#Back To Friends

[sunmoonyandstars]

sombr crashing out when singing back to friends is so fucking real

[dear-oizys]

I just listened to the how can we go back to being friends song after hearing it everywhere and immediately got stabbed in the heart cause it reminded me of brocedes

So there's that

back to friends by sombr is a brocedes song

[klarolinexluv]

HOW CAN WE GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS

WHEN WE JUST. SHARED. A. BED.

HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT ME AND PRETEND

IM SOMEONE YOU NEVER MET

[lunaticguy2]

im tired of inhun edits with "back to friends" audio! im tired of this grandpa!

[snowysosturn]

Back To Friends - Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris wants to go back to being friends, but you're not too sure how to

warnings: writing in second person for a change so bare with me lol, angst, no happy ending, one of three parts.

wc: 400

The sheets are still warm.

Chris is already getting dressed, shirt half thrown over his head, back turned to you like that makes it easier. Like he didn’t just trace your spine with his fingers and whisper your name like it was sacred.

You watch him in silence, the ache in your chest spreading like smoke. You want to say something.

Anything.

But you don’t know where to start.

He clears his throat. “I should go.”

You nod, even though you hate it.

He pauses by the edge of your bed, his hand tightening around his phone. “We said this didn’t mean anything.”

"No, you said that." you reply quietly. "I just didn’t argue."

He finally looks at you. And God, it hurts. The way he looks like he wants to say a million things and none of them make it past his lips.

“You know this complicates things Y/n.” he says.

You sit up, the sheets falling from your shoulders. “Things were already complicated.”

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “This was a mistake.”

And that’s the part that burns.

Because maybe it was a mistake, but not the kind you regret. The kind you repeat.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand, grabbing one of your hoodies off the chair and tossing it at him so he can wear something warmer home.

“If this was such a mistake, why do you keep coming back?”

He catches it, but doesn’t answer.

You cross your arms. “How are we supposed to go back to being just friends, when you kiss me like that? When we share a bed like we didn’t promise not to?”

Still, silence.

“How can you look right at me and pretend I’m someone you never met?”

That one gets him. You see it, that flicker of guilt in his jaw, the way his fingers tense around the fabric.

“I don’t want to pretend” he finally says, voice hoarse. “But I don’t know how to stay, either.”

You nod slowly, heart sinking. “Then maybe stop crawling into my bed every time you miss me.”

You don’t finish your sentence with “or need me.” You don’t have to.

He doesn’t say goodbye when he leaves.

You don’t cry.

But your pillow still smells like him, and for the rest of the night, you lie awake, wondering if maybe pretending to be strangers would be easier than pretending you’re still just friends?

a/n: still on break just had to do something to this song, i may have two more lil parts to this heheh

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[mikeymadisons]

— BACK TO FRIENDS (2025)

[midnightloversmusic]

Request for Shane Boose (Sombr), with a girlfriend who makes like whimsy folk music, fluff, with a little bit of anxiety on readers part because his musics getting big and shes so proud but she is scared because hes getting bigger, and maybe she isnt enough now. Please and thank you!!

Heyyy, finally someone I can share my sombr obsession with lol!!! Thank you for requesting :)

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You have loved music since before you knew how talk. You've been making it for what seems like forever. Everything about music spoke to you. Lyrics that resinated with the masses, and squeezed your heart strings, guitar melodies that had you dreamily staring off into space, and piano chords that you could feel deep in your soul.

When you got your first guitar you were 11 years old. You knew you wanted to be a musician from the start. You slowly worked up the skills to make melodies for your lyrics and when you were 15 you figured out how to produce your own music and upload it on Spotify.

You still don't understand how it happened. People fell in love with your music so quickly. they started calling it "whimsical masterpieces" and your sounds started trending on TikTok and filtered over to other social media platforms. It happened so quickly that you couldn't even pause for a second. You put out song after song and wrote lyrics like there was no tomorrow.

When you got a record deal you were thrilled, It was new and exciting. They helped you produce your first full album and got you a tour. You couldn't wait to meet all the people who had made this happen for you. All the fans who streamed your music.

You had never been better.

until you met him.

Your tour manager told you about a new singer, he went by the name "Sombr". you had heard his song Caroline from a few years back and instantly fell in love with his voice. You'd been listening to his music ever since.

