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sabrinasopposite · 8 months ago

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cruelest summer ☀️

charlie baker x reader (enemies to lover)

summary of the cruelest summer;

☀️ the baker boys were forced to go to summer camp. charlie knew this tradition would continue, but he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to go. he would have much preferred to stay in midland and and try to work things out with beth. yet tom insisted.

as soon as the baker boys arrived at the summer camp, chaos ensued. it was typical for the bakers' arrival, and charlie had to get things under control — though it was hard to focus with his old childhood crush working at the camp as a counselor. ☀️

"No—end of discussion," Tom said as he walked down the stairs of the big house where the Bakers were currently living. The family had slowly adjusted to their new surroundings in Chicago. It had been difficult for each of the Bakers, but somehow, they made it work.

Yet for Charlie, it was still hard being so far from Beth. They hadn’t broken up—not yet.

That’s what Charlie hoped, though Beth seemed to see things differently. It was difficult for both of them, not being able to see each other and share kisses on the lips and cheeks. Now they had to wait until every second weekend just to be together. For Beth, it was tough, but Charlie tried at every opportunity to be in Midland. He loved her dearly, but maybe that wasn’t enough.

“But Dad, I wanted to visit Beth. It doesn’t make sense to go to this stupid camp every year,” Charlie protested as he followed Tom.

“Charlie, I know you’re upset about it, but it’s a tradition. Your grandpa always took me to that camp every summer, and I loved it.”

“You stopped going to that camp when you were 15. I’m 17, and it doesn’t make any sense,” Charlie scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Charlie, it’s not going to change my mind. Now go pack your stuff.” Tom entered the kitchen—or more accurately, the chaos.

“But why are Nigel and Kyle staying home?” Charlie wasn’t about to let that slide. He searched for any excuse not to go to the camp, but it seemed like he was constantly losing the battle.

“Your mother and I thought they’d go next year. They’re still too young for it.” Tom shrugged as he cleaned the mess on the kitchen counters.

“That’s okay? But I have to go? Come on, Dad—”

“Charlie.” Tom’s voice raised a little more than usual, and that’s when Charlie knew there was no changing his mind. Furious, Charlie shook his head and headed to his bedroom to pack.

If it were just one week, Charlie could have dealt with it. But three weeks? That was off-limits. It wasn’t that he hated summer camp—it was fun. When he thought back to previous summers, he remembered being one of the most mischievous kids there. He pulled pranks on the counselors, snuck out to the lake, played truth or dare with the girls, and made out in the tents until a counselor threw water inside. Most importantly, though, he always teased a girl who made his heart race—Y/N Y/L/N.

Y/N and Charlie were the definition of chaos. People said the Bakers were the perfect example of it, but they hadn’t seen Y/N and Charlie together.

Sometimes, Charlie teased Y/N so much that she once stuck a gooey marshmallow in his hair.

Another time, Charlie pushed Y/N into a bush full of bugs.

Then there was the night Y/N snuck into his cabin in the middle of the night and put makeup on his sleeping face.

Or the time when he was dared to kiss Y/N in the tent while she had her eyes closed.

Ever since that summer before high school, they hadn’t seen each other. For some reason, Y/N never returned to camp, and Charlie still thought about that kiss. Maybe it was the reason she never came back.

But she didn’t know it was Charlie—that’s what he told himself.

Henry knocked on Charlie's door and peeked his head inside. "Did you convince Dad?"

"Does it look like it? If I had, I'd already be gone—maybe even throwing a big party," Charlie chuckled, though disappointment tinged his voice.

"Man….I was hoping he’d change his mind this year. I mean, even I get bored," Henry sighed.

"I'm sorry, H, but let’s make the best of it." Charlie walked over and ruffled Henry’s hair affectionately.

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The next day was pure chaos. Everyone was running around the house while Tom packed up all the boys' belongings.

"Jake, you can't take your skateboard with you. You know that," Tom said.

"It's me with the skateboard or nothing," Jake replied, raising both hands in protest. Tom sighed and placed the skateboard in the car.

