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SUMMER WENT AWAY, STILL THE YEARNING STAYS !

‹. ace trappola, deuce spade, jack howl, jamil viper ›

. bulleted hcs

⇝that fleeting summer love that comes once in a lifetime.

[ n: uhh idk if i can consider this angsty??? it's kindaaaaa angsty lmao??? sort of modern au. this has been rotting in my drafts for centuries. ty for 900 ! this fic can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. not proofread. jamil when he when w ]

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---→ tw. violence associated with delinquency in deuce's part.

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ace trappola ‹ heartslabyul ›

. you met ace around your neighborhood one summer when you were 14.

. he was the temporary boy nextdoor staying with a relative.

. he seemed to get close to the other neighborhood kids pretty quickly and you were impressed.

. you would see him around as you passed by the basketball court or by the curb sitting on his skateboard with a popsicle in hand.

. you never made a move to approach him, but everytime you passed you would always catch each other's gaze.

. he never broke eye contact first and you always found yourself turning away from the awkward staring contests he traps you in.

. this went on for a few weeks.

. til one afternoon you were out with your friends at your usual spot.

. ace and his group of neighborhood kids arrived no later and you all collectively decided to mingle together.

. and as everyone was talking amongst themselves under the 4 pm suburban atmosphere of the neighborhood, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

. his spiky red hair and boyish grin greeted you when you turned around.

. you don't remember how it happened but you found yourself trying to balance yourself on his skateboard.

. he held your hand trying to help you balance yourself as you gently kicked on the pavement.

. ace's teasing laughs and your yelps as you tried your best to learn the skateboard went on for hours until eventually the light of the street lamp was the only illumination you both had.

. and as you sat under it, popsicles in hands exchanging friendly banter amongst yourselves, you realize how charming he actually was.

. he was still a dick at times. the way he teasingly lets you go when you're out of balance or when you fall onto the pavement and he has his good share of laughs before going over to help you.

. it pissed you off a LOT whenever he did those.

. but along with this, ace was also the boy that treated you to popsicles. he was the one who patched your little cuts and bruises from times you fell off the skateboard.

. ace was the boy who would walk you back to your front porch and wave at you with that signature cocky grin before skating back to the house he stayed at.

. and every afternoon, at the same time and same place, you and him would rendezvous because you were determined to learn to skate (mostly out of spite because he kept being an asshole).

. it had become a sort of routine. this went on for the whole summer. and you always found yourself looking forward to your little skating lessons.

. one particular evening though, as you were both walking home—well, ace walked. you skated on the board having much improved since the first time you tried it out.

. something felt a little off. you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but ace seemed to be acting a bit strange.

. he treated you to a nearby cafe without attempting to have you pay, he was a lot more talkative than usual asking about you (without saying much about himself, but you figured you could ask him some other day), and saying you could bring his skateboard home with you.

. you wanted to ask him about it, but you didn't want to ruin the moment. ace was being genuine and this was a rare occasion. if anything, you should capture this moment and hang it up a wall gilded in gold.

. he smiled. an honest smile yet somehow it felt a bit melancholic before waving you off with a goodbye, his signature grin creeping its way to his features.

. you twisted the knob to your front door but turn around one last time to see his figure move past the streetlight.

. but all you caught was a last glimpse of his shadow before he was gone.

. the following day, ace didn't show up to your usual spot.

. you still had his skateboard, so you figured you should just visit his place to see if he's alright.

. “oh my, he didn't tell you? his family picked him up early this morning.” the lady who answered the door said with an apologetic smile.

. “but i'm sure he left the skateboard with you as a gift. because otherwise he would have taken it with him.”

. you've never seen of heard from him again since. and throughout the years, you'd grown up. you gained new interests, worked part time jobs and you'd grown out of the mostly silly things you liked when you were younger.

. but occasionally, you glance at one specific corner of your room and see an old skateboard that once belonged to a boy you'd met who will always have a piece of you with him wherever he was today.

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deuce spade ‹ heartslabyul ›

. at 14, you were a wild child.

. the rebellious kind. the kid that ran around at night vandalizing the buildings around the city.

. though you were a delinquent, you didn't pick fights and bully the helpless.

