#— serotonin boost 💐

[ackerfics]

hype boy of the day: eren jaeger

— they can't have you no more; wrote my name right here, so everyone knows i'm yours.

eren jaeger x female reader

eren wonders how you're more beautiful each time he sees you.

a girl like you is sure to catch the attention of a passing person. who wouldn't when you're such an angel in his eyes? always so sweet and kind and lovely to the point that he starts questioning whether he deserves the raw love you unconditionally shower on him. you're so full of life, always looking at the more beautiful side of things and making him exert the effort in being a better person. for having a shitty personality when push comes to shove, he has you by his side; a glimmer of light that contrasts his brooding nature, a pairing that turns heads when you two pass by. every single day, his chest will fill up with admiration and adoration for you (infesting it with unbridled flora, all dedicated to and named after you) that it has him smiling at his phone during his times in the library when you text him how bored you are of your ongoing classes. (armin tells him to stop it because it looks like he's plotting something. eren doesn't know his smile can even be creepy.) you occupy his mind more than he measures it. he is so in love with you to the point that he lets your hold around his heart suffocate him in everything that is you.

a daydream coming to life — that's what you are.

you are so fucking perfect. too bad he's not the only one who can see it.

he's heard so many things whenever he's around the university, one of them how you're a collective subject of affection among a good number of students. he sees people taking a second look at you when you two pass by. not to mention armin counts the number of times people greet you in the hallways, library, or cafeteria. (it reaches fifty since the start of the semester. he only records those moments he catches.) eren understands everything but when someone has the strength to act upon their feelings for you, it's the time for him to step in.

here he is, listening to the way you recount your day.

it's an every day occurrence for the two of you to tell each other about how your days went, whether it be during cozy dinners in your shared apartment or meet-ups in study hubs or cafes. you tell him how frustrated you are that there's a growing pile of lab works you have to finish despite the incoming midterms. then, you tell him that you have no right to complain since this has been going on for three years and your complaints will fall on deaf ears when directed to a member of the faculty. eren is amused through it all yet he still empathizes with you because he's in a major where laboratory instructors think they're worth every damn second. his chin is propped on his hand, his free one blankets your wrist that sits idly on the table while you're putting spoonfuls of his experimental fried rice inside your mouth. (thank God, it came out great or else he'd have to testify for accidentally poisoning his beloved girlfriend aka you).

he swears he can drown in the siren-like quality of your voice alone.

that's until you mention something that snaps him out of his reverie.

"someone," he sputters, "paid for your coffee order earlier? are you close with this guy?" like the way you're close with me and the rest of our friends? he wants to add but he bites the inside of his cheek.

you blink, making sure to swallow the delectable dinner your boyfriend made for you. "i was shocked, too. he offered, ren. i couldn't say no to free drinks or food."

"but are you close to him for him to do that?" eren presses, brows furrowing in incredulity.

you hum, looking up at the ceiling. "now that i think about it, i don't think so. i don't share a class with him but he's a roommate of one of my classmates in Intro to Virology so he tagged along to our study session. he even told me to keep the free drink a secret between the two of us. i thought it was a nice gesture." you shrug.

eren leans back on his seat but his hand stays on your wrist, his thumb now writing random scribbles on your skin. "did he tell you the reason why he bought that large cup coffee for you? not to mention the food on the side?"

"no. i was curious, too, ren, believe me."

"yeah, yeah, i believe you, baby." eren looks at potted plant lining the windows of your kitchen. he wants to say that's how others flirt but he doesn't want to sound too condescending when you're absolutely clueless when it comes to these things. hell, eren has to work for an entire year for you to notice him. thank mikasa for helping you piece everything together. he knows whatever this guy is doing is hinting at something romantic because that's what he did when he was trying to get rid of the friend label back in freshman year. he constantly bought you your favorite drink even though you insisted that you have to pay him back. if that wasn't enough, he also went with you in your study sessions. "just," he sighs, "tell me if this guy does something like this again."

"sure," you prolong the word, slightly narrowing your eyes at the calculative glint present in your boyfriend's irises. you lift his hand to your lips and presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles. you grin, eyes crinkling with genuineness when he lifts his head to look at you. "don't worry, okay?"

of course he's going to do the opposite. apparently, this guy keeps walking you back to your apartment and eating meals with you (but never alone or else eren has to walk all the way across campus to be in your department). armin keeps telling him that this is probably just an overly-friendly person, but why did you come home one night with some gifts from this nameless person? they're not even regular gifts. they're boxes of your favorite candy. you tell him that the guy insisted in you receiving these packages and it's much worse because he gave you plushies as well, which you clearly rejected. you see, eren is not an overly jealous person because he knows he's yours and you're his but when someone tries to win you over with their company, that's the time he's going to do something out of impulse.

and it's the best decision he ever did because when he picks you up from your department building, he hears you talking to this guy with your group of classmates.

"so, what's that written on your bracelet?" the guy casually asks.

"oh, this?" comes your soothing voice. you lightly laugh before flashing the most radiant smile that has everyone pausing in their tracks no matter who they are. "this is from my boyfriend. it's his name."

"you have a boyfriend?!" your loudest friend from this class squawks. it's understandable that she doesn't know given that you only know her since the start of the semester.

"yeah. actually he's heading here."

eren bites the grin tugging on his lips. "baby," he calls out.

you turn around almost immediately. eren chuckles at how pretty you look with that excited gleam in your eyes. "i'm sorry for not telling you guys but now that he's here, everyone, meet my boyfriend, eren," you tell them.

eren gives them a boyish nod, which doesn't erase the loose jaws and red cheeks of those who are caught off guard with his appearance. he can practically hear some whisper how attractive he is. eren chooses to brush the comments away as he smoothly wraps an arm around your waist once he reaches you, ducking down to slant his lips against yours in a slow kiss that makes you both sigh in bliss. he slightly pulls away, his lips brushing against yours as he says, "hey, pretty girl, ready for lunch?"

"yeah," you murmur in a daze. "are mikasa and the others tagging along."

"yep." he smiles at your hum before meeting the gaze of that guy, who looks like he's lost a lot of blood with how mangled his heart is. eren prevents a snicker from coming out of his mouth. instead, he takes your bag from your shoulder, the bracelet on his wrist catching the sunlight and making it gleam.

yeah, this guy will definitely stop trying to woo you now that he saw your name as the pendant for eren's bracelet.

#— rory's passages 🌼 #— serotonin boost 💐 #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager #eren yaeger x reader #eren fluff #eren attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan x reader

[moonlight-prose]

You’re wonderful, inspirational, and tumblr is lucky to have you 💙

Okay so i can't even remember when you sent this and I've held onto it for awhile cause it's been helpful these past few months. You sent it when I was on the verge of leaving this place entirely. But i think I should finally answer it and tell you it's made me feel better about being here. So thank you.