Charlie adjusted his cap and took one last look at his message to Beth, who still hadn’t replied. She was upset that Charlie couldn’t make it to Midland, and she had every right to be. But at the very least, she could have texted "I love you" back.

Kate walked over to Charlie and patted him on the back. "Are you alright, Charlie?"

"Do I look alright?" he snapped, then sighed. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"I understand you're grumpy about it, but believe me, it’ll be fun! Maybe this time you can join the counselor group instead of pulling pranks on them," Kate suggested, looking at her son, who managed a small smile.

"Don’t worry, Jake has studied my pranks—I’m sure they’ll be fine."

"Please, do me a favor and keep them under control," Kate said, giving Charlie a concerned look. "...I promise."

"Okay, now let’s get to the car. We need to say goodbye to you guys!" Kate smiled.

The ride to camp wasn’t very long. Tom kept talking about his funny moments at camp to try and keep the boys excited, but they all wore the same uninterested expression—except for Mark, who was thrilled. He loved nature, especially the animals, and he was excited to reunite with his old friends who joined the summer camp every year. The thought of group activities in nature filled him with joy.

Charlie stared out the window, watching as the scenery blurred past. Everything looked the same. He had hoped there might be something different this time, but it was all exactly as he remembered—the same trees, the same signs, the same winding road to the camp.

By the time they arrived, it was 3 p.m. Tom had been chatting the whole time with Derek, the camp’s owner. They had met at the camp when they were younger, and now Derek was running the place.

The boys grabbed their bags from the car. The camp buzzed with energy as kids and counselors moved around, unloading luggage and searching for their assigned cabins. Mark eagerly rushed ahead, already spotting some of his friends. Jake and Henry dragged their bags behind them, looking less enthusiastic but still chatting about what they might do first.

Charlie, however, moved slowly, his bag slung over his shoulder. He wasn’t in a rush. As the others searched for their cabin assignments, Derek approached him with a smile. "Charlie! Good to see you again," Derek said, clapping him on the back. "I’ve got something special for you this year. You’ll be in your own room—kind of a reward for being one of the older kids now. You’ll have a bit of privacy."

Charlie forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, thanks," he mumbled. Derek seemed proud of the gesture, but Charlie didn’t share his enthusiasm. His own room sounded like more isolation, not a reward. He glanced around at the other kids already settling into their shared cabins, laughing and joking with their friends.

It didn’t feel special to him—it just felt lonely.

"Derek, is there a possibility that Charlie could maybe work here as a counselor? Maybe organizing sports?" Tom asked with enthusiasm, catching Charlie's attention. Work with kids? Sure, he could handle his siblings, but spending the summer interacting with other kids wasn’t exactly on his bucket list.

"Dad—" Charlie began, but Derek cut him off.

"That's not a bad idea. Actually, I just got a call that one of our counselors couldn’t make it—he wanted to visit his boyfriend in Texas. You know how long-distance relationships go," Derek explained casually, while Charlie shot a pissed glance at Tom.

Derek clearly understood what the camp counselors needed. Why couldn’t Tom see that this wasn’t something Charlie wanted?

"If you’re up for it, Charlie, you could take that spot. It’s not too much work, and hey, you'd get paid $20 an hour," Derek added with a grin.

Charlie’s mood shifted slightly at the mention of money. Maybe that could save the summer after all. If he saved up, he could visit Beth sooner than planned.

"Alright, fine. I’ll do it," Charlie finally agreed, his voice lacking excitement but at least sounding resigned.

Tom’s face lit up with approval. "That’s the spirit, son! You’ll do great," he said, patting Charlie on the back. "Well, I better head out. Keep an eye on your brothers, and try to have some fun, alright?"

Charlie nodded and gave a quick goodbye to his dad, watching as Tom got back in the car and drove off. As soon as the car disappeared down the dirt road, Derek turned to him with a more relaxed smile.

"Glad you’re on board, Charlie. You know, the counselors this year are much younger—most of them are around your age, so I’m sure you’ll bond with them pretty easily. They’re a fun group," Derek said.