You were ecstatic to know that you'd not only be meeting him, but living with him on a tour bus for months. You hoped a friendship could bloom and maybe even be able to make some music with him.

As tour kicked off it was all a blur of busses, endless fans, new cities, but meeting Shane stuck out. Shane was never a blur.

He was truly a ray of light and a center of peace on the hectic tour. He was funny and smart and your fans loved him as well as his fans loved you.

A friendship bloomed quicker than you could've imagined, you hit it off immediately.

Post show movie nights snuggled on the couch. Playing each other new song ideas, jamming out on guitar, and reading quietly beside each other.

It was nice to have someone you could talk to about a newfound fame.

That was until his song "Back to Friends" blew up completely.

More and more people started coming to your shows to see him open, and you were so proud of him, but it seemed that you and him had less and less in common in the months that followed.

You got more distant, your brain insisting that because of his newfound popularity that you weren't a good enough musician to hang out with him. You thought that he would leave eventually and become to big to even remember your existence.

Shane noticed, of course he did.

He had been confused. he thought he'd made a friend and wanted to confide in you about the rapid success he had gained, but you seemed off. You smiled at him, congratulated him, but avoided spending any extra time with him if you could help it.

It hurt his feelings, if he were being honest, he had started having more romantic feelings toward you and was going to ask you out before you started distancing yourself.

Shane started going over everything he could have done wrong in his head. Did he say something, or do something that made you upset?

he knew he could be loud, sometimes too much. He thought you liked it though. He always felt like he could be his truest self around you.

After a show in Boston he decided to talk to you, if it was something he did, he needed to make it right.

he missed you.

As expected he watched you get off the stage and pass him, you murmured a quick and concise,

"you sounded great out there earlier"

but before he could say anything back, you had already left and headed toward the tour bus.

He frowned, and took a deep breath before following you out of the venue.

"y/n!" he shouted after you,

It looked As if the sound of his voice pained you, or startled you because when you stopped walking it took you a few moments to turn around. Internally battling on wether or not you should keep walking.

wow.

Shane thought,

I must have really fucked this up.

He ran up to meet you, his facial expression could only be described as a kicked puppy. His brown eyes pleading before he said anything to you,

"y/n, look I know I'm a lot. I can be shitty, I'm loud, I'm rowdy, I talk too much, I'm too unserious, and I know you can do so much better but I really like you and I need you to tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. please."

you took a sharp breath in.

The pain in his voice startled you, you had no idea he felt that way about you, you never wanted to hurt him. You were just protecting yourself from the pain that would come when he inevitably left you behind to start his newfound career.

"Shane," you said like it pained you.

Before you could explain yourself he cut you off again,

"No. Don't do that. I need to know what I did wrong, I miss you okay? I miss you so fucking much it hurts. I miss cuddling on the couch, I miss your laugh, your smile, everything about you, and you just left. You're still here but you're gone and I need to know how to get you back and-"

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

You couldn't stand watching him beat himself up over your stupid tendency to hide yourself away.

the kiss was sweet, it was soft and gooey, it was everything you had ever dreamed about. His lips were soft and you could feel his little breaths of air puff across your face. the tickle of his curls brushing your cheeks.

you smiled against his lips and he pulled away gasping softly. He rested his forehead against yours and his eyebrows were scrunched like he was in pain,

"you- I-, you left, Why-"

"Shane," you whispered

"I thought you were going to leave me." you croaked out

"What?"

"You were doing so good with your music, I mean I don't even know why you're still opening for my tour, I should be opening for you now."

you sigh.

"I just thought that once your music started kicking off you'd be so enthralled by the fame that you'd forget about me. I mean I'm not a good enough musician to even be seen talking with you anymore"

"no," He sounded like your words were a knife that sliced right through him,

"You are the best musician I know and I don't know how you could ever think I could forget about you. you are everything to me. Don't you get it? You're everything. I'd give it all up to be by your side."

"Shane," you breathed out

you brought your lips back up to his for another kiss. This one was firmer, passion poured into every part of it. You wanted this forever. You wanted him forever, and you thought he might feel the same.