I'm sending you a hug through the screen miss suz. You deserve it.

#witch aunt responds #suz darling💐 #i feel bad about holding onto your asks #but they're so kind #i just re-read them often cause it's a serotonin boost

[ultrabananapudding]

hello!! i just wanted to say thank you for being so sweet about my hoa content!! im slightly insecure about my art and yr compliments are giving me mad serotonin rn :33

Aaaa I'm happy to hear that my mad ramblings in the tags can give you that serotonin boost needed to hopefully combat against ur insecurities surrounding your art !! 💐

You really do manage to capture Jasons essence when you draw him and I'm so excited to see what you will draw next as you have such a wonderful way with colors !! 🌻

Enough of me simping, here is a rose for you and I wish you all the best 💕💕

#I always worry I come off as way too strong in the tags #But it's hard to contain myself when I see art that I really do find appealing #Especially when it's HoA related as I adore any and all artists who keeps this fandom alive!! #ask #❤️ #captains log #hoa #house of ashes

[aheathen-conceivably]

🌹 🏵️ 🪷 💐 🫶

OH MY GOD NONNY A WHOLE BOUQUET!!!! Bless you darling I can smell the flowers from here giving my brain the lil serotonin boost it needed 🥹

Okay okay whew now we have to try not to rant (it never works….I always rant):

🌹: Plot

Honestly, I think this all comes down to having a few lil nuggets of ideas or scenes decades in advance that I get so excited about I literally construct the plotline around them. So I get to weave in all these flash forwards/flash backs knowing that moment is coming, and when we finally get there there’s such a moment of payoff for me.

🏵️: Sim Style

Sim style?! Nonny I am shooketh! Mostly because compared to other folks on Tumblr I don’t really feel like I have a simstyle? Other than makeup (which I cannot do IRL or in the sims) I’m probably the least comfortable making sims more than I am doing anything else in the game (like out of all CAS, build, and gameplay elements). I don’t use a lot of skin details or CC presets so I often worry they can look a little “blah” in comparison. But I am happy you love them 🥺

🪷: Editing Style/Aesthetics

Yessss! I love this one! So fun fact about me I will basically go watch a film just for the cinematography. Like a well shot, stunning aesthetic does more for me than much else and can honestly carry a weak plot. I think alot of my own love for simblr comes from seeing that same eye for detail and aesthetics carry into a hobby I’ve always loved (simming since ‘02 baby) so I’m honored you count me in that number 💕

💐: World-Building

So honestly this one is never seen in total because we just get sprinkles of it throughout the posts, but the actual, physical act of building out a sims world might be one of the things that takes me the longest. I’m so incredibly picky about whether or not a build “fits” on the lot and the surroundings that I end up spending hours editing anything I download. It’s one of the most daunting things for the next gen, even though I’ve been working on it since the 1910s.

And is the 🫶🏼 just for love because a 🫶🏼 right back at you my dearest one.

#please accept an entire rain cloud of my appreciation Nonny #but like the pleasant sort of rain cloud that makes you wanna sim/game all day and you feel so relaxed/rejuvenated by the time you sleep #simblr love #simblr ask game

[missmisdemeanor]

💐 internet flowers for you because i know life is hectic for you and you deserve a serotonin boost

thank you!!! internet flowers for u too 💐

#lana says #hi kade <3

[devilscherubs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY ONE AND ONLY! 💐💗

my dearest ginger baby, my wifey for lifey, the anakin to my obi-wan, the sun to my moon, my twin flame, my favorite movie night date, the literal air in my lungs, my entire universe, my reason to smile... happy birthday !!

words will never express just how important you are to me and how much joy you bring into my life by simply existing. you are an amazing person and friend and everyone that has had the honor to know you are simply the luckiest alive because you are a one in a million ! as a writing partner, you are nothing short of inspiring, your muses and writing are so beautiful and jaw dropping, i cherish every thread and ship and world we build together and know that when we eventually retire from this site, we'll still be just as close ! i'll still be annoying you day in and day out for eternity !

you give so much of your heart to those around you and care so deeply for others, i've never known someone as amazing and gracious as you ! you are a literal ray of sunshine, a serotonin boost to everyone every single day, you are so so loved and i hope you feel it, not only today, but every day for the rest of forever !

i love you gingy, have the best day ever ! @heavensorhells .

xoxo - your wife, amanda.

#gingy tag. #everyone go tell my wife happy birthday today!!! #she deserves every ounce of love and happiness in the WORLD!!

[haleigh-sloth]

Here to say HI, I HOPE LIFE IS BEING GREAT FOR YOU. HERE, GET A FLOWER 🌸 GET MORE 🌼 GET THEM ALL 🌷🌺🌹🏵️🌸💮💐

HELLO SHAN LOTS HAS HAPPENED SINCE YOU’VE BEEN GONE (cue Kelly Clarkson)

I MOVED FROM TEXAS TO COLORADO AND STARTED A BRAND NEW JOB AND LIFE IS GOOD BECAUSE MY NEW HOME AND JOB IS AWESOME

Unrelated but I’m loving the way BNHA is going right now so that is also boosting my serotonin!

THANK YOU FOR THE FLOWERS

HERE HAVE A MOUNTAIN

🏔⛰

OR SEVERAL

#Shan I missed your commentary

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

enchant’s writing update: august 10, 2022

phewwww, things have happened in july, so i couldn't write any updates for it. and a lot of writing things happened too. and lots of revamps along the way.

for original stuff, i worked a little on blasted scorn chapter 1. it's going to take a while to convince myself to write it not as descriptive or 'decently' bc tbh? it's getting in the way of this draft. somehow, just ruminating over tdrc’s second draft, i might have gotten attached to some new characters featured in it and well. . . it looks like it’s going to have a spin-off that takes place in between the story. except one protag is only going to be mentioned and she won’t appear in it.

like tegan and nijiko are just supposed to be her friends, but i gave them personalities and potential that aren’t easy for me to ignore. then nijiko gets a sister and it all went down from there. i won’t talk about this story much except it’s probably going to be an unofficial nano project. just a thing for me to write while i deal with uni things. and also i’ve did some flash fiction friday prompts too.

for fanfic, there’s a lot i did. i participated in a fandom event and i have four squares left in my dctv gen bingo card. and for once, this is a bingo card, where i filled up a lot in less than four months since i recieved it. i just high-key enjoy writing non-romantic fandom things for a change. and this latest fic i wrote sent a serotonin boost too. :3

basically, also to sum it up, i’ve been re-writing/lightly editing my 2019-2021 fics and stories. like not all of them (bc it’s going to take up time) but those, which i see potential in. i mean just looking at so many ‘the’, ‘that’, and weird phrasing convinced me. since i saw this post, i tried it out with tdrc, and i liked it a lot to do it with my other stuff. bc they look 10x better now. smoother, clearer, and less face-palm worthy, lmao.