Charlie raised an eyebrow, unsure if that would really make a difference. He wasn’t here to make friends, but at least he wouldn’t be surrounded by people way older than him. Maybe, just maybe, the summer wouldn't be a total disaster after all.

"Yeah, we’ll see," Charlie muttered, grabbing his bag.

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After settling into his cabin, Charlie tossed his bag onto the bed and took a deep breath. The room was basic but comfortable enough—just a bed, a small dresser, and a window that looked out onto the campgrounds.

Once he was done unpacking, Charlie decided to head out and explore his surroundings. The camp looked just as he remembered: the lake shimmering in the distance, canoes lined up by the dock, kids already running around, and counselors setting up activities. Nothing had changed, yet somehow, it felt different now that he was one of the staff.

As he wandered through the camp, he spotted a familiar sight—an art station, complete with easels and colorful paint splatters covering the ground. He hadn’t given much thought to it until he saw someone adjusting the easels. She was facing away from him, but something about her posture and the way her hair caught the breeze felt oddly familiar.

Then it clicked.

Y/N.

Y/N Y/L/N, the girl who used to challenge him at every turn, the one who teased him just as much as he teased her. The one he hadn't seen since that infamous summer before high school, when they shared that awkward but unforgettable kiss.

He was about to call out her name when she turned around. There she was, looking even better than he remembered. She had grown up in all the right ways—confident and sharp-eyed, with a smudge of blue paint on her cheek that made her look even more vibrant.

But when her eyes locked onto Charlie’s, her expression quickly shifted from neutral to something bordering on annoyance. It was as if all the memories of their past antics came flooding back.

"Well, if it isn’t Charlie Baker," Y/N said, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Here I was hoping my summer would be free of your brand of chaos."

Charlie blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Y/N? You’re a counselor here? For—" He glanced at the easels. "Art?"

"Yeah. Not that you'd know anything about it," she shot back, wiping the paint off her cheek with the back of her hand. "What’s your excuse this time? Did they finally run out of people to put up with your pranks, so now you're stuck with running the sports program?"

Charlie smirked, trying to maintain his cool, though her teasing stung. "Nah, just filling in for someone. But wow, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit. Still packing that same fiery attitude."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "And you still have that same cocky grin. Must be exhausting to keep that up all these years."

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head. "I figured you might have mellowed out by now. Guess I was wrong."

"Disappointed?" she asked, arching a brow.

"Not really," Charlie admitted, though his eyes lingered on her a moment longer than he intended. If anything, he thought she looked better than ever, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. At least, not yet.

Y/N sighed dramatically, tossing a rag onto the art table. "Well, try not to make too much trouble this summer."

Charlie grinned. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

As Y/N turned back to the art table, Charlie couldn’t resist the urge to follow her. He sauntered over, hands in his pockets, and leaned casually against the table.

“So, Y/N,” Charlie began with a playful lilt, “where have you been hiding all these years? Haven’t seen you since that unforgettable summer before high school.”

Y/N didn’t look up from her work but let a sarcastic smile creep onto her face. “Oh, you know, just off having a blast and avoiding people like you. It’s been a full-time job.”

Charlie chuckled. “Avoiding me? Surely, I’m not that memorable.”

“Yeah, well, it’s amazing how quickly people forget the endless stream of pranks and trouble you caused,” Y/N shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’ve been busy with school like every normal high schooler.”

As she turned to grab more supplies, Charlie noticed the array of vibrant paints on the table. An idea sparked, and he grabbed a pot of red paint. With a mischievous grin, he gave it a quick shake and, with a flick of his wrist, let a splash of red land right on her shoulder.

The children around the art table burst into laughter, their amusement evident. Y/N froze, her eyes widening as she glanced down at the paint splotch. Slowly, she turned to face Charlie, who was struggling to hold back his laughter.

“Seriously?” Y/N said, her voice a mix of irritation and exasperation.

Charlie’s grin widened. “Just thought I’d brighten up your day a bit. You know, you’re looking even more colorful now.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re still as charming as ever. Must be exhausting trying to stay that annoying.”

