#childhood friend

[milkistay]

this, for now — bc

synopsis. after 12 years, you reunite with your childhood best friend, chan, who comes back home from his idol life in korea.

pairing. childhoodfriend!chan x gn!reader

format. imagine

word count. 1.5k

a/n. this could also be seen as platonic...i believe. there’s nothing explicitly romantic, just two very close old friends yearning for each other. kind of bittersweet, too. 

"do you remember when we'd go here after school?" 

it’s maybe a few minutes before sunset and you’re walking around your old childhood neighborhood with someone you never thought would see again this soon: chan, your old childhood friend. the streets are painted a strange tone of nostalgia; it’s like you’re walking through hazy memories, dream-like and familiar. sometimes, you’ll spot a house or a street corner that sends you back to your 13-year-old self so strongly, you feel as if you’ve shifted to the past. but then, you look to your left and you see chan, who has so obviously grown up, and you remember all the time that has passed.

he’s grown taller, of course, with broader shoulders and bigger arms. he’s lost most of his baby fat in his face—his jawline is much more apparent, as are all of the sharp angles in his features. you can almost barely recognize him. almost, because you don’t think you could ever forget the little things in chan’s appearance that make him who he is. he smiles and there's something about it that makes you ache—there’s your old best friend again, happy and smiley.

.

.

chan’s pointing to a convenience store up ahead when he asks his question. the storefront hasn't changed a bit——still displaying its ice cream cooler next to the front entrance, its 3-for-1 cough drop deal, and its blue and yellow ATM. you could find your way through the aisles in your sleep, despite the 12 years that have passed since the last time you and chan slipped in, exhausted after a long school day, and left with candy and soft drinks. sometimes, you'd spend the afternoon at the nearby park, the sun on your face and the grass under your thighs as you complained about your teachers and took turns trying to catch m&m's in your mouths. other times, you'd head straight to chan's house and play games in his living room, even staying for dinner. 

"of course, i remember," you tell him. “it hasn’t been that long.”

maybe 12 years isn’t that long. maybe it is. it feels long, that you know for sure. 

in those past 12 years, you've watched chan move to seoul and follow his dream of becoming an idol, growing more talented and more mature with each comeback photo and video that pops up on your social media. in between your busy days, you could only catch glimpses of his rapidly-evolving career and his sudden rise to stardom. with each stray kids photo you saw, the chan you knew so intimately appeared to turn more and more into a stranger. the boy from your childhood grew into a man and you weren't even there to see it.

but he returns to australia after all these years and he smiles at you and suddenly, he's the same 13-year-old who swore, pinky interlocked with yours, that he'd never stop being your best friend. he was chris again. 

and you tried. of course, you tried to keep in touch. he cried in your arms before he left for the airport and promised to call you every day. but being a trainee was busy and being an idol was busier and you had to grow up and move to college and find your own future too, so, after a while, his daily calls became weekly, then monthly, then a rarity. you learned more about his life through stray kids youtube videos than you did through his own words. and you were so happy for him, of course. but you missed him so fucking much. 

“do you remember all of our sleepovers?” you ask, praying he does. 

please remember us. please remember me. please tell me i still have a place in your life. 

he doesn’t even take a moment to think: “yes, yes i do.” he’s grinning now. “we’d basically live out of each other’s houses for a week, just: school, your house, games, dinner, sleep, wake up, school, my house, listen to music, dinner, sleep. god, that was fun.”

“remember hannah would always say—”

“that you were basically her other sibling?” chan finishes with a laugh. “yeah, i think she saw you and me together more than she saw just me alone sometimes.”

you laugh with him. “she said she couldn’t imagine anything pulling us apart.”

“yeah,” chan concedes. “i couldn’t imagine anything either.”

the both of you fall into a sudden silence that’s tinted with an awkwardness that would’ve never existed when you were both 13 and inseparable. it’s a silence of grief, mourning the past determination to stay best friends forever and never leave each other’s sides. during those sleepovers, you’d brainstorm the rest of your lives together—how you’d live in the same dorm in college, then get an apartment together, adopt a dog, and grow up side-by-side. 

was it foolish that you believed in it? was it always just wishful thinking? over those years spent apart, you’d ponder what could’ve been—what your life would look like if chan never moved. it was always bittersweet and you found yourself longing too much so you decided to stop. there’s no point in thinking about what could’ve been—it isn’t, so just focus on what is. and ‘what is’ is a life where chan lives across the ocean and you’re creating your own separate worlds. the too-harsh reality.

"god, you have no idea how much i missed this," chan admits with a sigh, looking up to the sky that was slowly turning shades of pink and orange. 

you offer a chuckle. “yeah, it’s nice to be home, i guess.”

"no, no," he begins. "well, yes—i missed my family like crazy, like you wouldn’t believe—but i’m talking about this." he gestures to the both of you. "us. i missed us."