i’m at a point, where i’m just enjoying my ideas. idk how much i’m writing, however, i’m glad for this progress. ✨💐🍀

#enchant rambles #enchant's writing updates

[tea4silver]

heyo!!! how are you? :D

(dont mind me just fangirling over your tgs cover fanart-)

im currently waiting to have my makeup done for the haunted house im acting in!!!! this is the second time ive been at school today lolol I went here earlier for a set day for the play we’re putting on-

have some flowers 💐 🌸 🌺 and have an amazing day!!!! remember to drink water!

howdy!! I am absolutely exhausted but also pretty fine!

first off, I absolutely don't mind-- it honestly just gives me a boost of serotonin to start the day off and I'm definitely thankful for that rn,,,

and second, haunted house?? wow,,, that sounds really fun! never been to one, since we don't celebrate Halloween here.. but I hope you'll have fun there, good luck with it ^^ (if you want, feel free to tell me about it one day, I'm actually interested how stuff like that works lol)

thank you for the flowers and you have an amazing day as well!! ✨

[soujisetas]

darling ☁💕 it's gonna be winter here soon but 2day the weather was cozy and i spotted a cloud that was rly close to a small 🐻 shape and it made me think of u hehe 💓✨ anywho i miss seeing u around and i love u a whole bunch 💐💙 hope u are doing alright 💕

hi my little angel !!! your message + you thinking abt me in general is such a serotonin boost pls know this 💗💐 that was me !!! manifesting in a little cloud bear to tell you hello and wish you well 🌤🐻 pls stay warm and cozy in the upcoming months !! i tuck a little scarf into the collar of your jacket ... i love u lots !!! 💘🌈

#:[ holding this close to my heart just as i do you !! #you're always a little spark of joy n i hope you know that 💞💌 #i miss seeing you too :[ 🤍🤍 even if i'm not here i'm hoping you're well always !! #ilu lots 💓💐 thank you for thinking of me and for sending this babie :[ #asks #hyune #hi jen 🌷

[theharrowing]

MOMMY DEAREST OH! MY!! FUCKING!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM ONCE AGAIN FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. i have died and ascended to the clouds, my corporeal form is an empty shell, and my soul has found nirvana. what the fuck is your brain? what were you THINKING delivering a namgi better than the last?!?!?!?!?! the fact that you have never written a/b/o before is insane to me and i want to commend you and sailoryooons and sweetestofchaos for helping you because WOW.

i remember you teasing the fic saying it was 19k words of pining and you were not exaggerating. i really felt for yoongi the entire time, like his feelings (and mood swings, and everything) were palpabale and lkjdalkasjdanda,msdna,smdnasd just wow.

i am stunned. you are stunning. everything is just! wow! incredible! insane! wow!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much for sharing your talent with us. truly astounding. i cannot wait for part 2!!!!!!!!!!!! i kind of regret reading 1 already because even tho it's promised in just two days, i NEED IT SO BADLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you are the master of namgi. and of yoongi, specifically. nobody fucking writes him like you do, and the way you can change his personality each time but still have a character that is so fundamentally him is just insane. INSANE.

this part changed the chemistry in my brain, and i will never be the same again:

"Are you ready, little omega?" The nickname makes Yoongi's head spin, and he heavy-blinks and nods, letting his gaze drift and return.  "As ready as I'll ever be." With a lift of one eyebrow, Namjoon says, "You don't smell ready," and Yoongi absolutely spirals. He attempts to find the words to say, failing around each syllable before Namjoon continues, saying, "I can change that, don't worry," in a voice that is deep and inviting and far too enticing for his own good.

i am a whore for namgi. i just need them so badly. part 2 is going to absolutely destroy my sanity and i will gladly allow it to happen. ILOVE YOU MOTHER THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY TO UHHHHHH I DONT KNOW UMMMMMM LOSE MY GOD DAMN MIND?!?!??!!? YES.

MY CHILD HELLO!!!!! 😍🥰🥰

foaming at the mouth sounds like a serious condition, i hope you are ok!!! 😉 wow, indeed, hehehe!!! thank you so much for these kind words!!! i am thrilled and honored that you love this fic so much!!!

listen: there is a chance that the fest will release the fic on ao3 tomorrow, and if that is the case, i will just post part 2 tomorrow. it's already formatted and ready to go! 😁 so you may not have to suffer for too long!!! one to two days, only!!! you can do it, i believe in you!!!

ah, i love to write namgi and i am so glad you love the way i do! they are my favorites, which i am sure is clear, and i find them so easy to write. as easy as breathing. AND THAT PART HAHAHA AHHHHHH YES wow what was i thinking??? a flip switches and Namjoon becomes a MENACE. just wait haha. poor Yoongi is going to really Go Through It™. as will you. as did i, when i wrote it. nobody is safe.

I, TOO, LOVE YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR MESSAGE!!! messages are literally the lifeblood, like i cannot tell you how much it boosts my serotonin and makes me wanna get out there and write some more!!! 💘🍧💝🎈🌷🥺💜🎁🎉💐🍦🐺🌙

#lovely anon #reader reviews #fic: one day at a time #you've got mail 💌

[ackerfics]

just say it, ditto: eren jaeger

— i got nothing to lose, i keep falling for you; ra ta ta ta, there goes my heart.

eren jaeger x female reader

summary: each note eren's heart sings is about you. it's only a matter of time yours sing about him, too.

word count: 6.8k

notes: i am proud to say that this is my comeback in posting full fics here. now watch me never posting one after months. jk. but still, i'm rusty when writing longer fics so i hope you enjoy this one! treat this as a gift for being one of the 2,000 people who made this blog possible <3 + it's pretty obvious newjeans is my favorite kpop group rn oop

— You’ve long since given up on relationships.

How many partners has it been since the start of university? With how that sounds, one will think that you’ve been breaking hearts around Paradis University; notorious for being a heartless individual with no value for the depth of emotions. That assumption rings false. One hand can sum up everything romantic you’ve experienced but these relationships felt longer than the time span they actually had that you’ve lost count of them. Everything becomes hazy to a point that everything morphs into a misty film reel, unlike the rose-colored lens you’ve always seen the world with even without the pretense of falling in with someone. You’re not one to be desperate for this fickle thing called love but every once in a while, you crave blanketing words that make you see flowers, unbridled laughter amidst piles of note revisions and readings, and hugs that feel like a warm cup of coffee in a chilly night of loneliness.