. you fought those who you thought deserved to get beat up, taking your anger out on the world through violence.

. you were a kid who was sick and tired of being forced to do things you didn't like.

. the typical rebellious teenager on the streets.

. during one of your escapades, you run into a boy.

. hair dyed blonde, a tacky looking jacket and a demeanor that looked as if he was ready to fight someone all the time.

. and fight he did because this boy was STRONG.

. that was clear to you the day you found yourself facing against a group of assholes who were too afraid to fight by themselves.

. they had advantage in numbers and it was frustrating for you being the only one against them.

. you turned your head to brace yourself from the impact of one of their fists when instead of the familiar pang of a fist hitting your cheek, it never came.

. instead there was a grunt and a thud. the arms holding your weak body loosened their grip on you and you took the opportunity to break free.

. that's when you first met deuce spade.

. he wasn't like most of the jerks you've met. this guy was a lot more... well, he was like you.

. he understood why you did what you did. he was essentially the same. he was frustrated so he used his fists to help ease the anger he feels towards himself.

. soon, you found yourselves spending time with each other. you fought alongside each other, you treat each other's wounds—you were partners.

. and every time you met up to hang out you would wait for deuce to show up at your meeting spot.

. then you would ride around the city in his blastcycle till you both decided you were tired and called it a day.

. you both didn't engage in violence towards anyone that wasn't another delinquent.

. and although you would get beat up sometimes, it was always better if it was with deuce.

. afterwards you would get up, ride to the nearest convenience stores and with your knuckles littered with matching bruises, eat some ice cream and laugh about whatever it was you guys thought was funny about that day.

. somehow, you found yourself feeling all the anger towards the world start to dissipate.

. you felt like the world wasn't as cruel when you were with deuce. the friendship you had gave you comfort.

. it was nice to have someone to lean on. someone who understood you.

. they were the best months if your life.

. then one day he stopped coming.

. days turned to weeks and weeks to months.

. you finally decided he wasn't coming to see you anymore.

. you found yourself wandering the city in your own. you were on your alone again.

. but instead of getting angry or going out to look for deuce, you felt like it was best if you didn't.

. deuce was a good guy deep down. if he was in any sort of trouble, you would have definitely heard about it by now.

. maybe he finally decided there's more to throwing fists at other people. maybe he finally realized life of a delinquent doesn't get you anywhere. maybe he's decided there's better things—more important things.

. because you did as well.

. so you stopped wandering the city. you stopped being angry.

. because you already knew what peace felt like around your old friend. if you can find that with him, you can find it with yourself.

. you both learned from each other and although you don't know if you'll ever see those familiar bright blue eyes again, you know he's taught you something special.

. you hope he's doing better out there.

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jack howl ‹ savanaclaw ›

. during one summer when you were 10, your family took you camping.

. and as a curious child, you ran around every day since you got to camp grounds to play.

. everyday was a new adventure. and though you would play by yourself near the creek splashing on the shallow water as you listened to the cicadas chirping in the summer air from the trees above you, you didn't seem to mind.

. until one afternoon, while you were building yourself a fort made of sticks, you caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes and a fluffy tail from the tall grasses nearby.

. you were a bit scared because you thought it would be a big animal, but as you observed it some more, you could see the tail was a lot smaller.

. probably a baby wolf?

. wolves were still scary though. but your parents told you everywhere in the camp grounds was safe. it's why they let you wander around freely to play.

. maybe it was a friendly baby wolf.

. while you were contemplating whether to run away and tell your parents or stay and pet it, you felt the creature leap from the grass and land in front of you.

. it wasn't a wolf. well, not completely. it was a boy with wolf ears and a tail..!

. and he howled. well, he attempted to. it didn't come out as a roar, though. it sounded like a cute dog trying to bark really long and loud but still ended up sounding squeaky.

. it made you giggle. and by the expression he had, that didn't seem to be his goal.

. his name was jack and his family were also staying in the camp for a while.

. it didn't take long for you and jack to meet up at the same spot everyday. sometimes you would even run over to his family's camp just to call him over to play.

. and everyday, jack would attempt to howl.