“Ah, come on. You know you missed me,” Charlie said with a wink. “Can’t let you forget about me that easily.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a reluctant smile. “I wish I could.”

Charlie laughed, feeling a rush of nostalgia mixed with excitement. As Y/N grabbed a rag to clean the paint off her shoulder, Charlie’s playful grin stayed in place. Maybe this summer would be more interesting than he’d thought, especially with Y/N around to keep him on his toes.

☀️

Later that afternoon, Charlie found himself in the middle of a lively soccer game with a group of energetic boys. He was reveling in the game, showing off his skills and thoroughly enjoying himself. The boys cheered, their laughter echoing across the field as Charlie deftly maneuvered the ball.

Meanwhile, Y/N and a group of girls watched from the sidelines. They exchanged sly glances and whispered among themselves. ,,Okay girls, like we planned it out alright?” ,,why are we doing this again Y/N?” one of the girls asked Y/N with a giggle.

,,Cause we are independent women and we are better than them” ,,What does independent mean-“ ,,Be quiet Maya” Another girl snapped at Maya.

With a smirk, Y/N decided it was the perfect time for some well-deserved payback. She quickly gathered some flour and a water balloon launcher, and the girls readied their arsenal.

As Charlie focused on scoring yet another goal, Y/N signaled the girls to launch their surprise. Flour-filled balloons soared through the air and exploded over the soccer field, coating Charlie and the boys in a cloud of white powder.

“What the—?” Charlie’s shout was muffled as flour covered his face. He blinked through the haze, spotting Y/N and the girls hiding behind a tree, barely containing their laughter.

“Oh, look at that,” Y/N called out, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Charlie Baker, covered in flour. Who would’ve thought your soccer skills would include a new career as a walking pastry?”

Charlie, trying to wipe the flour from his eyes, shot her a playful glare. “Nice aim, Sweetheart. I see you’ve perfected the art of pastry warfare.”

The boys erupted into giggles, turning the prank into a full-blown flour fight. Charlie joined in, tossing flour back at the girls with a grin. “Guess you’re the reigning champion of the prank league now.”

Y/N smirked, hands on her hips as she surveyed the mess. “Just thought I’d give you a taste of your own medicine. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that paint job, did you?”

Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “No, I guess I should’ve expected this. I’m impressed.”

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. “Well, it’s not like you’re the only one who can dish it out. But don’t get too comfortable. I’m just getting started.”

As the flour fight reached its peak, with kids running around covered in powder and laughter filling the air, a stern voice cut through the chaos.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Counselor Mark stormed onto the field, his face a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

Mark, known for his no-nonsense attitude, took in the scene of flour-covered kids and smirking counselors with a raised eyebrow. Charlie and Y/N, still covered in flour, stopped mid-throw and turned to face Mark.

Charlie, his face smeared with white powder, tried to suppress a grin, while Y/N wiped a bit of flour from her cheek and put on a sheepish expression.

“Seriously, guys?” Mark said, his tone sharp. “This is not what we’re here for. I get that it’s all in good fun, but look at this mess.”

Charlie shrugged, still trying to keep his playful demeanor. “It was just a bit of fun, Mark. We were trying to keep the kids entertained.”

Mark’s gaze shifted to Y/N, who raised an eyebrow in a mix of defiance and amusement. “And I’m sure Y/N was just doing her part to make sure everyone’s summer here is memorable, right?”

Y/N folded her arms and tried to look contrite, though her eyes betrayed her amusement. “Yeah, you could say that. I guess we got a bit carried away.”

Mark sighed, his frustration not entirely masking his grudging admiration for their creativity. “Well, carried away is an understatement. Next time, let’s keep the pranks out of the organized activities and focus on making the summer fun without turning it into a disaster zone.”

Charlie nodded, trying to look apologetic. “Got it. We’ll keep it in check. Just thought we’d add a little excitement.”

Mark’s expression softened slightly as he glanced around at the kids, who were now eagerly helping clean up the flour. “Alright. But remember, the real goal here is to be role models. Let’s show these kids how to have fun without making a mess.”

