and placed his hand on your head. The gesture made you look up at him. “C’mon on.” He took your hands and helped you onto your feet. “The path ahead will be rough.” He started, running his thumbs over your knuckles. “But we’re here for you. I’m here for you.”  You gave him a small smile and he embraced you. 

You returned inside with Mike by yourself. “I should probably shower.” Excusing yourself from the group, you retreat to your short-term dorm to grab your civilian clothes from your rug-sack. Continuing to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and undressed. Proceeding to the shower stall, you set the temperature to warm. Not too hot or cold. Everything seemed bleak to you. Everything but Mike’s jacket. It made you feel some sort of way. As well as his embrace did. You shook the thought out of your head. ‘No...I’m just grieving.’ You convinced yourself that your feelings towards Mike were appreciative of him being there, not anything else. Once finished, you skipped dinner and decided to sleep early.

Promptly sitting up, you tore the covers off of you. You weren’t certain how long you were asleep for or what time it was, just that it was late. You let out a sigh and plop back down onto your bed. You outstretched your arm in-front of you, as you were in your dream. Trying to reach for her. You forced down the lump in your throat and sat up. Maybe a drink will help you settle down. Opening your door and stepping you, you bumped into a figure. “I’m sorry (Y/N).” You gazed up and was met with Mike’s gray eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” You replied. “I was actually coming to check up on you.” His response took you off guard. “Oh...thank you.” The two of you stood in silence for a few more minutes. He looked like he was debating on saying something or not. “Do...you need company?” Your face slightly heated up at his words. It felt weird accepting but it wasn’t like you two were going to sleep together. And you weren’t in the best of mind to be alone right now. “I’d like that.” You gave him bittersweet smile. 

Forgetting about the drink, you led Mike into your room, sitting on the bed. The night passed on with you and Mike occasionally exchanging small talk, until you fell asleep. He glanced up to see you sleeping soundly. However, your features still seemed somber. He reached up and grabbed a hold of your hand, repeating his motion from either. It appeared to soothe you, as you looked more peaceful. He fell asleep not too long afterwards, sitting on the floor against your bed frame, holding your hand. 

The soft hum of the air conditioning unit filled the silence. Staring up at the hotel ceiling, you couldn't seem to sleep. Not when they were right next to you, lying in the same bed. Only a few inches away from you.

It took a few tries to get your heartbeat back to a steady pulse. Convincing yourself that they were asleep already. It was the only thing that seemed to ease your mind. Not like you could embarrass yourself while they were peacefully asleep. The curtains were open, letting the moonlight spill into the room and illuminate your face.

Wondering what their sleeping face looked like, you tilted your head to the side just ever so slightly. However, you weren't expecting them to already be staring at you. Their face was turned towards you completely, their body slightly turned as well.

You felt your face heating up once you made eye contact. Their eyes softened and a small smile graced their lips. "How long were you staring at me?" You whispered quietly.

They let out a soft laugh, before whispering back. "You know how much I love the moon. You look so beautiful in the moonlight." Your chest squeezed at their words. You turned on your side, facing them completely and they mirrored your actions.

The two of you spent awhile just staring at each other's features and feeling all of the butterflies flying around in your chest. Gingerly, they moved one of their hands close to your face, but stopped shortly. Almost as if overthinking their actions. Before they had a chance to pull away, you took a hold of their hand and placed it on your cheek. They stroked small circles on your face while they kept admiring you.

No more words were uttered between the two of you. There was no need. Your actions spoke to your hidden feelings for each other. A love so deep, it was almost scary. The thrill of the cat and mouse game you two shared. Subtly flirting, making flirtatious jokes towards each other.

Always beating around the bush, with "Just kidding" as a safety. It was the only way you got so close to each other without any repercussions. Without any fear of the other not feeling the same

*me, flirting* so which songs are you going to permanently associate with me?

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