Your relationships always end in the same way — they couldn’t handle the way that you see and do things; the way you have to be the last one to have the say in an argument, how you should be left alone when you’re too immersed in finishing your tasks, or when you have the tendency to be absent despite being there for them (if that makes any sense). They say you’re too focused on your goals (there’s nothing wrong with trying to finish college just to be in one of the country’s best medical schools) or you’re too snarky and blunt for them to handle (you have a bad day when this happens).

So, you just let them go. Let them win.

It’s not that you’re tired of those repeating circles of words but because they’re right. You’ve been too snarky, picky when you’re eating something, focused on your future, never clingy for someone to be called a significant other — you just don’t have the strength to continue having those relationships even though you’ve seen the world in pink when you’re with them.

The break-ups all end on a sour note, like the time you’ve been given a piece of candy without being told it’s the sourest shit on the planet. Maybe that is why you’ve been scared of romance, to begin with — the appearance may seem sweet but you’ve taken a bite, and everything takes a turn for the worse. Yeah, you understand that relationships can have their ups and downs; but when you’ve heard your boyfriend talk to his friends about how you’re so irritating and downright rude most of the time, him crossing the line as he said that this specific girl from the other class is far sexier than you can ever be and that he wants to fuck her instead (coupled with a few explicit crafting of words that disgusted even your most open-minded friends) … You have already dropped the paper bag filled with his favorite food.

That’s just one of the break-ups. God knows how much patience you have for going through much worse.

Besides, you like spending your junior year with fewer worries than the previous years.

But sometimes, you always think of how lonely you are; like what does it feel like to have someone so patient that they assure you they’re always there for you? Or to feel so secure in a relationship that it’s like a warm fireplace, which can go on for so many hours keeping you warm and safe? You swear you don’t want your heart broken again but you still crave that rush love brings to you.

It doesn’t help that you see these things in your best friend.

Eren Jaeger is someone who you completely met by chance back in freshman year, back when you were all about making sure that your marks are pristine and that your parents can have another opportunity in being the proudest that they can get.

You remember him lingering in the doorway of your dorm room, something that you were wary about until he turned around to face you with this comical teary face that didn’t fit in with his overall broody aesthetic. He claimed that Mikasa, his best friend, and practically sister since they grew up together in the same house and your roommate, accidentally took his wallet back to your dorm room. One thing you know about Mikasa in the three weeks you’ve roomed with her is that she sleeps like a bear in hibernation. So, you unlocked the door to your dorm room and told him that there was nothing to worry about because you’d get his wallet and attached keys. That way, he could have his merry way home and he would be a passing face in university. Until he invited you to have dinner with him as thanks.

You accepted since it was free food and you just got out of a three-hour lecture.

The rest is history. It was there you got to know Eren as more than just Mikasa’s childhood friend. He asked you why you picked your major, you asked him how he was faring in his — the night ended with you two exchanging numbers and following each other on your socials.

He’s seen all of your failed relationships. While Mikasa tears up with you and Armin consoles you by rubbing your back, Eren is the embodiment of anger.

He once threatened to storm out of your dorm room to fight your ex after one break-up that had you picking up the broken shards of your self-esteem and confidence. He didn’t even hear Mikasa shouting for him to calm the fuck down but all it took was for you to plead for him to stay and never make a wrong decision.

“Eren, just stay,” your breath hitched with how hard you were crying. The break-up drained you for an entire day. Your ex dared to lay out every wrong and insecurity you felt to make him feel protected — that he would have a better relationship if he went out with the girl he met a few weeks after you two started dating. You look up at Eren, your bottom lip wobbling. “Don’t go out there.”

His entire demeanor softened. Walking to you, he sat on his haunches in front of you, his stare never wavering as he regarded the way your tears made your eyelashes clump together. Why’d you had to be pretty even when crying? He pushed the thought away and clasped the hands wringing the material of your skirt into both of his. The door behind you two closed — an indication that Mikasa gave you two the privacy you both needed, the girl decided to spend the rest of the day with Armin, who was begging to be updated on what was happening to you. Eren was sure the two of them would buy some groceries, anything you prefer, just to make you feel better. They’re awesome like that. Everything blurred into nothing when you’re in his view. You kept silently crying and while he still found you beautiful, he was itching to start a fight with that asshole of an ex you had.

Eren lifted your entwined hands to his lips, kissing them and making time stop. “I’m going to beat him,” he murmured against your knuckles.

You shook your head.

“He made you cry.”

You still shook your head, bowing to curtain your face with your hair.

“I hate it when someone makes you cry.” He gulped down the nervousness clogging his throat. “I fucking hate it when they managed to make the most amazing person fall in love with them and just break her heart after. Sweetheart, you don’t deserve to be treated like this.” The term of endearment flowed from his tongue like it was meant to — natural. “You deserve so much more than this. You deserve…” Was he about to say, me? What the fuck was he thinking? Now, he was the one who shook his head, mainly to dispel the thought from his head. “You know,” his voice was so quiet, “someone is willing to give you the love you deserve and it will take some time to meet them.”

You took your hands from him and he panicked. Did he say something wrong? Synonymous thoughts pulsed through the walls of his head, that was until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. With the way he was still sitting on his haunches, his face became buried in your chest. It was almost like you were the one comforting him and not the other way around. He should be the one doing the comforting but God damn it, your warmth made him melt in everything that you encompassed — scent, presence, just you and only you.

“I’m tired of finding that love.”

“You have me — us, Mikasa, Armin, and the rest of our friends,” the way he saved himself was pathetic.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You know I love you, right?”

Damn, there went that squeeze around his heart. He knew the meaning behind those words. You meant it in a more platonic manner because you never once said those three weighty words to your ex-boyfriends. Those who had the luxury to receive the phrase from you were your friends and it sadly included him. He didn’t want to walk around in this position. He wanted to be more. But that would mean you discovering his feelings for you. And yes, they ran deeper than the trenches discovered by mankind. You made him feel that kind of love — the type that gave him butterflies, tornadoes, bonfires, and all the seasons combined. You were the reason why he smiled most of the day, the reason why he looked at everything through a lens that presented all the colors in the spectrum and not just the usual hazy pink. 

“Eren?”

He buried his face deeper in your chest, the song of your heartbeat lulling him. He wished it was faster like the way his own tapped inside him.

“I know.”

He once again masked everything by saying the words back, with more ferocity and affection and intensity than yours did.

“I love you, too.”

That day was the reason why you stopped entering into relationships not worth your time.

You deserve a love that is more than what you seek from forgettable faces.

So, you focus on yourself … and the way Eren makes you question these budding feelings now that junior year rolls around.