"oh.” somehow, you weren’t expecting that. “well, someone moved away," you say with feigned accusation. 

he lets out a laugh. "i did, didn't i?” he thinks for a moment. “i don't regret it. i love my boys, i love our fans, i love what we're doing. i just…i miss you,” he says, plain and simple. “and i wish there was some way that i could've had it all. you're the one thing that's missing from my life.”

during the times you pondered what could’ve been, you always came to the conclusion that you were the only one thinking about it, that chan had forgotten you. it hurt a bit, but you thought it was the best way to see it if you wanted to move on from the past. 

but this—you're the one thing that's missing from my life. fuck. you didn’t even realize how much you had been aching to hear that chan still thinks about you. fuck, how can you move on?

"i wish you could've had it all, too. i miss you. so fucking much.”

he sighs. "and there's no way for you to somehow have the urge to relocate to seoul?"

you laugh. "i want to, believe me when i say that. but..."

he nods. "but."

"i have a life, too, you know. a job. friends. i can't just leave."

"i know, i know. i just—"

"me too." you offer a sad smile. "me too."

the sky turns pinker as the sun sets. the neighborhood grows dimmer. 

“so what now?” chan asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you, you miss me, what are we supposed to do now?”

“is there anything we can do?” from the way his expression falls, you can tell he was hoping for a more optimistic answer. “we’ve spent so long cultivating these lives exclusive of each other, is there any way to weave one another into them?”

“you could move to seoul…”

“i can’t.”

“i could move back—”

“you won’t.”

“i could—”

“no, you couldn’t. and you won’t. i know you won’t and you know i won’t let you.”

“i know.” he sighs. “i know.”

“i think this is all we can have.”

“this?”

“this—you and me, coincidentally back home at the same time for a few days, reminiscing for a bit, then parting ways again.”

he nods, reluctantly agreeing because it’s true, as unfortunate as it is. “for now,” he adds optimistically. “maybe, one day, we can figure it out.”

“maybe,” you say, not thinking you’d believe it. but as you say it, maybe foolishly, you find a little hope. 

“i’ll take it. i’ll take what i can have. i’ll have this, for now.”

he offers a smile and who are you to not give him one back?

#bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #bang chan reaction #bang chan headcanons #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #chan x reader #gn!reader #skz x gn!reader #bang chan x gn!reader #skz chan x reader #childhood friend #childhood friend skz #childhood friend bang chan #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere!!childhood friend! x reader

(Warning implied murder)

He was always the loner who never played with anyone and he had lost all hope of making friends but that was until you came along.

When you had decided to play with him he was a blushing mess and stuttered a lot.

Pretty soon you had to go home and he was pretty sad but luckily both your parents saw how you two played together and organized a ton of play dates.

As time passed you two became really close and became best friends.

His feelings only got stronger to the point where he wakes up and goes to sleep with only you on his mind wishing that you where his.

He would blush furiously if you give him any form of affection and hid his face.

When the two of you went to high school he refused to make any other friends because he was so utterly devoted to you.

You on the other hand made a ton of new friends and you became a bit distant.

Your yandere was furious and hurt so he got rid of all his competition in gruesome ways but if he has to end someone's life for you so be it.

When he finally confesses to you it will be by the park where you first met.

If you say yes he will literally jump for joy and cry tears of joy.

But if you say no he will either knock you out and take you away with him , murder everyone your close to so you will only have you or do a little of both.

But just know that you cant leave him your like a shining light to him and he wont go back to living in the dark.

#yandere #childhood friend #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere community #yandere boy #yandere headcanons #yandere imagine

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Danganronpa: Shuichi Saihara x childhood friend reader headcanons☁️

You and Shuichi have been friends for as long as you both can remember.

No matter what happened you two stuck through it all together, Shuichi couldn't even imagine leaving your side for a second.

Before the events of Danganronpa V3 take place, you know about Shuichi's love obsession with Danganronpa.

Whether you were just as devoted as he was or if you even disliked the series, none of that stopped him from imagining the two of you in Danganronpa. He imagined your executions, your free time events, everything he could've possibly put you both through.

The thrill of seeing your death, or you seeing his..., it sent chills down his spine in the best way possible.

Now he gets sick even thinking about it...

He was mortified when he got to Hopes Peak Academy, but even more so when he saw you there.

As soon as he heard the rules..., the terrible things Monokuma demanded everyone do in this sick game.., he was instantly more protective of you.

Although his confidence was lacking, he always stuck by you, watching the others carefully when they even got near you.

He hated being this paranoid..., but he loved you, and he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to you!

You're his main motivation when getting through the trials, and on nights when he's feeling particularly depressed, he'll replay his favorite childhood memories of you in his mind.

He really loves you.

#danganronpa #shuichi saihara #drv3 shuichi #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #shuichi #childhood #childhood friend #reader #x reader #i love him so much #why isnt he real #>:'(

[stray-tori]

fragments of memory

bonus: the individual drawings

#identity v #identity v fanart #idv fanart #alice deross #idv little girl #idv journalist #idv reporter #my shtuff #tori draws #been having this idea like a sort of uhhh 'what am i to you?' drawing #bc uhhh #orpheus has been through all the iterations #childhood friend #sister #daughter #and the daughters mother #then add into it that the mother of Alice or alice has brown hair adding in the confusion of his birth vs. adopted parents #mah man is confusion #ANYWAY uh #woo #alice

[theyanderespecialist]

Alastor's Childhood Friend Valentine's Day Edition (Yandere Alastor X Li...