“Understood,” Y/N said, giving a small, rueful smile.

Mark nodded and turned to help with the cleanup, leaving Charlie and Y/N standing in the middle of the field, still covered in flour.

,,What a great role model you are” Charlie smirked.

,,Shut up, Baker.” Y/N shot him a glare.

☀️

helllooooo simps for tom welling! as the end of summer (its september so it means autumn season idgaf) I wanted to release this short one-shot with this hottie (:

if you are interested for a series or another part hmu ☀️

x nellie

#charlie baker #charlie baker x reader #cheaper by the dozen #tom welling #tom welling x reader #charlie baker tom welling #clark kent #summer fics #summer camp #tom welling cheaper by the dozen #cruel summer

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zoloft3 · 2 months ago

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godly summer

☆彡eijiro kirishima x reader

tags -- > summer camp AU, found family, confessions, alcohol and weed mentions, ex! bakugou and best friend! bakugou, its a little poetic don't be mad guys

a/n : this whole fic was inspired by @rueclfer and their evergreen smau series. I read like one sentence of one of the chapters and had war flash back levels of inspiration and somehow... this was born. hope u guys enjoy :p

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The water was cool against the skin of your ankles. You listened to the sound of the dock beneath you, wondering how something so completely dead, could make so much noise. Funny how certain sounds are always there, and you only notice when you’re alone with them.

That was how you felt about Eijiro too.

You’d spent almost every summer of your life together. But it wasn’t until this one that you noticed him, when you were the only two who came back. Out of that original group of ten, just you and him were left.

His face was lit by the glow of the fireflies, soft and tinged slightly green. His shoulders back as he rested against the wooden planks. You had never known his silhouette, his neck and face, like you do now. Never yearned everyday and begged to your gods, the gods that ruled this summer, for someone like you did for him. Unending, searing heat, that ruled every year and softened the blade of time. Like the stove determines every dinner, the click of the burner signaling the start, summer wouldn’t be the same without him.

He was always there, right next to you. Playing with the tadpoles you’d catch in your bright blue bucket, chasing after you on your bike as everyone raced to the dining hall for dinner. You’d push him in the pool and he’d beat you in every game of volleyball. Always pushing and pulling, a tidal reminder of your friendship, he’d never been anywhere but next to you.

The moment you realized that, it was like fate whispering in your ear. Like an invisible hand had turned your head ever so slightly, right in his direction. You wondered how you’d never thought to look that way before.

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He had been chasing the kids around all day. Unfortunately, one of you campers had caught a cold and you'd been cooped up inside, leaving Eijiro to take over many of your duties. When the day had finally come to a close, dusk sweeping over the valley, he'd returned to your shared cabin. Collapsing beside you on your bunk, he let out the biggest sigh before turning to you whispering, “Don’t ever let me go out there alone without you again.”

You glanced over at him from your book, and immediately your heart stopped. Pupils dilating, you watched his chest move with each breath and realized how beautiful he’s always been. Big eyes looking up at you like there was no one he’d rather be staring back at.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

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The dock sighed under his shifting weight and the memory was gone, slipping down to the bottom of the lake.

He was leaning forward, your shoulders now touching. You watched him as he looked out to the tree line decorating the mountain you grew up under.

“Do you think you’ll ever stop coming back?” He asked and finally turned to look at you.

“I don’t think it would be the same if I did.” You answered, “My life would be completely different. Everything revolves around these three months, if I stopped coming I… I don’t know.”

You looked away, the black lake water consuming you. What would you do? Live in a city for the rest of your life, dreaming about this place like someone yearns for their first love? Pathetic and boring, working some dumb office job you’d never be happy in? If there was no summer, there wasn’t anything else.

“It’d be like loosing a piece of yourself, right?”

You turned back to him, surprised that he knew the answer.

“Yeah,” You nodded, watching his hair in the wave breeze, “That’s exactly it.”

You were silent for a few minutes, gathering your thoughts and listening to the swaying of the reeds, “How come it’s only been you and me together… now? Why were we so far apart for so long?”