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[kxsagi]

“𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝”

a/n: back to friends by sombr is stuck in my head so… i wrote about it

i was in an angsty mood and i don’t think i’ve ever written angst with an ending like this before, and no one hurt me, but IT’S THE MUSIC

isagi’s POV here

you knew you shouldn’t have opened the door. the moment the knock echoed through the apartment, soft and unsure like it regretted sounding at all, your heart clenched in that familiar way. but you opened it anyway. and there he was – yoichi, soaked from the rain, hood drawn lazily over his head, eyes cast down like maybe if he didn’t look directly at you, it wouldn’t hurt as much. he looked the same and different all at once, like a memory with new edges. his mouth parted, like he had something to say, but nothing came. and you didn’t ask. didn’t demand a reason. you just stepped aside and let him in, like you always did. 

you told yourself you were done. you told your friends it ended on good terms, that it wasn’t ugly or messy, just a slow fade of something that couldn’t be held together anymore. they believed you. maybe you believed yourself, on the good days. but those nights – the ones like this, when he stood in your doorway with apologies hidden behind silence – you were reminded that your heart had always been a little too soft for him. he never had to ask. never had to beg. one look was enough. 

he kissed you before the door even shut completely, tentative at first, like he thought you might turn away. but you didn’t. you never did. his hands found your waist like they remembered the shape of you. like muscle memory. and yours slid up his back as if no time had passed at all. you fell into him, into the kiss, into the lie. 

later, tangled in your sheets with the rain tapping gently against the window, you tried not to look at him. he was watching you. always did, like he wanted to memorize you and forget you all at once. your fingers curled against his back, your breath unsteady, the ceiling above you blurred by the weight of everything unspoken. you wanted to ask what this was. you wanted to pretend you didn’t already know. 

“we should stop doing this,” you whispered. it wasn’t the first time. 

he didn’t move. didn’t say anything. and when he finally spoke, it was so quiet you almost missed it. “i know.” 

that was it. no protest. no i miss you, no this means something. just the quiet defeat of someone who didn’t want to lie anymore but didn’t know how to tell the truth either. he turned away from you after that, back facing you, the warmth of him still clinging to the sheets while the cold settled between your ribs. 

you sat there for a long moment, looking at the shape of his spine, memorizing the curve of his shoulder blades like it mattered. your voice trembled. “how can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?” 

he didn’t answer right away. didn’t even flinch. then, softly, so softly it sounded like guilt: “we weren’t really friends when we were dating either.” 

your chest cracked. something deep and aching, the kind of pain that doesn’t bleed – it just stays. he didn’t turn around. didn’t try to hold you. and you didn’t cry. crying would have made it real, and you still weren’t ready for that. 

you remembered last december. you remembered him asleep on your chest, hair damp from the shower, mumbling half-asleep words about how your heartbeat was the only thing that ever made him feel calm. you were too scared to move back then. too scared to breathe. you just stayed still, praying time would stop for just a minute more. but time didn’t. it kept moving. it always does. 

he left before the sun rose, slipping out the door with the same quiet hands he used to trace your skin. you woke up alone, reached for him instinctively, and found nothing. not even a text. not even a goodbye. just the faint scent of him on your sheets and the lingering warmth on his pillow. 

the next time you saw him was on a street you used to walk together. he was laughing with friends – reo, nagi, someone else you didn’t recognize. his smile was wide, his posture easy, and his eyes skimmed past you like you were part of the crowd. like he didn’t know you. like he hadn’t kissed you breathless two weeks ago. like he hadn’t once said forever and almost meant it. 

you froze. and he kept walking. 

you wondered how he did it. how he could look at you and pretend. pretend you were nothing. pretend you didn’t know what his hands felt like at 3 AM. pretend you didn’t know how he sounded when he was half-asleep and vulnerable and whispering your name like a prayer. 

but he let go. that’s what he does. he lets go and doesn’t look back, and you hold on like a fool. your friends say you deserve better. that he’s emotionally unavailable, that he never really loved you, not the way you loved him. but they didn’t see the way he looked at you that one night in december. the way he held you like he was afraid the world would end if he didn’t. 

they didn’t hear his voice when he said i love you like it burned. 

maybe you imagined it. maybe he never said it. maybe you made it all up. 

but it doesn’t change the ache. doesn’t change the way you still sleep on one side of the bed. doesn’t change the way his name still tastes like regret. 

he’s gone now. and you’re just someone he used to love. or maybe not even that. maybe you’re just someone he used. someone he ran to when the world got too loud. someone he needed only when he was falling apart. 

and now, you’re someone he never met. 

and it hurts. gosh, it hurts. 

because you remember everything. and he remembers nothing. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[caliluvsux]

i love sombr so much it’s not funny

back to friends is my song

[cassielunaaa]

no one understands my love for this man.