#youtube #yandere #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere valentines day #valentines day #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x listener #listener #childhood friend

[s0ft-h3artz]

Mushroom Swamp

#lisa the hopeful #lisa rpg #beltboy #benny oberwinch #childhood friend #amy

[moaachi]

I bet they're gonna get together for sure if they know each other since childhood so here, have some childhood friends AU kaishin

#Kaishin #kudo shinichi #dcmk #kuroba kaito #magic kaito #快新 #Childhood friend #dcmk art

[bunny-yan]

Ok so I read the manga about the hero and that shit is so frustrating man. Don't save their world it's filled with lil bitches and I don't care the goddess is cruel for letting her reincarnate so many times and letting her suffer and I don't care about the past heroes just let her go and return her back home already ajsksishsnwhwh

you described everything i felt while reading it.

not only was it awful that they killed the mc for nothing, the goddess erased her memories because the deaths were that bad.

unluckily for you, tasman doesn't plan on letting you go anytime soon.

you might be able to convince one of his jealous comrades to let you get some fresh air and plan your escape then, but could you live with yourself if he decided to kill them in anger?

and what would you do when he caught up to you? Because he would catch up.

he wasn't the hero who was petitioned to defeat the demon lord for nothing.

if you went home, there's a chance he would leave you alone. he'd trust that no one would dare touch you in the village where you were raised and he could sense your every move within the barrier he placed, but i don't think you'd like the look in his eyes if he had to hunt you down. or the humiliating treatment you'd face after getting dragged back to your cage.

but let's be real for a moment.

with him as a lover, the world was as good as your cage because there was no escaping the hero.

the country would always have his back. even if he acted like a demon king at times.

#yandere hero #male yandere x you #yandere x gn reader #ask #yandere x darling #yandere scenario #childhood friend #yan!tasman

[misstycloud]

One chance please

Yandere best friend x male reader

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Kyon and (Y/n) had been friend since as long as they remember. All the memories of their youth were filled with each other. Friends since diapers, they were. A big part in their relationship was their mothers, they were old friends since their school days, so it was natural that Kyon and (Y/n) also grew to be the best of friends. The latter sprout the be outgoing and energetic, having it easy in finding new companions, while the former became the shy and more quiet one, not having it very easy to make friends. His shy nature made opportunities for bullies to appear, and he was to weak to fight them off. Luckily he had a best friend to protect him from these dangers. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that (Y/n) had to save him from harrasment. Kyon greatly admired his companion, he was so brave and seemed to shine brightly; like the sun. While he was just Kyon, nothing noticeable. He was so grateful to have someone like him in his life, protecting him and staying. Honestly was was rather afraid he’d grow tired of him and eventually leave, but he hadn’t left. (Y/n) still hung out with him regularly, and a lot more than with those other friends he had. Kyon was clearly the favourite and that made him somewhat proud. 

His best memories were of the two of them during summer break, when they were in his grandparents house. Being practically family, they were happy to invite their grandson’s friend. The two boys would run around all day, often in the forrest that laid nearby. If one were to walk for 20 minutes, they’d find a charming tree house; painted in yellow coating, with paper blooms as detail. They could stay in there for hours, often forgetting time and just enjoying themselves. Not far away from Kyon’s grandparent’s house was a little shop, they had all kinds of candy and snacks. But the best they had was their ice cream, it was a luxury they got whenever they could. Back home in the city, both boys attended the same elementary school and were even seated right beside each other in the same class. It was fantastical, now they could be together all the time! (Y/n) always stopped by Kyon’s house on his way to school, picked him up and then went together. Afterwards they attended classes and hung out during recess, and finally went home when the day was over. That’s how their life went on in elementary. Kyon loved how it was, it was perfect, he loved being with (Y/n)! No way he would get tired of him, they could literary be glued to him and Kyon wouldn’t complain a bit. 

Things went on like that until middle school, and things changed. They were separated into different classes, because their schedules didn’t match it meant they weren’t able to see the other as much anymore. But (Y/n) was fine since he had a rather outgoing and chill personality, people really liked him. His new classmates asked why he hadn’t joined in when the whole grade got together and hung out during festivals, or why he hadn’t talked to some friend groups containing people of different classes. It’s not like it’s forbidden to mingle with other kids who’re not in your home room. When he replied to that question he just said he guessed he didn’t think about it that way, he already had such a good friend so he didn’t feel the need to mix. The class’s reaction to that wasn’t to accept it and move on, no instead he got to hear thing like this. 

“What, you mean that Kyon guy?”

”Yes, he’s the one. We’ve been friends since-“

”Sorry, don’t mean to offend or anything, but why are you hanging out with…someone like him?” One of the girls said in a semi mocking tone, she giggled while turning to look at the others in the classroom.

”She’s right, he’s like kinda weird. He never says anything and always looking down at the floor, while you actually interact and exist. Kyon is just not really there, y’know?” The boy to (Y/n)’s left explained. 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be chained to him, it’s bad for you. You’d be better off hanging with us.” 

“Yeah.”