“Where did you get this?” Eren asks when he trails his eyes on your hand sitting idly on top of the desk the private study rooms of the library offer.

He’s sitting beside you trying to get some work done before finishing the study session and getting some food from the nearby restaurants in the university town (which is a short walk from the library you both chose). What should be a group session becomes a pair because apparently; Mikasa has to go prepare for her mock trial with the rest of her class, Armin has to finish the pending experiment his group is doing for one of his laboratory classes, Jean has to be a fucking responsible teaching assistant for once in his life, Sasha has to cover some restaurant for her review (the deadline being later at midnight), and Connie has to attend his goldfish’s funeral (he doesn’t have a goldfish; their dorm building doesn’t even allow pets).

You find their excuses plausible except for Connie, bless his soul and his imaginary goldfish. So, now you spend the rest of the free day with Eren in the library, booking one of the study rooms for some well-deserved peace. You’re listening to some of your favorite songs when he speaks, catching his lips moving at the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm?” you hum while pulling down your headphones around your neck.

“This.” The moment he takes your hand in his, your heart starts pacing faster. “Where did you get this?” Eren carefully and softly runs his finger on the spots of red on the skin of two of your fingers. The scars seem fresh because you flinch. “Sorry,” he whispers.

“I didn’t realize I had that until Mikasa pointed it out actually,” you answer him.

He winces. “You don’t have any band-aids?”

You shake your head. “I forgot to buy some.” The way he stares at you makes you pout. “I did forget, Eren.”

“Yeah, yeah, got that.”

You’re about to go back to studying when you feel a pair of lips graze the scars on your hand. Time slows down and you swear you witness the room illuminate. Eren has his eyes closed, his long eyelashes tickling your skin. You forget to breathe when he opens them to give you the sight of his teal irises reflecting your wide-eyed image. His lips are still on your hand, the tingling sensation of his growing smile traveling through your arm and to your chest, warming up every part of your body until you feel your face flare. The gesture is completely new to you.

“There,” Eren says. “Tell me if the pain starts acting up,” he pulls back and leans on his chair, your hand still tenderly cradled on his palm. “I’ll take it away.”

You take your hand from his and hide it from behind the sleeve of your fluffy cardigan. You try to bring back your concentration but all you can think of is the feeling of his lips on your fingers. While you’re berating yourself, you never notice Eren grinning beside you, his heart thankful that your friends ditched you two in this study session.

It’s only when you two walk to your favorite restaurant that you register how annoyingly cheesy all that was.

Today is not your day.

You’re walking in the halls of your department building and even with the flow of liveliness surrounding you, all you hear are muffled noises and the deafening footsteps echoing on the floor. You were doing fine when you entered your first lecture of the day — more than usual it seemed. The friends you made in some of your classes saw how you cackled near tears at some unfunny joke that shouldn’t warrant that much hysterical laughter. Nobody would even suspect that you feel so sucked of all the vibrancy you always carry in the pockets of your jeans after continuous periods of sitting on different-structured chairs and having to participate in some impromptu recitations. You love being in university — you really do. It’s just that there are certain aspects of it and specific time frames that you have to admit how exhausted you are. So, as your friends chatter around you, you keep your head angled to the floor, your hands keeping the laptop case close to your chest.

The conversation unfolding in your presence is interesting but all you can manage are tiny hums of agreement or weak chuckles. The subject switches from enduring another period of recits, to the laboratory reports that needed to be turned in, to how there should be another store in the university town that sells any kind of food, and to who is the reddest flag among your peers. It’s almost like you’re watching shows with your father — always flipping the channel until he finds the one he’s most comfortable with.

Your mind is both empty and running a thousand miles per step. Sleep beckons you in a way that you have no say over. You’re pretty sure Mikasa is going to cook something delectable as always — that’s one thing you’re looking forward to when you go home to your shared apartment. A heavy sigh comes out of your chest, lifting your shoulders from the weight Atlas transferred on you.

Looking at the floor becomes bland and you have to lift your eyes to what’s in front of you.

Right at the end of the hallway, where the building lets the outside light pass through the entrance and exit doors, are Eren and some of his classmates, probably just coming out of a recent class, judging by their sluggish nature. You two share the same department building despite having different majors — him with his pre-med and you with neuroscience. You recognize some of them in the group photos Eren was tagged in on Instagram, like that boy with auburn hair who sneers every time someone so much as breathes within the same space as Eren or that boy with the slicked-back blond hair and army green bomber jacket. And in the middle of the group is one of your best friends, teal eyes hooded with boredom and hair tied up in that effortless bun he likes so much. He doesn’t see you yet and you have the urge to call out to him but you don’t find the energy to. Your social battery is already on the brink of shutting down and guilt starts dripping into your stomach.

Almost like he senses you, Eren meets your eyes.

He stops in the middle of the hallway with his hands in his pockets and eyebrows furrowed. You keep walking with your now curious friends. Who is this guy staring at us? Wait, he’s kinda hot though. Damn it, now I have another crush in this stupid university. You can hear them talking but you see nobody but him, your sneaker-clad feet carrying you closer to him.

With only a few paces separating you from him, he retracts his hands from his pockets and opens his arms with that lax posture of his. His friends are looking at him like he’s crazy but you know what he’s doing.

Your lip wobbles and you let out a shaky breath. You’re walking faster now. Just a couple of steps away.

Eren wraps his arms around you once you reach him.

He threads his fingers through your hair, cradling your head close to his chest, while his other arm secures you to his body, silently pleading for you to never stray far. There’s a pounding in the air, with you not knowing whose heart composes the vivace tune; because right now, you can feel your heart racing despite the calm Eren induces in you.

You two stay like that — suspended at the moment. Nothing in the world matters except for you two. Words aren’t exchanged. The moment Eren sees you walking that way, he instantly knows. You have that connection with him. One look is all it takes for him to swoop in and let you feel that you have someone to lean on as he leans on you. You feel that sentiment in the way he slightly tightens his hold around you, pressing you more so that all you can hear is his breathing and his unsaid thoughts. The scent he carries entangles with yours, similar to how your hearts beat in complement to one another. You bury your face in his chest and he buries his own in your hair. The exhaustion makes your joints creak and your dim world seeps away the longer he softly scratches your scalp with tender strokes.

You nearly cry as his lips seal this moment with a firm kiss on the crown of your head.

“I got you,” Eren whispers to your ears only. “I always got you.”

Shit, there goes your heart.

“Your next lecture is still an hour later, right? Let’s go get some coffee.”

For the first time in months, hope blossoms and you willingly let it fester.

