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fishonthem00n · 6 months

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An Introductory Post

◇ hello there

◇ my name is Alex, and I have been on my shifting journey for about 3 years as of writing this. I've had a few experiences in different realities that I will go into detail about later, but first I wanna say go follow my partner @homebeyondstars for even more shifting goodness. (and a cuter blog owner). y'all can ask me anything about my DRs and experiences, I like talking about them <3

◇ sorry if this is long winded

My Focus DRs:

♡ Stardew Valley (harvey <3)

♡ Hogwarts (ravenclaw, set in 2012)

♡ Pokémon (traveling Pokémon care expert in Alola)

♡ Yuurivoice

My Planned DRs:

♡ Dragon Ball Z (saiyan adopted by bulma)

♡ Tinker Bell (animal fairy)

♡ The Arcana (julian <3)

♡ MCU (basically beast boy)

♡ Skyrim

♡ The Lion King

♡ Kung Fu Panda

♡ Twilight

♡ Unus Annus

♡ How to Train Your Dragon

♡ Legend of Zelda: Breath Of The Wild

My Experiences

♤ my first shift happened only a month or so after starting the journey three years ago. I had made a MHA DR for my first one, which is now basically retired due to me growing out of it. it was a thing where I was living with the League of Villains (if you don't know MHA those are indeed the villains and very not good people). anyways. I meditated before hand, listened to a Raven method subliminal, and went to sleep. I woke up standing in my DR bedroom with the lights off. the only thing illuminating it was the light from the two fish tanks i had scripted in. the sheets on the bed were also visibly black, which I had scripted as well. I very clearly remember the door being ajar and being nervous that Dabi would walk in. from outside my room I could also hear a TV playing the news but couldn't make out what they were saying. I woke up in my CR after a couple minutes total.

♤ my second experience also comes from this same DR. I don't remember what I did before sleeping, but I had a dream about my teeth falling out into the bathroom sink. at some point I became aware that it was a dream, and became lucid. so, to test my control over the dream, I mentally summoned Bucky Barnes from the MCU. it worked, he appeared, and that was all I needed. I willed myself to shift from the dream and ended up in my DR bedroom again. it looked exactly as I had scripted, and I could see everything this time. I passed by a mirror and noticed I still looked like my CR self. so, I verbally spoke the affirmation I used to describe my DR self whenever I would do methods, and I kinda shapeshifted into my DR self. it was crazy ngl. then I went outside my room and into the living room only to find some of the League there. Toga and Dabi were both sitting on different couches, and they looked like they were having a sleepover or something. Toga waved and said hi to me excitedly, and Dabi was too focused on his phone to notice me. I heard Shigaraki say something from behind me which scared me so bad I got thrown back into another dream that I can't remember. the air in my room felt very fresh.

♤ the third one was a weird one and came out of nowhere. I had a lucid dream where I opened my closet door and affirmed that I would shift once I entered it. and I did. I know this because the sensations were completely different from lucid dreaming. I walked down a really cramped hallway and eventually got to a room where Pewdiepie and Marzia were chilling and playing some Gundam fighter game. I chilled with them and we started talking about how some streamer stole some art I made or something, so I asked if I should start posting speedpaints to help my art be more associated with me. Pewds was like "I mean yeah, sounds good to me." I also remember he kept making the game glitch out and the model move in a weird way that made me laugh and he was like "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHIIIIING" and it was nice for my inner youtube kid brain. funnily, what shifted me back was seeing a fish tank and thinking about how much it looked like my CR tank. for some reason I woke up in my CR after that, ig I focused on it too hard

♤ the final experience is another random one and another MHA related one. and kind of a dubious lucid dream, not sure. it starts in a dream yet again where I go outside my house to the back porch and notice my hands are glowing yellow, which I had scripted for my DR quirk "soothing touch". this led me to snap into a lucid dream or minishift, I'm still not really sure. I could smell the rain, and I could feel all the physical sensations like my breath and the wood beneath my feet. Deku is on the porch with me fsr and we talk for a little bit. then he gives me a cheek kiss (not sure why) and I could VERY clearly feel how dry his hair was. like, caked with hairspray type dry. I walked over to a door and was intending on going to my DR through it, but I got woken up by a phone call. thanks @homebeyondstars <3