As more people in the little classroom began agreeing, (Y/n) felt pressure to comply. But he didn’t want to abandon his friend like that, so he decided he could play with both his new friends and Kyon. Since they couldn’t see each other during school hours, they could just meet after school. It’d time up with his other companions. 

So the childhood friends only met up after class, and often at (Y/n)’s house. Sometime when they were younger they just established that the layer’s home would be the main base, so that’s were they kept all of their toys. Thing like action figures, basketballs, board games and such were safely stored in the (h/c) haired males closet. Kyon wasn’t stupid, he knew (Y/n) had other friends and understood he couldn’t keep him from being with other people, but is did not mean he liked it. He really didn’t like it. He must say he hated it, actually. Those other friends room up all his bestie’s time and because of that there was no moment for them. The blonde recognised these feelings as jealousy; and it wasn’t fun. At first, he believed the jealousy solely stemmed from his fear of having his best friend taken away, but soon came to realise it was much deeper than that. When he entered puberty, he began feeling new things. Particularly towards his childhood companion, (Y/n). Kyon’s ashamed to admit it took him a great time before realising what he felt towards the other boy was love. He was in love with (Y/n). His protector from childhood, the one closest to him, his sweet, sweet (Y/n). With the new discovery he found joy, however he also found darkness within himself. He wanted the (e/c) male for himself and did not intend to share. He sometimes scared himself with those thoughts, would he; who’d barely hurt a fly, really do sush things? The blonde decided to try to supress his emotions, and play the part as a platonic best bud. What really hurt was when (Y/n) begun showing interest in girls. Those vile, horrible girls that clung to him like slime. They didn’t love him like Kyon did, they only wanted to date him for his good looks and social status. The blue eyed boy was not like that of course, while he did agree his (Y/n) was growing to become exceedingly handsome, it didn’t mean it was the only thing he loved about him. Kyon loved his kindness, humour, how sweet he was to him and most of all; his smile. He was well aware how cheesy it all sounded but that’s how he really felt.

So imagine his rage when his beloved called to tell him one of the girls from his class had asked if he wanted to go to the mall with her. (Y/n) had been so nervous, asking his friend if he thought it was a date she asked for and not just a friends hanging out. God how he wanted to scream, that she was not right for him and was just another filthy rat surrounding him. However, he understood he couldn’t and resolved in using a learned in trick of his. Kyon started shedding tears which eventually turned into sobs. Horrified at Kyon’s outburst, the other boy quickly asked him what was the matter and why he was upset. Faking another wail, the actor played the role of a victim and said he’d gotten harassed again after school. It’s not like (Y/n) knew any better, after all he hadn’t accompanied Kyon home that day. Like the good person he was, the other male decided to cancel his plans with the girl and instead visit his troubled comrade. What he couldn’t have guessed is that while he rushed to the latter’s address, the same boy sat in his room smirking victoriously to himself. 

Weeks turned into months, which turned to years and those two youths grew and came to be teenagers. Starting high school was a distinctive experience, certainly one Kyon would rather not have himself go through a second time. Sadly, he didn’t get the magical transformation from ugly duckling to swan, instead he stayed awkward with blemishes on his face. While Kyon wasn’t ugly, he certainly wasn’t very good looking either. The same couldn’t be said about his infatuation, he’d matured and like he thought, become striking. His (h/c) locks looked soft and silky, his skin stayed unblemished and he defiantly filled out in the right places. Kyon wondered how it would feel to be held by his strong arms, he bet it would be wonderful. Personally, he was always more on the thinner side, it was one of the attributes that caused him to become bullies target and his softer features defiantly didn’t help.

Kyon still came over during after hours and the two of them now spent them watching shows or simply talking. Under one of those sessions they agreed on rewatching the first Halloween movie from 1978. The dumb characters always made the two of them crack up, like their action were so unrealistic. It’s like they wanted to be taken by Michael Myers. This time, right as the first kill showed on screen; a question popped up in the handsome young man’s head. He lowered the volume and turned to look at Kyon who laid right beside him. 

“Why are you turning down the sound?” He asked, curious. The boy next to him gave a smug look and replied.

”Because I have a question for you, my friend.”

”okay..?” Kyon raised his eyebrow in suspicion, wondering what (Y/n) was up to.

”What kind of thing are you attracted to, Kyon?” 

“What?!” The blonde flew up from his position and stared bewildered at him. “Where did that come from?” (Y/n) raised from his place to match his friend and looked him in the eye.

”I just want to know, you’ve never mentioned anything can you blame me for being curious?” The (h/c) haired one complained. A small blush began creeping up on Kyon’s cheeks.

”Well…”

”c’mon, tell meeee!”

”A-alright…geez..” Noticing his friend staring so expectantly at him, he started speaking. “Well, I like (h/c) hair, with a sweet smile. I also like someone who can brighten my day up solely with their presence.” Without his knowledge, the blonde’s smile grew by each sentence and (Y/n) realised he’d hit the jackpot.

“Kyon, do you have someone that you like?” He teased. 

“W-what? No, no of course not. Why would you think that?” 

“Because you’re blushing, my boy!”