“You okay?” Mikasa asks you as soon as she gets inside your shared apartment. She slides her tote bag from her shoulder, all the while never taking her eyes off you as you stare at nothing in the living room, your revisions and notes scattering the coffee table. “Babes?” The term of endearment is so natural between you and Mikasa but you’re so out of it that you don’t hear her call for you. “[Name].” She taps your nose with the tip of her finger.

“Oh, welcome home,” you greet once you get out of that daze.

Mikasa looks at you a second longer and places her hand on your forehead.

“Mikasa?”

“No signs of fever,” she murmurs, cupping your face in her hands. “You’re not overworking yourself again, are you?” Her voice gains that stern tone. Trust Mikasa to always pull you to the ground whenever you have one of those study sprees, only having coffee for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “You know it hurts me to see you overworking. Hold on, let me whip up something for you.”

How can you tell her that you’ve been feeling unproductive because of her closest person? Because of that little heartstopping moment earlier, you’ve been in a constant spiral, neglecting your school work even when you already laid out everything in front of you. This isn’t like you at all — you’ve never been distracted because of a guy. You wonder what’s so different now. Eren has hugged you multiple times in the past and you even initiate most of them. So, why are you starting to sift through your memories with him and watching them in these pink-hazed 3D glasses? Every smile, every laugh, every eye contact that has you feeling like you’re the only person in the world for him … or just the way he makes your day better just by being there. You remember all the times he was about to storm across the cafeteria upon seeing one of your exes and the anger he embodied when he thinks of the way you’re always hurt.

This is bad — you’re seeing him differently after that hug and impromptu cafe hang-out.

The weight of that realization makes your heart race in a completely new tune, much clearer and melodic than the times you thought you experienced love in one of its forms.

“Mikasa.”

“Hmm?”

You can hear a pan sizzling from the kitchen. You remain looking at the coffee table, right at your phone lighting up with a notification, showing the world your wallpaper. Eren changed it to a picture of you two for fun. He was kissing your cheek, with you captured in a beautiful candid shot. You were laughing at the tickling sensation coming from his lips smiling against your skin. You never changed it. Mikasa chuckled to herself the first time she saw it. You could almost hear her say ‘idiots’ under her breath.

“Am I allowed to feel love again?”

You can sense your roommate turn around. It’s silent until she speaks in a clear voice, “You’re always allowed to feel love, [Nickname].”

“But what if I ruin it?”

Mikasa purses her lips. “You have never ruined anything. You might have small faults in those relationships but if your exes appreciated you just like they claimed, you wouldn’t hurt like this.” You’re still quiet and Mikasa thoughtfully turns back to make you a proper meal while continuing, “It’s okay to be afraid, [Nickname]. Falling in love is always a risk but it’s not good if you prevent it from happening. If that right someone comes, the jump you took to follow your feelings will be worth it in the end. It might cost you more heartbreaks along the way but everything will be amazing when that person is by your side.”

“And if I think I found him?”

The sound of Mikasa’s spatula stops, and the sizzle of the onions, garlic, and other vegetables persists through this pause. You take a peek at your roommate from behind the curtain of your hair, her back rigid and her hand holding the spatula hovering over the pan. “Miki?”

The girl shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I just remembered something,” she hastily tells you before swiveling to face you. Mikasa only displays emotions around certain people and you wish you could laugh at the disbelieving yet confused face she gives you right now. “You found him? And you think he’s the right someone for you?” She makes sure she doesn’t sound that skeptical to not hurt you anymore but she can’t help but feel like she’s been missing out on this recent development in your life. You've been roommates since freshman year and every time you fall in love, Mikasa is a witness to it, but not this one. This is a shock for her.

You nod at her, choosing not to use your voice this time

“Do I know this person?”

Your heart makes a flip in your chest. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugs. “Just checking. You know, to make sure. So, tell me about this lucky guy.”

“He … wears his heart on his sleeve.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “Even though that’s considered a weakness by some people, he manages to come this far by doing that. It’s one of the many things I adore about him.” You laugh a little. “He’s a little reckless most of the time. Oh, and he’s so brazen and sometimes broody, too. Those are some of the reasons why he gets into arguments with our friends. But even with all of that, he’s so attentive. The thing about people who wear their hearts on their sleeves is that they know when someone needs solace. He does that all the time and even without saying anything, my day just gets better with one hug from him.” You gain a blue blanket over yourself. “I just wish that I can give him the affection and care he’s always giving me. I know I’m bad at giving but … I’m willing to try for him.”

You look up and you feel your face heat up when you see Mikasa gawking at you. You watch as her face morphs into a rare smile that reaches her eyes. If you squint, you can see her holding back her squeal.

“And for that, I’m making this even more delicious just for you!”

And before you can call out to her, she’s going back and forth in the kitchen like a madwoman. Bewilderment is an understatement. One will think that Mikasa is the person falling in love inside this apartment and not you. A puff of laughter comes out of your lips, endeared by the sight of your best friend slash roommate being this ecstatic at the possibility of you in a stable and healthy development of feelings. You perch your chin on your propped elbow. Maybe you should hit up her favorite restaurant in the university town as a token of your gratitude, one that stems from three years of bonding.

“Confess to her.”

“Well, good-fucking-morning to you, too, Mikasa.”

It’s six in the morning on a Saturday. Eren deserves a full ten-hour cycle of sleep after that horrifying week he just survived. 

“Oh, did I wake you up?”

Eren pulls away his phone from his ear and glares at it, hoping that the girl on the other side of the call picks up on this ominous atmosphere he‘s starting to create. “What do you think?” He spits, particularly snappy at anyone, even the person he grew up with, for disrupting his previously-earned slumber (for once in university, he finally has the chance to enjoy sleep without worrying over deadlines). He internally cries when he feels the last tendrils of drowsiness seep out of his skin and onto the open windows letting in a new dawn. He wants to go back to sleep but with Mikasa’s call, he pitifully kisses that goodbye.

“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry.

“You don’t sound sorry,” Eren grumbles. “Why’d you call?”

A maniacal giggle tickles his ear, sending a shiver of fear down his spine.

“What the fuck—?”

“I have news.”

“Really?” He incredulously exclaims. “At six in the morning? Can’t you wait until like, what, later at noon to tell me? You know it’s my day off right now.”

“It’s about [Name].”

That catches Eren’s attention and he nearly throws himself off the bed.

“What?” He hastily stands up and fumbles to his closet for some decent clothing. “Is she alright? Is she hurt? Where is she right now? Does she need me to pick her up?” Silence is his answer. Eren again looks at his phone before putting it right next to his ear. “Mikasa? You still there?”

“Eren.”

“Yeah?”

“You have to confess to her.”

“What?”

He can feel Mikasa roll her eyes. “It’s just like I said. Confess.”