You noticed his chest deflate, eyes widening “You’re not seriously asking me that.”

“What? Why wouldn’t I?” The thought of him being upset with you, was almost heartbreaking.

“You know,” He looked so tired, like this was a topic he’d spent his whole life studying, but you’d never even heard of it before.

“I don’t,” You pleaded, “Please, tell me.”

“Katsuki. It was always Katsuki to you. I was just… never enough. Whatever we were was never enough compared to you and him.”

Your heart crumpled. Mostly because he was right.

Ever since that first summer, when you were all 6 years old. Too young for the sleep away camp, but all your parents had decided to stay in the rentable cabins for a few weeks. You and Katsuki had been the first to meet. From first glance, and then first tree fort, you were inseparable. Everyone else came after that, and you made the best friends you’d ever have in your lifetime. But no one could compete with you and Katsuki.

You all had come together to form one of the strongest friend groups, pulling the parents in too. It became a tradition. Every year, the same place. A big family that everyone made together. The gods had been stitching the quilt for centuries, and you all had no choice but to be stitched alongside one another.

The year you all turned twelve, everyone was old enough for the sleep away camp. That’s when it became inevitable. Some of the parents still came, nervous about their babies being all alone, but by fourteen it was the ten of you against the world. Ochako had stopped coming by fifteen. She needed a summer job that paid more, and nobody could be upset about that. At 16 most of you became counselors.

The summers kept getting longer and the friendships too. Campfires and drinking until sunrise. Smoking under redwoods and sex on the forest floor where no one was watching. Phones tossed in the lake and break-ups so tragic they threatened to tear everything apart. Until the next game night, or scavenger hunt, or drunk birthday party had everyone stuck together again. Nobody could stay away for long. You’d be texting all year, sending memes and creating snapchat streaks larger than your bank account balance at times.

It was only a matter of time though. Before everything began to fall apart.

The summer before senior year was the best and the last good one. Everyone was there. Ochako, who had negotiated a raise with the camp director. Hanta, who's mother had threatened to never let him come back after last year’s laced weed incident.

It was the summer you kissed Eijiro for the first time. A game of truth or dare had put the two of you out on the lake, naked and in a row boat (don’t ask). He was gorgeous and staring at your naked body like he wanted to swallow it whole, so you thought 'why not kiss him?'

Unfortunately, it didn’t lead very far, his knee between your legs shifted the weight of the boat a bit too far. You both had to swim back naked and in the pitch black with only the stars to guide you. The whole situation was too dark and wet to search for your clothes, so you both scrambled back to your respective cabins as quickly as possible, forgetting the whole thing. But not really.

You never forgot how his lips felt, or his hands pulled on your waist and then your hips. How easily he pried you open, and scraped you clean.

You did forget about Katsuki, though.

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The two of you had been best friends since day one. He was your first kiss, first boyfriend, first time, first love, first breakup, and first life long friend.

But after senior year, only half of you returned. Most too busy prepping and moving away to college. Mina was moving to Paris, Denki and Hanta off to california for school, and so on. It left the next summer with just you, Izuku, Katsuki and Eijiro. It wasn't inheirantly terrible, the four of you getting along fine for the most part. But that didn't take away from the feeling that your whole world was falling apart. it was as if summer was crumbling under your feet and attempting to drag you down into the lake. The weight of it's loss forcing you to sink into its depths forever.

Now, it was just the two of you, alone. Izuku had finally landed a job, and Katsuki was off traveling with his new boyfriend. It was all terribly perfect for everyone else. You could barely open your phone, without being bombarded with pictures and messages about how wonderfully everyone's lives were going. How easily they managed to move on without you, without summer.

You’d dated the loud blonde when you were 14, but it only lasted two years. The two of you had eventually realized that you were not good as partners and decided to just be friends again. Somehow, the romance had replaced your best friend, and you needed him more than you needed a boyfriend.