”Am not!” Desperate, the panicked boy rebuffed.

”Are too!” 

“Nooo!” 

Kyon insistently shook his head in denial. He didn’t want (Y/n) to know of his feelings yet. The latter laughed at his embarrassment and proceeded to wipe away fake tears. Despite being his main protector, he loved to tease him an awful lot. It was all harmless with no bad intention, but still. Couldn’t he tone it down a bit? (Y/n) gave up and turned up the volume to continue their rewatch. Still flustered from their previous conversations, he fixed his blue eyes on his beloved’s form and thought about throwing the question back at him. Not because he wanted to know what (Y/n)’s type was, no. But because he was just a curious platonic best friend.

”W-what do you like?”

”Hmm?” The (h/c) haired youth decided to put the movie on pause this time and pay full attention to Kyon. “I’d have to say my type is black straight hair, and chocolate brown eyes.” 

“Oh..” kyon muttered, while descreetly feeling his own blonde curls. Straight and dark, huh? It seemed (Y/n)’s type was the complete opposite of what he looked like. Just his luck. 

“You know, Alicia fits perfectly in that description.”

”Alicia…?”

”Yeah, that girl from 2B. The one who broke her leg last year?”

Oh, he remembered. When Kyon went to school, he’d once seen a black haired girl with a cast and crutches wandering around the corridors. He didn’t know her name then but only recalls feeling bad for her. So she was his love’s type. If only she’d been a bitch, then he would have a valid reason to tell his darling that it’d be best to stay away; but she just had to actually be a decent person. Well liked was she, too. Not to mention very pretty. Probably way more attractive than him. Kyon tried not to let it get to him, it was so hard though. He could sense that sickening jealousy bubbling up. Breathing in and out, a method he used to calm himself in certain situations; it usually worked fine, but it didn’t seem to do the trick this time. Excusing himself, the blonde told his friend he needed to go, since there was apparently something he forgot to finish.

”Oh, okay…Kinda hopes you could stay longer, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” He spoke in a dejected voice, sad that his buddy had to leave so soon.

”Yeah, b-bye….”

At home, Kyon sat alone in his dark room. In his hand lay wrinkled fabric. It was a T-shirt, (Y/n)’s shirt to be exact. The lonely male brought the cloth to his nose and breathed in, sniffing the clothing. This is what he did to console himself during hard times. In his closet he kept a secret collection. Things that reminded him of (Y/n), and events that took place in their childhood. Objects like old toys they used to play with, drawings they’d made, clay figures. His more sacred collectives were aged clothes like shirts, a plastic spoon (Y/n)’d used for ice cream, and finally; a lock of (h/c) hair. Since it was the obsessor’s most valuable item, it had a ribbon nicely tied around it and put in a glass pot. Over the years, his collection grew, but each time he felt less and less satisfied with the item; he needed something more, something better. That is how he came to posses the silky locks.

The hair, he got during one of the many sleep overs they shared. Kyon wanted something a little more closer to (Y/n), and thought a piece of hair would do nicely. As soon as his friend had fallen sound asleeep, he tip toed to his bed and cut off a lock. He made sure to cut where he wouldn’t realise a few strands were gone. The (e/c) eyed teen already had so much, surely it’d be okay for Kyon to just take a little, right? In a blue box hidden withing the closet, he held letters; filled with all his secrets. They mainly contained thoughts concerning (Y/n), love confessions and dreams Kyon would want fulfilled together. It was all things he couldn’t bring himself to say. 

The next day the friends met up as usual, and accompanied each other on the way to school. While the blonde wished to talk to (Y/n), the latter seemed rather distracted. He would space out, not listen to Kyon’s speech and bring up hos phone from his pocket to check it many times. Like he was waiting for something. After receiving a hum as acknowledgement for the fourth time; he gave up and let them walk to the academy in silence. Perhaps his friend would be up to talk later, he was never a morning person after all. Using lunch to meet up the boys sat down at a table with their food trays. Exhaling as he seated himself, Kyon looked over at (Y/n) with a content expression that promptly changed to a small frown. The handsome youth had his eyes glued to his electrical device once more. What was so interesting he couldn’t even spare a glance for his childhood best friend? The distracted male came out of it when he suddenly felt a hand shaking him.

”Huh, what?”

”Come on, what are you doing looking at your phone?” Kyon expressed irritably. 

“Ah, sorry!” He quickly apologised. “It’s nothing, just some notifications.”

”Sure, but are they so important you don’t even have time for me?” The blonde pouted, bothered by the action. They didn’t have the many of the same classes, therefor they had to cherish all time they had together. (Y/n) was going to answer his friend, but then a loud beep from his phone caught both of their attention. Kyon wanted to know what was keeping him so distracted, and leaned closer to get a look at the screen. Before he could take a look the other boy turned his screen away, making him unable to see. Glancing at his buddy’s face he saw a smile begin making its way across (Y/n(‘s face. 

“Sorry, bro. I have to go, eat without me.” He said and stood up to leave. The now lonely teen didn’t have time to get a single word in, before the other one dashed away; leaving him to his lonesome.