Eren slowly takes a few steps back until his knees hit the mattress, letting him on the plush mattress. “What brought this on?” It’s not the first time his best friend tells him to pour all his well-kept emotions into you, the reason for his giddy smiles and sweet nights. Just thinking of letting you know of this three-year worth of feelings makes his heart beat faster. What if you reject him? He’s seen you swerve from any romantic advances a person sends your way, he’s seen you cry over assholes who thought it was best to play with you, and he’s seen you content with this relationship you have with him. Eren sighs out a breath tainted with the scent of the yellow tulips and pink camellias sprouting in his ribcage. It’s almost pitiful how heavy his sigh is. “And why are you so sure about this?”

“I know things you don’t.”

He scoffs, running his hand through his hair, the wavy brown strands falling over his collarbone. “Look, Meeks,” the nickname is always there when he’s feeling unsure of himself, “I’ve thought about it, okay? But I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Trust me on this one, Eren. Maybe you can even thank me in the future.”

“Mikasa,” he warns.

“Eren, you have nothing to worry about. She said some things to me last night and I think you have a chance. This will be the time you can finally be with her and this will also be the time she can have someone who’s going to wholeheartedly love her in a way that she should be loved. This is your chance—”

Eren tightly closes his eyes at every word Mikasa spews out. His chest is rapidly going up and down until, “I’m scared.”

“What?”

“I’m scared,” he enunciates as if talking to a pesky sibling (which is how she’s acting right now). “I’m fucking terrified, alright?”

He curses when he feels a stinging in his eyes. He’s not about to cry right now — not when Mikasa is on the other side of the phone. He knows how she is when he cries. Eren remembers that one time he bawled his eyes out when his mother decided it would be nice to keep all his games away for one night because he was acting like a brat. Mikasa sneaked into his parents’ room in the middle of the night and successfully took his game from their closet. Thank God his parents weren’t about to give him a baby sibling that night. Nonetheless, Mikasa’s protective instincts for her friends flare when they cry. She does that with him, Armin, and especially you. You’ve practically replaced Eren as her top priority. So, right now, Eren hopes Mikasa doesn’t hear the wobble in his voice but that’s highly unlikely.

He continues, “[Name] swore off relationships after her last heartbreak during sophomore year. I’m not about to go up to her and tell her ‘Hey, I’ve been crushing on you so so bad since we were freshmen and I know you probably see me as a friend but how about that date? You look lovely by the way’. It’s not that easy, Meeks. I … freeze when those words come up.” And when you look at him with those eyes he dreams about waking up to every morning — curved like crescents with genuine happiness and love for him, Eren’s a goner. You have that effect on him. Time slows and everything dissolves into nothing when you’ve only done one thing, and that’s smiling at him. God, he’s so in love with you that the thorns are starting to sprout with the flowers. “It’s pathetic.”

With the pause on the other side of the call, Eren would think that Mikasa drops it.

“Mikasa?”

“... She’s ready to love again, Eren, and she’s ready to do it with you in the picture.”

A goddess of time, that’s what you are, because, at those words, Eren’s entire world stops.

“I won’t say exactly what she said because that would mean telling on her but,” Eren hears a smile on Mikasa’s voice, “she told me she found the right someone for her and I think, scratch that, I know it’s you, Eren. So, take the risk and confess to her, you idiot.”

“Do you think she’d accept it? My confession?”

“I’m confident that she will.”

The moment Mikasa hangs up to cook you some breakfast, Eren is already out the door.

You’re in the process of placing things in your school bag for your study session in the nearest library when the doorbell rings.

Mikasa is in the kitchen cooking up a storm, something about giving you a bento box for your grueling revisions so that you won’t have to spend a couple of dollars for a cafeteria ticket, so you’re the one closest to the front door. You leave your bag and belongings on the couch, thinking that maybe Sasha wants to join you and Mikasa for some early breakfast. But then, the girl wakes up in the middle of the day during weekends. You now wonder who’s incessantly pressing the doorbell like they’re a kid in the Halloween season begging for the owner of the house for some free candy that they will neglect after a day. You refrain from grumbling out profanities and quickly open the door without a word. The irritated cloud hanging over your head clears at the sight in front of you. It’s replaced with warmth and a soft tune emanating from your chest.

Eren looks like he’s run a marathon, hands on his knees and hunching on his back to catch his breath.

“Eren, what are you doing here?” You ask him, looking back over your shoulder to check on Mikasa. You turn back to him once you see her preoccupied with cooking. “Come in. I’ll get you some water.”

“No,” he straightens his posture, “I’m alright.” He takes a couple of deep breaths, almost like he’s trying to gather courage. You never take your eyes off him. You’ve seen him with unbound hair; but seeing it after admitting to yourself that you’re having feelings for him, it’s not exactly kind to your heart. The glow of the early sun illuminating the window at the end of the hallway creates this illusion of a halo around his head. With the smile on his face, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes and lets his little dimple peek through, you can’t help but think that he’s here to conduct this song beating inside your chest. You only blink when he sheepishly scratches his nape and says, “Can you come out here for a sec?”

You’re about to peek at Mikasa when he adds, “Please?”

His eyes flicker behind you but he tenderly wraps his hand around your wrist before you can even turn your head and pulls you out of the doorway.

“Eren, what is this about—?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart is beating a song and each note is about Eren Jaeger.

“And I have for quite some time. Since freshman year exactly. I’m so fucking in love with you that you’re the first thought I have in the morning and the memory I replay in my mind to sleep at night. You consume me, [Name], and God, I don’t know what I’d do if you start searching for love again. I don’t want you to find the one you’re looking for in someone that’s not me. Call me selfish but I decided that I'd gladly be that just to tell you my feelings. I don’t want to make a regret that will haunt me my whole life onward so, here I am, telling you how much I love you and I don’t want you with somebody else.” He’s breathing heavily again. “Woo, that feels so good to let out,” Eren murmurs under his breath, his head tilted back to blink away any sheen of tears.

Now that he’s said his piece, it’s your turn.

You can’t comprehend looking for any shed of love since you started university when it’s right in front of you — holding your hand when you cross the street, attentively listening to you as you ramble about your newest hyper fixation of the week, hugging you in the middle of the hallway when you have a bad day, kissing the scars you’re unaware of having, giving you the love and appreciation you deserve above all else … love has always been in the form of Eren, one of your best friends. You regret never seeing it come to light sooner. You place the palm of your hand over your trembling mouth. His expression wilts when he sees your teary state. They finally trickle down your cheeks as his large hands cup your face in a hold that says you’re more fragile than a lone bubble drifting in the air. 

“Hey,” Eren breathes, his head ducking to meet your eyes. “Don’t cry. It pains me to see you cry.”