◇ despite not shifting fully for more than ten minutes ish after 3 years, I'm still going. and so should you. find a way to get excited for your DR, cause it is genuinely exciting having the chance to go somewhere you love at no cost. I'm not gonna stop, and I intend on visiting everywhere I want to go and learning everything I can from those experiences. happy shifting, tell me all about it when you come back <3

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community

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koboldinatimeloop · 5 months

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Chapter 0: Prologue (4)

CONTENT WARNING:

Major character death (Don't worry, she'll be fine)

Racism (Dragons be like that)

Graphic depictions of pain and death (I do not have an explanation for this one! Be wary! 'tis related to the first thing, though.)

Probably some other things I need to tag but am not sure how! Please tell me how.

You sit at your desk and tinker with some things you've been working on for a while- Nothing too important, since you need your energy for the ceremony! There's a lot of standing involved. You really hope your plan will work. And suddenly, you hear bells. The ceremony will start soon! You get up, setting down what you'd been working on, and make your way outside.

A crowd of people, you included, gather in The Square. A large platform made of stone has been created at the edge of the square with magic. Behind it, lay the dragon, Syptem. He was... more imposing than you thought. You've seen him before, but his black scales seemed to meld with the stone he lay upon, and the shadows seemed to writhe in excitement around him... But! You would be fine! Probably! M-Maybe! If you ignore the fact he's like! 20 times your size!

"SO. IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, I SUPPOSE." He took a deep breath, his head dipping slightly to signal... Something? You can't really tell.

"WELL, AH... TODAY IS THE NAMING CEREMONY FOR THREE PEOPLE. YOUR NUMBERS ARE DWINDLING, HMM? WELL, I SUPPOSE SUCH A WORTHLESS RACE WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE THIS MANY WITHOUT MY PROTECTION, SO YOU'RE ALL WELCOME. IN ANY CASE, WE WELCOME... THE CALLIGRAPHER, THE LANCER, AND THE RESEARCHER TO THE STAGE, FOR THEIR NAMING CEREMONY. EVERYBODY CHEER."

And everyone cheered, the cave filling with the echoing cacophony of WAY too many people cheering at once, as you and the other two approached the stage. The calligrapher had soft green scales- You were good friends with him. The lancer, however, you did not know. His bright blue scales blended in with the light of the moss, as if he himself was bioluminescent.

"OKAY. YOU THREE. I'LL START WITH THE GREEN ONE AND END WITH THE PURPLE ONE. AHEM. CALLIGRAPHER. YOUR NAME WILL BE CAIUS." The dragon place a claw on Caius's face, signifying the "gift" he was giving them. You feel sick. You don't know if this will work.

"OKAY, AND NOW THE LANCER. YOUR NAME WILL BE..." He paused. "HMM. YOU'RE SPECIAL, NOW THAT I LOOK AT YOU. YOUR NAME WILL BE XICEM. YES, AN X IN YOUR NAME, BE PROUD OR WHATEVER." Syptem placed a claw on Xicem- Wow that's hard to say- on Xicem's face, and a small glow ensued. Another gift.

"AND FINALLY- GOD I WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP- YOU. THE PURPLE ONE. YOU ARE. VERY UREMARKABLE. IN CONTRAST TO THE BLUE ONE. XICEM. ANYWAYS, GOT DISTRACTED. YOUR NAME WILL BE-"

"U-Uhm! Actually!" You say, a small gasp rippling through the crowd. you're not supposed to interrupt him. "I-I uhm! Would like to deny your gift. I want to l-learn things on my own, g-get better on my own." You pull the gold out of you bag, placing it on the ground in front of you. "I-I offer you this gold as compensation."