Later that day, the left male waited faithfully for his love to escort him home. The clock turned 16:30 and (Y/n) still hadn’t showed up like he should. His devoted friend resolved to wait some more, it happened that (Y/n) got stuck talking to the teacher or sometimes finishing a project, so it could be of that reason he wasn’t there. Falling leaves flew into his face and he irritably wafted them away. After twenty more minorities passed Kyon started becoming worried. Where could he be? He hoped nothing had happened. Another student from the same grade suddenly walked passed the gates of the school, turned to face him and quizzed. 

“What are you doing, you know like everyone has gone home?” They raised a brow at his presence.  It was weird that someone still were near school grounds at that time a day. 

“Yes, I-I’m waiting for someone, actually.” Kyon declared. 

“Is it that (Y/n) guy?”

”uhm, yes it’s him.” The blonde became slightly confused at how the student knew of their friendship, until he got the answer directly from the sorce. 

“I’ve seen you hanging around him a lot.”

”Oh…” 

“Well, he’s already gone.”

Kyons while body stiffened at the remark. Already gone? Gone where and without him? Never had (Y/n) left a line before Kyon and that made him slightly fidgety. The student continued. 

“He left to go home probably, wouldn’t you know more about that though?”

”I s-suppose.” He uttered uncertainly. Had (Y/n) really forgotten about him and went home? No, it could be. Did he not want to be friends anymore? What if he’d finally tired of him, that wasn’t good. Thanking the student for informing him about (Y/n)’s actions, he turned his direction to the male’s abode. 

It took about ten minutes to get there, as he chose to jog all the way. When he landed outside the door the youth knocked on it in a stressed manner. His suspicion arose when no one answered his call and he tried a second time, but no luck there either. Was (Y/n) really home? If he was he would have opened. Ultimatly he couldn’t wait any longer and dug in his backpack for spare keys he’d gotten to the house. Pulling on the handle, the door opened softly and Kyon stepped inside the hall. The hallway looked the same as it always had, with grey walls and photo frames farther in. Seeing them made him happy, most of them contained pictures from their little adventures as kids. They showed he was cherished and important to both (Y/n) and his family. They’d always been so close, after all. Kyon was basically family. Recognising he’d gotten stuck in old times, the blonde shook himself out of it. No sounds could be heard in the building except his own breathing. Deciding to venture to the second floor, walking up the stairs he heard a thud originating from the level. Confirming it after listening a socond time, he became aware that he wasn’t alone like he thought. 

“(Y/n), you there?” He hollered but received no response and kept making his way upstairs.

Subsequently reaching the barrier that separates (Y/n)’s room from the rest of the home, Kyon put his ear to the door and listened. There wasn’t much he could make out, however there was defiantly someone in there. Concluding he should enter, the boy pushed the door open and what he saw made him want to disappear. There on the bed, sat his friend with a girl on his lap, kissing. Alicia, he thought. The one that he liked, said was his type. Dropping his bag in surprise, the sound echoing around the room; catching the attention of the two lovers. (Y/n) jumped at the unforeseen intrusion and pulled Acilcia off him. He abruptly got up and asked Kyon what he was doing there.

”I-I was looking f-for you….but I see that you’re….busy.” He answers in a small voice. “I thought we were s-supposed to walk home together…”

”Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot, I wasn’t paying attention. I’ll repay you later.” (Y/n) apologised and straightened out his clothing, wanting to appear more proper at his friends sudden appearance. 

Kyon watched as he sent apologetic glances toward the girl. What, was he really saying sorry to her? Not to his best friend who has been with him all his life. Not the one who’s supported him in all activities he wanted to try. Not the guy who loved him. That wasn’t fair. That really wasn’t fair. Feeling himself beginning to boil with rage, the blonde snapped and hissed.

”Why are you apologising to her?” He seethed.

”What? What are you-“

”Why are you even with her, she’s a bitch.” 

At the statement, Alicia decided to cut in. “Excuse me, what did you say?” She said, offended.

”I said-“ The enraged male started but was hindered by the other guy in the room. (Y/n) stopped Kyon by putting a hand to his chest to try calm him down. 

“Kyon, what’s gotten into you? You’re never this rude-“

”Can’t you see what she’s doing! Look at her, she’s mocking me!” 

The girl in question just looked at him like he was crazy and said. “What the hell are you talking about? Gosh if I knew it’d turn out like this, I shouldn’t have come.” She exclaimed before grabbing her things and storming out of the room, with (Y/n) in tow.

“Alicia!” Her admirer called after her, not wanting to end on a bad not like that. The attempts were futile, however. The girl was already too far away to hear his pleas. Sighing in frustration, he turned and stalked back into the house. Entering his room, the male crossed his arms and glares at Kyon; who stood in the same place he’d left him. “What was that about? You can’t just walk in here and shout at an innocent girl for doing literally nothing.”

Kyon rebutted. “She’s not innocent!” His eyes began filling with tears and he tried his best to wipe them away. On any normal occasion, (Y/n) would have stopped to comfort him, but this time he didn’t. Another evidence of her bad influence. 

“What are you even doing here, if you saw I wasn’t at the gate why didn’t you just go home? And don’t go into my house without my permission!” 