“But you—”

“It’s the truth. But if you feel like it’s making you sad, I’m taking it back.”

“No!” You cover his hands with yours. He blinks in surprise. “I’m just so happy, Eren.” You let out a watery laugh in between his palms.

Eren feels his breath taken away. “What?”

You nod with a large smile. “I’m happy you said those words. I,” you choke up; you haven’t received this intense of a confession in your lifetime, “because I—” he looks so expectant that a little laugh bubbles in your throat. You lean into his touch and beam the most radiant smile you ever give someone, “I’m starting to fall in love with you.” At his stunned silence, you continue. “And I’m sorry for being so late at reciprocating, but don’t worry because I’m saying it back now, Ren.”

Eren explodes, “Fuck yes!”

And then, he hugs you close, letting you hear the tumultuous beat his heart is telling you. His laughter beckons yours to bubble from your chest, molding together harmoniously as the sun fully waves her greeting to the world. He blankets you in one of his embraces, but this time, he’s taking this chance to pull you closer than usual. Eren is this happy to know you are accepting his confession and returning his feelings, how much more if you’re going to build a slow romantic relationship with him? You’re not going to lie, the thought of you and him being each other’s partners spurs spring to grow inside your chest. You place your forehead on his chest for a moment, only pulling away when he once again cups your face in his palms. The melodic laughter coming from you sings its notes with every kiss Eren gently presses on every inch of skin his lips can find. Your forehead, temples, cheeks, eyelids, nose, the corners of your mouth — and all of them tickle each butterfly tingling your stomach. 

He only pauses when he’s in front of your lips. You open your eyes to find Eren staring at you with the immutable essence of love within his limbal rings. His pupils cover the majority of his iris until only a tiny ring of emerald peeks through. Your reflection is clear enough to see your wide-eyed expression. You expect him to kiss you breathlessly, erasing every thought in your brain so early in the morning, but instead, he nuzzles his nose against yours, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“We’ll take this slow, okay?” Eren whispers only for you to hear, not even the potted plant idly sitting by your apartment’s door can listen in. “I know you’re tentative but I’m willing to be patient. I will wait for you no matter how long it takes like I’ve waited three years for you to finally see me differently. And you don’t have to worry because, sunshine, I’m always here to catch you, to care for you, to love you with everything I have. So, are you willing to give me a chance?”

You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. You nod, “Yeah. If it’s you, I’m ready to give romance a chance again, pretty boy.”

His grin can make a thousand moons shine.

“We have nothing to lose.”

“Yeah.”

“I finally have you with me.”

“I’m now with you, Ren.”

“God, sunshine, I’m so in love with you.”

"And I'm falling for you, pretty boy."

#— rory's passages 🌼 #— serotonin boost 💐 #eren attack on titan #eren x reader #eren x you #aot x reader #attack on titan eren #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #attack on titan imagines #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #eren x y/n

[imhereforscm]

Good morning 💜

Morning morning!!! (It's actually afternoon, but okay)

Last night I didn't just freaking sleep. I nearly slipped into a coma.

I just woke up and it's 1:10 pm lol.

My plans for the day are eating.... Eating..... Eating..... Eati-

Do y'all know ✨souvlaki✨?😩😩✨✨(*sounds of a bunch of Greeks cheering*)

Anywayyyyy, I hope you all had and will keep having a wonderful day!!!💖💖💖💖🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

Have a song I like, because why not? It's very hopeful and an instant serotonin boost.💐

If you want to listen on you tube⬇️💕

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

lcbab was such a serotonin boost. perfect for magnus bday

thank you for writing 💐

#just my love for mr Magnus bane flowing throughout the fic #LCBAB

[prapais]

zozo, my beloved! i just came here to say that i absolutely adore your sets 😭 caption queen but also your tags are always so funny, i’m happy whenever you post! thank you so much for all your work 💖💞

THE WAY I TEARED UP 🥺🥺🥺🥺 pls this is so so cute i got so happy reading this!!!! it’s sooo so nice of u to send me this and im so glad you like my gifs, thing like this make posting them 1000 times better 😭🌷

thank u for the serotonin boost lovely, i appreciate it tons!! 🤍💐🥺

#coming here to things like this in my inbox im🥰🥰🥰 #thank u so much 😭 #asks #anon #z.🐈

[jakekgs]

omg i should ask more WHICH ALBUMS?? speaking of ateez i'm getting into them now ;) FIREWORKS IS MY SONG I LOVE IT SO MUCH and and i got my line too i think !! seonghwa hongjoong and yeosang my beloveds

i'm doing pretty good i also have school next week ... which is Not Good i'm gonna have to cut back on my staying up hours </3 good luck with your exams you're so big brain you'll do so well <33

STOP I SMILE AT YOUR NOTIFS TOO ILY ILY

AGH ok ok so!!!! for txt i’m getting frost (you version, PLS MANIFEST I GET BEOMGYU MY BELOVED again) for ateez i’m getting zero: fever part two (diary version!! AGAIN I RLLY DONT MIND WHO I GET THATS MY ULT GROUP RIGHT THERE <33) and i recently bought dimension: dilemma (odysseus ver) to complete my collection of having all three versions since dimension: dilemma is probs my fav enhypen album!!! i’ve been so fortunate with pulls for enhypen so far, both times i’ve gotten sunghoon and then i pulled heeseung (i gave his pc to my friend who loves him HELP-) and sunoo (my other beloved) SO, with any hope at all i’d love to pull jake (my number one enhypen boy!!!) or even riki since i adore him too!

ANDHDJDHS VAL IN THEIR ATEEZ ARC WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!! I ADORE UR LINE GIVE THEM KISSES FROM ME!!! mine changes constantly except from wooyoung (that man will never be knocked off the top spot i promise) but i’m so glad you’re enjoying them!! AND YES FIREWORKS!!! the studio choom for fireworks was… life changing. thank you for your service studio choom! pls don’t hesitate to reach out if you’d want me to make you a playlist of my fav songs of theirs!!! i recently did it for another friend of mine and it brings me SO MUCH JOY!!! (either that or a super in depth list… i am here!)

THANK U SO MUCH??? they aren’t super super important (at least that’s what i’m telling myself) but i’m with you when it comes to the sleeping hours omg… i keep making it to 3/4am and then passing the point of needing sleep ??? it rlly isn’t normal for me to then sleep at 7 am when i get woken up at 10???? great minds think alike! 😏

#💐. val #I NEED TO STOP TALKING ABT MYSELF SO MYCHFJD #i get very excited for albums #that small serotonin boost is unbeaten #SUNGHOON SYCLLA VER IS CURRENTLY IN MY PHONE CASE #looking fine as hell too-