"OH. I WAS WRONG. YOU ARE, INDEED, QUITE INCREDIBLE." He said, a smirk on his face. Dragon smirks are very creepy, you realize. "INCREDIBLY ANNOYING. HOW DARE YOU DENY MY GIFT. NO ONE DENIES MY GIFT. IT MAKES YOU STRONG. MAKES YOU BETTER. WHY WOULD YOU DENY IT, PURPLE ONE? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF, KNOWING THAT I WOULD DISSAPROVE? I CANNOT HAVE YOU AS MY UNDERLING. I CANNOT HAVE ANYONE AS DISGUSTING, ANYONE AS RUDE AND UNCARING AS YOU BE MY DISCIPLE. AND THUS. YOU DON'T GET A NAME, ANNOYING ONE. YOU DON'T GET TO KEEP YOUR LIFE HERE, AFTER THAT. AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE. GUARDS. EVERYONE, ACTUALLY. CARRY HER TO THE EXIT. MAKE SURE SHE NEVER RETURNS. MAKE SURE SHE DIES. MAKE SURE SHE SUFFERS."

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no they're carrying you now you can't fight back just fight back talk to them TALK TO THEM MAKE THEM UNDERSTAND PLEASE PLEASE THIS ISN'T WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FINE WHAT HAPPENED WHAT WAS WRONG WHAT WAS WRONG you were wrong you were wrong

You were wrong. They carry you to the exit. You don't fight back. They take your satchel. You don't deserve it, you realize. You don't remember the last few minutes, nor how long you've sat here for.

You take a deep breath and assess your surroundings. Cold. Calculated. You don't think you can deal with emotions right now. behind you is a den. Your den. No longer your den, thinking about it. In front of you is darkness. And stone. You were very, very deep underground. That's where the den was. You just had to reach the surface, right? There's food there. People might care there.

You take a step forward and hear a snap. And then you don't hear anything.

And it HURTS IT HURTS OH. OH NO. YOUR TRAPS YOUR TRAPS YOU FORGOT ABOUT THEM GOD- You feel a blade slice through your legs, chopping them off. You feel a second blade come down and split your skull open.

And suddenly, you're whole. You're floating in darkness. Yet your wounds still burn. More than they had before. The insides of your legs burned, like something was trapped inside, trying to get out trying to get out trying to get out trying to get out

and your head aches. not a normal headache. like someone hit it with a hammer. that w asn't normal, righ t? you s houldn't feel like that? you can't re membe r. what c a n you rem em ber? you feel numb, now. it hurts, god it hurts. but y ou fee l no th i ng. . ?

emptiness.

a n d the n, s u dd e nl y

You hear someone. A soft voice, speaking directly into your mind. A caring voice. One you feel like you know, but you can't remember hearing.

"...Make sure today goes well."

And you wake up in your bed.

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 19

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.93K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: when it's 5 am in the morning, you kind of start to lose inspiration for banners ;-;

When you step out into the rain, you feel a bit sad, shutting the door behind you. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, trying to find Taehyung through the tinted windows, your hand lingering on the door.

You don’t want to leave, you want to hold onto him for a bit longer. Somehow, you know that if you say goodbye now, things will stay the same, you will stay the same.

Broken as you've always been.

He’s lost behind the dark, and you have to let go, turning away.

You can’t rely on him. You can’t let your burdens rest on his shoulders, you have to figure out how to solve them on your own. Nevertheless, the temptation is there. To lose yourself in the fantasy of bliss and happiness dancing in the rain.

What happens when you finally let go?

You don’t want to find out.

Inwardly, you try to swallow the lump in your throat as you leave him behind, holding tightly to the bittersweet memories he has given you.

Smiling softly to yourself, you lift your satchel to cover your head, shielding you from the rain like a little umbrella, only a few feet away from the apartment complex door. Glancing to your left, you receive a pang of nostalgia as you recognize the small bench where you waited for Jaejin before.

Was it only yesterday that you came to Korea?

You find it so hard to believe that in a mere span of 24 or so hours, so much has already happened and yet you're here.

The same as before.

You scoff a bit to yourself, finding how pathetic that is. You know you have to change, that you have to fix yourself, and find it sad that you can't seem to do it alone. The only moments where you start to feel okay are moments like today, where others can distract you and give you their strength.