This was bad, (Y/n) never ever raised his voice at him. If only he’d kept a more close eye on him, maybe he wouldn’t have chased after another girl. Wasn’t he enough? Not being able to take it anymore, Kyon rushes out of the room and leaves the house in a hurry. He could hear his friend screaming his name after him but he didn’t stop and continued running. When he reached his house, he used his hand to fan himself, the seat sticking his shirt to his body. Entering his room he slams the door behind him, luckily there wasn’t anyone him to hear it; otherwise he’d get a serious leacture, and that’s not something he had the energy to hear. Locking after himself, the blonde boy leaned on and slowly slid down the door. Finally he could let it all out, tears streamed down his cheeks and ran down on the floor. What would he do now?

After their fight at his house, Kyon hadn’t messaged him. It was complete silance from his end. It worried (Y/n) and he decided to apologise the next day, to both Alicia and Kyon. But he never got the opportunity to do it, because he didn’t show up to school the next day, or the day after that. In the beginning he accepted that he might be sick, although after a whole week of being absent he guessed the blonde didn’t dare come to school because of their argument. His other friends told him to chill and give it time, but they didn’t know Kyon like he did. Something was seriously up, never had he experienced a time where the other boy acted out in that way. In spite of that he chose to wait like people told him too. Perhaps giving Kyon space was exactly what he needed to do. Maybe he could make some friends in the future if he backed off a bit. Ever since they were babies they’d been attached at the hip, barely fighting and only having fun in each others company. As he grew, (Y/n) realised it wasn’t good for Kyon to be so dependant on him. While he knew Kyon wasn’t the most out going, he thought it would be alright when they got older. But when they started high school, he saw that Kyon wouldn’t change and he still relied too much on him. 

Not wanting to throw Kyon away, the (e/c) eyed male let him stay around him for as much as he wanted. It’s not that he didn’t love being in his company; it’s just that Kyon would sometimes be a bit clingy. That was not healthy behaviour and would benefit neither of them. (Y/n) loved the guy that’s for sure, but it sometimes got a bit too much. 

Laying in his bed at night, (Y/n) distracted himself with scrolling through his phone. He couldn’t sleep and it resulted in him playing around on the device for way longer than he should have. Right then, a message notification popped up. Clicking on it right away, he was directed to the messaging app and read the text.

’Hi, I’m so sorry about how I acted last week. It made me realise I can’t keep something to myself anymore, and I need to tell you. So would you come to the my grandparents cabin tomorrow so I can tell you?

 His grandparents house was an hour away. Why couldn’t they just meet up somewhere in the city, like tha park or something? It was certainly a bit odd to specifically wish to be there. (Y/n) therefore thought it was weird, but Kyon made it seem really important so could he really complain. He only hoped it wasn’t too serious and they could reconcile afterwards. The next morning the young man stepped on a bus that lead to a station near Kyon’s grandparent’s house. He remembered the elderly couple as very kind and warm towards them. The time when they passed it was a very sad period. The house they left behind became a sentimental spot for everyone, and that may be why Kyon chose it to be their meeting place. Though he really wondered what was so important. He’d know when he got there he supposed.

Getting off the bus he stood on a familiar platform, the bus stop. Forrest surrounded the station and made it appear somewhat deserted, if you walked for a while you’d eventually find a town that was full of people. It wasn’t big but had that familiar feeling about it, where everyone knew each other and people were welcome. A couple minutes away from the town lay the house that was his destination. The couple liked more privacy from the towns folk and therefor lived a bit away. Tracing the path there, (Y/n) walked until he saw the familiar view. Stepping on the porch he pulled in the handle to find out the door was already unlocked, so he went inside. Inside were no signs of any life beside his own, he saw how dusty some parts of the home was and shrunk away. It was understandable why it was unclean, but it didn’t mean he liked it. Somewhat of a germaphobe, the young man regularly made sure his room was in good, clean condition. Wandering around the building, he didn’t see his friend anywhere in there. Considering Kyon asked to meet, you’d think he’s the first to arrive; turns out that wasn’t the case this time. 

‘Hmmm, I wonder if his room looks the same?’

 Back in their youth the two of them shared Kyon’s room as theirs and used it as the main base. The room was often messy with toys, clothes and other things scattered on the floor constantly. In contrast to his appearance, Kyon was the messy one. People kinda just assumed he was a neat freak because of how bashful he was. 

(Y/n) pushed the bedroom door and peered in, it looked exactly like he remembered. Smiling to himself he noticed something on the bed that hadn’t been there previously. A letter had been placed on the sheets, the outside had small red hearts painted on it and was nicely sealed with wax. Confused, he hesitated before deciding to open it; the letter must be for him, right?

‘Dear (Y/n)

My love, you have been my best friend ever since I can remember. Always protecting me, caring for me, and being there when I needed it. For that I will always be grateful. 

When we began middle school I was afraid of losing you to the others. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to be you only friend. But now I know it’s more than that. (Y/n) I love you. Alway have, always will. I love you so, so much it hurts me. I thought I could satisfy these feelings with things I found that reminded me of you. How silly I was, nothing will ever satiate my longing for you. When I saw you with that bitch of a woman, I wanted to destroy everything. I wanted to get rid of her. I’ve never killed you know, but with these emotions you awake in me I don’t know if it will stay that way for much longer. I want to be the only one you care for. The only one you love. I belong to you and you belong to me, that’s how it is.