[willfreakbyers]

S5 byler is going to be so—

HOW CAN WE GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS WHEN WE JUST SHARED A BED!!!

[infamousmisunderstood]

When I first heard back to friends by sombr it made me think of unrequited Bartylus but now it makes me think of Rosekiller from Evan’s perspective before they sorted their shit out and I can’t decide which hurts more…

[digitaldaydreamm]

back to friends (teaser)

ex!rafe x soft!reader

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"We’re just friends," he said once, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Friends who send drunk texts at two in the morning. Friends who show up at each other's doors without knocking. Friends who keep finding their way back into the same bed, pretending it doesn’t mean anything.

You ended things months ago. You said goodbye. You promised you’d move on. But every time you look at him, you see the boy who held you like you were his whole world. Every time he touches you—like he can’t help it—you feel every promise he never kept.

It’s a lie you both agreed to live inside. Pretend you’re strangers. Pretend the way he looks at you now doesn’t unravel everything you worked so hard to stitch back together. Pretend that sharing a bed, sharing breaths, sharing everything—doesn’t still feel like home.

But lately, the lies are starting to crack. And maybe... maybe neither of you are ready to let go. Maybe you never were.

Because how can you go back to being friends, when you never stopped being in love?

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[snowysosturn]

Back To Friends II - Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris keeps leaving and you finally let him. but somehow, that’s what breaks him.

warnings: written in 3rd person we're spicing things up round here!!! angst, no happy ending, two of three parts.

part 1 part 2 part 3

wc: 460

Chris drives home in silence.

The city blurs past, buildings, lights, people. It’s all meaningless noise behind the echo in his chest. Her voice still rings in his head.

“Then maybe stop crawling into my bed every time you miss me.”

She didn’t yell. That’s what gutted him most. She didn’t beg him to stay, didn’t ask him what it meant, didn’t even cry.

She just said it like she meant it.

Like it hurt too much to keep letting him leave.

At a red light, he grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. The imprint of her body still lingers on his skin, the warmth of her against him, the way she sighed when she thought he was asleep.

And he hates himself for leaving.

But he’s worse when he stays.

11:42 am

His phone buzzes. A text from a mutual friend:

“Hey, coming to the party tonight? She’ll be there.”

He stares at the screen. Doesn't reply. Instead, opens her contact, still saved as just her name.

No heart. No emoji. No inside joke. 

Just her.

The last text between them?

Y/n: Let me know if you get home safe. Chris: I will.

He never did.

He locks the phone, shoving it face down.

7:28 pm

He goes to the party anyway. Doesn’t know why. Maybe to prove he’s fine. Maybe to see her. Maybe to see if she looks like she regrets it, too.

She does, but not in the way he hoped.

She’s across the room, laughing. That loud, unfiltered kind of laugh that used to be his favourite. He watches her hug someone else, let someone touch her arm, lean in close to say something.

He takes a long drink.

And when her eyes flicker to him, just for a second, something shifts. Her smile falters. Just a crack. Barely there.

But he sees it.

And it destroys him.

He slips outside. Lights a cigarette even though he quit last year. Anything to feel something else.

Footsteps behind him. Then her voice.

"Do you always leave like that? Or is it just with me?"

He doesn’t turn around.

"Would it have been better if I stayed?"

She lets out a sharp laugh. "You stayed the night before. Didn’t seem to change anything."

He looks over his shoulder now. And she notices he's standing there in that same oversized hoodie she threw at him, like he didn’t mean to wear it but also maybe he did.

"I don’t know how to be near you without wanting more" he says, honest, raw and tired.

"Then stop pretending we can be friends" she replies. "Just because you can lie to yourself. Doesn’t mean I can."

And with that, she walks back inside.

He stays outside until the cigarette burns to the filter.

a/n: this song is gonna kill me istg

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