Is that all you're capable of being?

A parasite that leeches off of other's happiness?

You are weak, aren’t you?

Turning away, you start to resume your trek to the safety of your apartment, your new home but pause at the sound of someone shouting behind you.

"Wait!"

It's a familiar voice, and frantic. Curious, and a bit worried, you turn around, trying to find the source of the sound. It takes you a moment to peer through the rain, but soon you can see a figure stepping out of a sleek black car that is parked on the curb.

The same car that dropped you off just moments ago.

Why hasn't he left yet?

Furrowing your brow with confusion, you step forward, but then you see him.

As the figure turns towards you, even from this distance, you’re still able to recognize his face. Why wouldn’t you, when you have been looking at it, memorizing it, adoring it throughout the 5 years you have known him? His eyes glint as they meet yours across the way and he calls out your name once more, leaving you frozen, speechless.

“Wait for me!”

Kim Taehyung, little do you know, I have been waiting for you all my life.

He starts running towards you. Through the rain, splashing through puddles, getting drenched all over again. Not even bothering to pull up his hood as he runs to reach you, his eyes never leave your gaze, braving the monster that is the storm.

You shake your head almost in disbelief as he comes to a stop before you, drenched from head to toe. He’s dripping almost as much as the clouds around you, his hair now plastered to his face. The rain has turned it from its normal dark brown shade to a deep pitch black. His clothes stick tightly to his body from the rain, all efforts to dry off in the car now futile. He shivers a bit from the cold, his teeth slightly chattering as he stands before you, those eyes boring into yours.

He must be so uncomfortable, so cold, and yet…

His eyes can’t stop shining.

You look up at him, half stunned.

“Thank goodness you heard me. I thought I would have to chase you inside.” He says, chuckling to himself. Stunned, you are frozen, your eyes wide and searching his. He notices the strange expression and tilts his head, confused.

“What is it?” he asks, but you don’t answer. He looks left and right as though he weren't the cause of your stare before bending forward and whispering…

“Do I have something on my face?”

At his question, you can’t help but chuckle.

“Yes.” You nod, lowering your satchel to rest by your hip once more and reaching around his neck, pulling the now soaked and heavy fabric of hood up to cover his head. “You have quite a few things on your face.”

Before pulling away, you can't help but absentmindedly brush a bit of his hair out of his face, your hand resting on his cold but soft cheek. He doesn’t complain, just stares at you with wide expectant eyes. His hands itch to raise and keep your comforting hand there on his cheek, but he’s too late as you slowly pull away, meeting those dark mysterious eyes.

“What were you doing?” You ask, raising a hand to shield your eyes to see him better and he stands straight, clearing his throat.

“I never got your name.” He says quite plainly, shocking you a bit.

“You came out here...for my name?” you ask, quite incredulously. “I’m sorry I--”

You’re cut off, by the hand that he holds out to you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, what’s your name?” Taking his hand after a moment, you shake it.

“My name is Lin Yen, it’s nice to meet you.” You reply and he smiles broadly, his eyes seeming to shine with a million stars.

"Was that all?” You ask him, having to raise your voice over the growing torrent of rain.

“Hardly.” He murmurs under his breath, so soft that you can't hear him. Squinting your eyes at him, you push your hair away from your face, the wind playing with it violently.

“What did you say?” You call out to him, wincing as another howl of wind shrieks in your ear. He doesn’t respond, just turns to you and holds out his hand. You give him an incredulous look, thinking he wants another handshake, but he smiles, shaking his head slightly.

“Give me your phone.” he requests, and you sigh in exasperation.

“Tae, we're in the middle of a storm, I don't--”

“I don’t care.” He says, cutting you off and you regard him in silence. “Besides, you're short enough that I could be your umbrella. So you don’t have to be so worried about the rain.” You raise your eyebrow at his statement, a bit offended. He notices your expression, but at the sight of it, his smile only grows wider, mischief playing in his eyes.