I love you more than anything and anyone in this whole wide world and I know now that I have you there is no way that I am ever letting you go.’

From behind him, a hand covered his mouth and in a hushed voice he heard the words.

”Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

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#bad relationships #male yandere #obsessed #oc #possesive #short story #toxic #yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere oc #childhood friend #best friend #yandere childhood friend #male reader #clingy

[jokuvainart]

FORGOTTEN (1/2)

Two childhood friends reconnect after a strange event that has left the other traumatized. It has been a long while since they've last met however, and there's some  awkward tension in the air...

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This is a small comic project I've been working on little by little. I wanted to try making a comic (with no experience lol) and got the idea from a prompt generator. I accidentally lost the original files a long time ago, but I found some of them and decided to redo it all.

#furry #comic #black and white #forgotten #english #unohdettu #cat #feline #dog #canine #dalmatian #paranormal #childhood friend #identity #loneliness

[lovealwayssay]

Dear Emily,

I remembered an obituary, or maybe it was an image of a bench, that said “we were girls together” and I thought of you. We may not be friends now, but I’ll always remember your birthday is May 10th, the way you cheered at the end of the recess before math in 3rd grade, and how it felt to fall asleep watching Full House in your basement. We may not know each other anymore, but I will always be happy to see you, and I hope for nothing but good things for you. I will always love you because we were girls together.

#we were girls together #growing up #lost friends #childhood friend #nostalgic #grew up together

[sharpednails]

NOW AND AGAIN

#decentart #lisa the hopeful #lisa the hopeful rpg #lisa the hopeful fanart #lisa the hopeful rpg fanart #lisa rpg #lisa rpg fanart #beltboy #lanks #cyclops #benny oberwinch #childhood friend #tanner texas #yahooie #rodriguez #art

[muddycherub]

𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.

ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔪 𝔰𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤. ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔢. ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔚𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔦𝔪 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔢. 𝔑𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶.

#writing #poetry #smash poetry #darkandlight #Valentine's day #Valentines #platonic soul mate #maybe more #friends #friends? #childhood friend #poet #writer #gothic #soulmate #sun and moon #dynamic #random #writing clip #actually autistic #bpd #bpd thoughts #favorite person #autism #black cat friend #autistic things #writeblr #writers and poets #kinda poetry #poem

[system-of-a-feather]

Okay so kinda funny (? not sure if trauma funny or actually funny /gen) thing but around 6th grade we made one friend that we had in our life for like four months that was honestly the last time we remember being a "happy kid" (honestly arguably for some of us the only time) before our mental health plummeted HARD and fast after he moved away

And it was obvious at the time he came from a shitty home life and so - at least as me - I firmly never really forgot the feeling and few fleeting screenshots of childhood joy

And we got back in touch briefly before like a year or so ago when I said "fuck it I gotta check in" where I found out we BOTH held onto those 4 months as the highlight of our childhood and then started texting again the last week

And we half intentionally, more so intentional lack of caring said "our fiance" which prompted the "our???" question and prompted the DID being brought up (which was ironic cause we told him a year ago) and he brought up he had OSDD and was plesantly surprised to hear I was not at all surprised

And I was like "... my dude, the very fact that both of us identify the HIGHLIGHT of our childhoods being a friend we had and knew for LITERALLY 4 months is telling of BOTH of our lives and home environments"

Cause literally I hadn't thought about it until I was trying to explain it to a friend, but those four months were easily identifiable as the happiest we had ever been as a kid and the only time we ever felt "like a kid should"

And maybe thats cause that was the last friend I - as a social protector - tried to make before burning out, becoming jaded, and the system spiralling into a dark pit it wouldnt climb out of at all for AT LEAST 6 years; or maybe its because our family semi frequently picked him up and covered for his family's negligence so he was like a psuedo-adopted brother; or maybe its because he was the first friend that, in hindsight, wasn't Uncomfortable at our house and that we didn't have to tell to "ignore our family they are like that" cause Same Hat

But it was honestly a very precious period in my memory as a part and I feel that is just UBER telling in hindsight how bad things were that one good friend for four months was such an outstanding period of our life

Especially considering growing up we had MANY friends and were even a Queen Bee temporarily in one of the many schools we went to as the Mysterious Smart New Kid.

#alter: riku #riku rambles #memories #childhood friend

[theyanderespecialist]

Alastor's Childhood Friend Part 5: Yandere Alastor X Childhood Friend Li...

#youtube #yandere #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor's childhood friend #alastor's childhood friend #part 5 #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x childhood friend listener #alastor x listener #alastor x female listener #listener #female listener #childhood friend listener #childhood friend

[albentelisa]

Yikes, I'm late for this week.

#tales of arcadia #toa fanfic #keenswimmers2023 #stricklake month #au #childhood friend #walter strickler #barbara lake #changeling!Barbara #yes they both are changelings #the kind of au i wanted to write for a while