It was very amicable, but not without tears. You were terrified that the break up meant losing him. Which was part of the reason you held on for so long. But luckily it did the opposite, You were closer than ever. He’d burn the world for you, and you’d always call him first before anyone else for anything. Summer had that effect. A soothing and thick honey that healed over burns and cuts like no other medicine. Something about this place, its humid air and smokey breeze made it impossible to remember your grievances and hold onto grudges. Under the gaze of the mountain and beneath the faceless moon, you were home. Nothing could destroy that, as long as you were here.

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Coming back to the conversation you sighed, “Right, Katsuki.”

Looking at it from an outsiders perspective. You were a bit untouchable. Katsuki was very overprotective and you guys did everything together. If someone was trying to get your attention, without Katsuki noticing, it would be near impossible.

“Yeah,” Eijiro smiled in exasperation, “You know he punched me in the face for that night on the boat right?”

You gasped, “Really? That’s what that black eye was from?”

You completely forgot but now distinctly remember Eijiro gaining a black eye soon after the boat kiss.

“Yeah,” He sighed, “But you see now, don’t you? He was always first, and it was hard to be second.”

You remembered his and Mina’s cute but very short relationship that transpired a few weeks after that kiss. It ended quickly in the fall, but you remembered how strange it was that he was with her. They got along well, sure, but you couldn’t help but wonder why her, and not you?

Now you know.

“I’m sorry,” You put your hand over his, “If I’d known, It could’ve been different.”

“Oh no,” He smiled, reaching up to smooth a thumb across your cheek, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You were whispered to once again, the gods pushed your head forward, connecting your lips.

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The next day, you picked up the old payphone outside the office and called Katuski. It rang only once before he picked up.

"Hello, you," You called into the receiver, smiling fondly.

"Hello," You could hear the smile in his voice, "I was just thinking about calling you."

"Oh really? Why's that?" You and Katsuki could go weeks without speaking. Often times only calling or texting when something important was happening. But as soon as you reached out, all the pieces fell back into place, and it was like no time had passed at all.

"You'll never guess who just got proposed to. In front of the Eiffel Tower no less, I almost said no," He answered and you could practically see the smirk on his face

"Katsuki!" You shouted for joy, "I'm so happy for you. Really, you've no idea."

"Yeah, the whole thing is ridiculous, but unfortunately I love him," He sighed dramatically, "Now, what did want to talk about?"

"Well I have some news too," You bit your lip, attempting to contain your exictment and preparing for the onslaught of questions, "Eijiro and I are dating."

"What?!"

There was a loud bump, followed by a thud on the other line, "Sorry, ahem, when the fuck did that happen?"

"well it's been going on for a while, but officially, its only been since last night. We kissed on the dock over the lake and talked for hours. It was so romantic I'm sure you would've had a heart attack."

"I think I'm having one right now."

You laughed, truly happy. In that singular moment as you leaned against the old yellow plexiglass of payphone box, listening to Katuski rant about the responsibilities of a real relationship and safe sex, summer was back. Patting you softly on the shoulder, you closed your eyes, letting it's heat fully embrace you.

Then the dinner bell rung, and the moment passed, carried away on by the evening breeze.

"Listen, 'Tsuki, i've got to go, but I love you, congratulations, text me later okay?"

"Love you too, idiot. Go give Ei a slap on a back for me. Don't tell him it was me though."

You smiled, imagining him slapping Eijiro so hard he started coughing, "Wouldn't dream of it."

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You returned to your cabin that night, happier than you'd been in years. The weight on your chest was light and unthreatening. There was something different in the air now. A change of perspective, perhaps.

You knew now that summer would always be there. No matter who joined you, it was something you built over years of loving and laughing. You still knew this place, its trees and streams and fireflies. The memories would never leave, the friendships wouldn't cease to exist. Even if it's not the same, even if it's over, it still happened. Summer would always follow, as long as you made sure to look back from time to time.

The second you walked in the door he came to meet you. The love on his face was enough to ease any remaining worries. Everything else fell away as he held your face in his hands.

You wrapped your arms around him as he kissed you. Summer never tasted so sweet as it did on his lips.

When you were with him, it seemed to never end.

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thanks again to @saemeret for being my beta, couldn't have gotten the courage to do this without you <3

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