“You did not just call me short.” You warn him, crossing your arms across your chest as you wait for his response. He rolls his eyes, shrugging a bit before stepping forward, so close that he’s hovering over you.

“Just stating the facts, sweetheart,” Taehyung replies, raising his brow as though asking for a challenge. You narrow your eyes at him, pursing your lips a bit before he smirks and speaks once more. “You’re like a little fairy, and I’m your protective tree.”

He chuckles, sliding his forefinger under your chin before you pull away with a scoff. Just because some people have the biological genes that make them as tall as the freaking sky…

Tired of his incessant teasing, you raise your hand, take his nose within your fingers, and twist it lightly in retaliation, as though you were stealing it from him. He blinks, a bit surprised as you pull away smirking. Holding your thumb between your fore and middle finger, you wave your hand in front of his face, brandishing it as though it were your prize before turning on your heel and walking away.

“Come on, Mr. Tree.” You call over your shoulder and after a moment, he follows you. When you reach the small overhang above the entrance to your apartment complex, you stop and turn around to him, no longer bare to the storm. Giving him a triumphant smile, you turn to your satchel, slightly humming to yourself. “Looks like you don’t have to be an umbrella anymore.”

“Your loss, for your information I am an excellent tree.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes before resting his hands behind his neck and peeking into your apartment complex. The doors are glass, so it's not hard to see through and as you glance up from your tiny task, you smile at how cute and innocent his expression seems. When your hands finally close around your phone, you let out a small gasp of excitement, startling him. He jumps, his hands falling and resting on his chest as though to try and calm his pounding heart. Pulling it out of your satchel, you try your hardest not to burst out into laughter at the sight of his surprised expression.

“You okay there, Mr. Leafalot?” You ask and he scoffs, a bit annoyed, his soft lips pursing into a small pout.

“For one thing, I have no idea what that means.” You bite back on your laugh, snorting a bit as you raise your hand to hide your ever-growing smile.

“For another, I am perfectly fine, thank you.” Scoffing, he rubs the back of his neck glancing away from you for a moment.

“Honestly, I don't need a clumsy Tinker Bell telling me to be careful.” You roll your eyes, deciding to ignore the slight taunt he just directed your way.

“Whatever, Peter Pan.” You shoot back, earning a slightly surprised look from him. He opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off, holding your phone out to him. He looks at it, then back at you, a question waiting in his eyes. After a moment, you grow tired of waiting and sigh, lagging your arm a bit. “Didn’t you ask to see my phone?”

His eyes light with realization and he nods as though he has forgotten why he was there. He takes the phone from you, your fingers brushing against his before you draw away. As he glances at your home screen, he smirks.

“So...am I your bias?”

You glance up at him, a bit confused by his question, but then you realize.

He has your phone.

The same phone that has him...

On your home screen.

As your wallpaper.

Inwardly, you curse, trying to ignore the blush rising in your cheeks, and lunge forward, trying to take it back. He laughs, dodging and holding your phone out of your reach.

“What's wrong, Tinker?” he antagonizes, grinning like an idiot as he blocks you with his arm.

Curse your tiny arms.

“Taehyung!” you whine, the embarrassment clean on your face. He just laughs, his fingers playing on your screen doing God knows what as he holds you back. You droop on his arm, pouting as he shows no signs of pulling away, nor giving the phone back.

“What did you even need it for?” you complain, slipping off of his arms and crossing your arms once more. Having finished, he turns back to you, smirking. You tilt your head a bit confused as he hands you your phone. Cautiously, you take it, wondering what he’s done.

“See for yourself.” He instructs.

As soon as you see it, your eyes widen.

He opened your contacts and entered one, the new contact set up and filling your screen. On it, he entered a phone number and titled the contact as Your TaeTae with a purple heart next to it. You breathe out a stunned scoff, before looking up to see him smiling at you. A soft, but innocent smile, which shows his hope and unanswered questions. You smile back, touched at his gesture, and still caught in slight disbelief.

“Is this real?” you ask and he nods. Still unsure, you chuckle a bit shakily turning back to the phone. “I mean, this isn’t your manager's phone number or something…?”