. and everyday you would cheer him on, even if it didn't come out how he wanted.

. jack was serious when it came to playtime. he would give you instructions on how to build your fort. he would always gather the food (acorns and rocks) for your home (your stick fort) and would fight off any monsters (scare away wandering small animals that pass by) that try to threaten your home.

. it was sweet and you both had a lot of fun.

. you both found a seed on the ground on the day jack said his family was packing to leave.

. you planted it and pinky promised that you would both come back when the tree is fully grown.

. now you stand underneath a tall, sturdy tree and you smile at the carvings left by someone at some point in time.

. there was a mark with your initial and the letter J.

. you don't know where he is now. but you were sure he was here.

. you don't know him by anything else other than just 'jack from the other camp'.

. but you hope someday your stars will align and you'll meet again.

. and you can both stand underneath the small seed you both planted and watch its beautiful blossoms shimmer under the sun together once more.

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jamil viper ‹ scarabia ›

. you were going through a messy time in your life.

. you were 24 when your friends said you should do solo travelling. they said it would help you get your mind off of your recent 3-year relationship breakup.

. with nothing really much to lose, you take their advice and book a flight off to somewhere.

. the only problem now was if you could actually fly off to that somewhere.

. they couldn't let you board because your baggage exceeded the weight limit. and now you sit down in the airport bench, aggressively taking out your clothes and considering just throwing them at a garbage bin.

. you sigh deeply and frustratedly and just considered going home.

. until a man came up to you. he was beautiful with gorgeous long black hair and dark skin.

. he said he'd overheard your situation with the flight baggage earlier and offered to keep some of your clothes in his bags.

. he felt bad since you seemed like you really needed to get on this flight.

. although you grew up being told not to trust strangers but you were too enamored with his effortless charm (he wasn't trying to charm you, he was just very hot) to decline. ted bundy would have loved you, you thought.

. besides he seemed very genuine. he told you he had a sister and he said she would get upset if he didn't help someone in need.

. and as he zipped up his luggage that now had a mixture of your clothes. that was what got you onto your plane.

. when you landed to your destination, the man came up to you again to return your clothes.

. you asked where he was headed. he said he was headed anywhere. you said you were headed anywhere, too.

. this man could be a killer on the loose. there is a high possibility you could get murdered and go missing.

. but when he started thinking and eventually said he didn't mind a travel buddy for a time, your heart skipped a beat.

. you found out his name was jamil. and this wasn't his first time travelling. he goes out to visit places every year ever since he graduated from college.

. he doesn't talk much about himself, but he didn't seem to mind listening to you talk.

. he had one rule, though. whenever he travels, he never uses his phone to go online unless it was for communicating with his family. he says that going off the internet and trying to experience life and the beauty of the places you go to completely was the only way he'd let you travel with him.

. so you turned off the internet. tuned everything out and focused on the world.

. and somehow, you found yourself thinking of all the burdens of your life lesser. whenever you felt the breeze of the ocean hit your face or you wandered around the local shops, you felt yourself feeling more freer.

. jamil was a dream, too. you don't know his last name, you don't know where he's from, but he always treated you kindly.

. and you got to learn subtle things about him the more you spent time together.

. like how he loved taking pictures of the sunset and the feeling of the ocean waves hitting his feet. he would kick his feet up to splash some water on you and you would do the same until you were both almost soaked.

. he would dissect the food you guys ate. not in a bad way.

. he would try to figure out how it was cooked and write it on a little leather notebook he carried around with him.

. he liked to ask the locals more about the place you were both at and learn everything there was to know about the place.

. he also loved to listen to music whenever you were riding public transport.

. you both grew accustomed to each others' presence. and on the last night of your stay, he took you to the beach and taught you how to dance.

. you donated your extra clothes to a local charity (his suggestion) before you went home.

. he took you to the airport. he wouldn't be flying back yet.

. but he said the week you spent together was something he wouldn't forget.

. you left him with a tight embrace and a thank you. he let you leave with the promise that if your paths ever cross again, he'll tell you his full name.

. you arrived home with less baggage (literally and figuratively), but plenty of photos on your phone of the man who gave you the most magical week of your life.

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