He rolls his eyes before stepping forward and taking your hand into his own, gently cutting you off. You meet his gaze with wide eyes and he holds it with his deep ones before turning back to your phone. You still have your hand around it, the same hand which he holds in his own, a gentle touch that never ceases to fill you with warmth.

You watch as he saves the contact to your phone. Held in beautiful silence, the two of you watch as it registers. Once it's saved, he presses the call button and puts it on speaker just as it starts dialing. It holds out three long beeps before a muffled sound can be heard.

A ringtone echoing from Taehyung's back pocket.

You watch in silence as he pulls it out, holding it next to your phone, an unknown caller ID flashing on his screen. The two of you watch as your soft beeping and his ringtone mix together in a strange symphony. That is, until Tae pulls away, answering the call and holding his phone to his ear. It takes you a moment, but as he softly nudges you, you raise yours to your ear, murmuring a soft response.

“Hello?” He smirks at your faint whisper before replying.

“Hello, is this Tinker Bell?” He asks in the same soft, quiet voice, subtly mocking you. But you catch it, and narrow your eyes at him, playfully smacking him in the arm. He winces, pouting, but you don’t buy it and ignore him.

“It is she, is this Peter Pan?” He wrinkles his nose at the nickname, and you scoff, looking away.

Like Tinker Bell is any better?

“No.” He answers, dropping the mocking voice, his deep silky one returning. At the sound of it, you look up, wondering why he turned so serious all of a sudden. He meets you with those large dark hooded eyes, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“This is Kim Taehyung.” He takes a step forward, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of him, his smell wafting over you once more.

“This is real.”

You look into his eyes, take in his face, the serene look he holds and everything seems to fade away. There’s only you and him, the rain far away, your troubles falling behind you. There’s only one thing that matters.

After a moment, he slowly smiles, ruffling your hair softly. You flinch, raising your hands to protect your head just as he pulls away.

“I’ll see you later, Tinker Bell.” Stepping back, he raises his hand, waving goodbye before turning on his heel and running off into the rain.

You smile, a bit stunned as you watch him until he rounds the corner around the car and opens the door, looking up at you one last time. You smile, and dramatically wave goodbye to him. He laughs, you can hear it, though it may be faint, as he waves back.

Then he’s gone.

The door closes and you watch the car as it drives away. You stare after it long after it's gone and though you're still smiling, it's almost as though you're returned to your dark and empty self.

As though when he left, he took all the light with him.

Sighing, you shake yourself off.

Now is not the time to lose yourself.

So what if the dream has gone?

You promised yourself you would be strong. You promised yourself not to fall.

So you won’t.

Before you turn away, you look down at your phone, which is still open to Taehyung's contact. You smile at the sight of it, a small sign that what just happened was real, and not a dream. Smiling to yourself, you tap on the empty profile and replace it with the same picture you have on your home screen. Smiling like an idiot, you save the contact changes and are about to turn to the door before you see it.

The option to send him a message.

Licking your lips, you raise your hand to your bottom lip, absentmindedly playing with it as you contemplate whether or not you should do it. After a moment, you press the option and watch in anticipation as it brings you to the empty chat page, waiting for you to type. Biting your bottom lip, your fingers fly across the screen. Sweet and simple, you smile once it's finished, adding a purple heart at the end before pressing SEND. The transaction done, you press your home screen button before turning it to sleep, pocketing the phone safely in your satchel once more.

Taking one last look at the rain, where your dream faded away not a moment ago, you sigh with content before turning on your heel and pushing open the door to enter the apartment complex.

And somewhere amongst that onslaught of endless rain, Taehyung, driving down the slick streets of Seoul, receives your message. He opens it, finding it to belong to an unknown number. But when he reads it, he knows it's you.

Goodbye, Peter Pan

After all, who else would call him that?

Smiling, he sends back a purple heart before pocketing his phone and driving farther and farther away.

And yet…

It’s almost as though he never left.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: i'm sorry but even though the banner is simple, I'M IN LOVE WITH HIS SMILE OMFG

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