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oojokerreaperoo · 4 years

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[Marshwalker/Mellowalker]Keep running

·Mello(→)←←←←←Alan

When Alan bought the cigarette out of the store, it rained suitably.

Fortunately, Mr.Walker always wears a black hoodie, so he pulls his hat and quietly hides the turquoise eyes in the misty winter rain, as the light fades away in the overwhelming darkness.

Tonight there is Marshmello - Chris Comstock, a world-renowned DJ, his predecessor, performing in this city. Even though he sent a letter formally and attached the ticket,Alan can even imagine that he used his expression to invite him seriously and excitedly. Now this informational era,Chris could actually just send a e-mail to him.Obviously,how important is Alan’s position in his heart -

But he don’t want to go, ten percent, and ten million don’t want to go.

The swashes are actually pretty good. Sitting at the bus stop, Alan took out the good-looking stationery with the smell of books and the sweetness of marshmallows. The vivid words and playful illustrations made him feel that Marshmello was standing in front of him, with the same feeling of “no feelings Smile”- seriously, what can you wish for with a cute headgear?

The raindrops rushed in through the hurricane, and wet the words on the letterhead, blurring the word of"friends.“

In the early hours of the summer, accompanied by the sultry sizzling sizzling, Alan, who came out of the air-conditioned nightclub, took off his hooded shirt and showed a white T-shirt. He depressed his hand and fanned his face, and he wanted to go back to the hotel. The thought of kneeling on the bed.

A cool wind came to blow away his flax-golden hair. When he turned back, the blue sea crashed into the blue sky. The tall young man smiled at him with a small electric fan.

“A small gift for the triumphant hero.”

Alan felt that his heartbeat was accelerating in an instant, and his blush was not decent, but in fact he was covered in the habit of his habitually indifferent eyes.

Afterwards, Alan wondered if he should be glad that Chris didn’t notice this abnormality. If he wanted to hook up the hot girl, he would definitely show a surprised and disgusted look about Alan’s emotions and thoughts.

But the eyes with warm smiles are really charming.

Mr.Walker with a hood doesn’t seem to have many people noticed. Alan quietly slams out the phone as the person rushes into the car. After wearing the headphones, he starts to hear the song.

This song is Marshmello’s “Alone”, Mr.Comstock’s famous work, in which the cute and lightweight futurebass and lead sounds make him quickly popular. To be honest, Alan really likes this song, this is a unique style with marshmallows.

This song is the newly released “Happier”. I have to say that every song is very infectious. It seems that magic is generally poisonous, and this is the extent that Alan can’t reach now, but he still likes this one. The song, like to cycle for a whole week.

Then there is his “Friends”, his “Wolves”, his “Keep it Mello”…

No, I can’t listen to it like this. In addition to suffering from the pain caused by his love, Alan’s fingers repeatedly tried to click the cut song key, but repeatedly failed to look out of the window, rainy and continuous.

The ear is suddenly wearing a prelude that he is familiar with and can no longer be familiar with, “Sing me to sleep.”

Witch Marshmello remixed.

Alan lowered her eyes and looked at it with a blank expression, but he paused invisibly to the climax, his hands trembling and clenching, and the false ice layer burst open. He raised his eyes and reflected the sad fragments in his eyes.

The fallen flowers on the spring tree floated on the shoulders of the jacket. Alan reached out and let the petals of the pink powder return to the land. He stood in front of Chris’s house and quietly looked at the hard wooden door. Then he reached out as if he was determined. The doorbell rang.

The door opened.

“Sup, Alan!” Chris looked at the young man at the door with his relaxed home clothes. His hair was scattered on his forehead without any care. He seemed to have no defense against Alan’s arrival. After a little pause, he replied with a natural smile.

“I…oh…I…”

I love you.

When this sentence was about to blurt out, Alan was inexplicably stunned. He pulled the hood hidden in the jacket.Chris smiled gently,waiting for the other person to speak quietly. The two were so silent for a long time after Alan Suddenly lifted the phone.

“Have you heard it? New, new songs… mine.”

Chris groaned and then laughed. The smile is like a warm sun in the world of ice, the blue waves rolling over the blue ice, and the Alan rains in the sky.

“That is, of course, I like your style very much - in fact, I just wanted to find you to say this, do you mind that I Remix this song?”

Remix.

Alan’s fingertips are close to the edge of the phone, so that the fingertips turned white. Let Marshmello remix this song, this may be his biggest dream now. He quietly put down his mobile phone, concealed his eyes full of expectation and enthusiasm, but still tried to control his facial expression and shook his head with a red cheek.

“I don’t mind, I am looking forward to it.”

How can it be so difficult to give up a person.

Alan came down from the bus, after that day,he can’t even imagine how many days and nights he played this song, every time since he heard it,he just show a sweet smile, and gently beat the beat with a light and unique cute rhythm.

It is as if Marshmello gave him all the warmth and sweetness.

It’s as if Marshmello really likes him.

Alan groped for the key in his pocket and opened the door with a slamming sound. The low temperature of the unheated room was still called a chill, and he groaned and turned on the warm yellow light to the bathroom.

I really wish if Ican treat him with the attitude as before…

No.Not anymore.

Alan stood naked under the shower, staring blankly at the wall in a daze, pouring warm water down on the caramel-colored hair, and squatting down the thin back of the back neck.

He seemed to be back to that night,that drunken night. In the winter season, he shuddered with his hands and dialed the number on the contact list. After a few rings, someone responded.

“Hello? Here’s Chris.”

Alan tried to say something, but found that the scorpion was dumb because of the relationship of the wine. He held the phone and listened to the current that didn’t actually exist. The scene around him became grotesque, and the heart was bold because of the next second. The move was very close, and he seemed to be in the middle of the church where the bells echoed, he was about to make a sly move.

Just say it already.

“I…”

Then there is no following.

The pupils of the youth trembled fiercely, and the ice blue world was finally overwhelmed by the surging waves of the sky. The crushed ice was finally involved in the darkness of the bottomless bottom, gradually disintegrating.

Only the figure of theyoung man that is holding the phone, taking advantage of the familiar back of the sexy woman, like a knife and a hard-working engraved into the chaotic brain.

He suddenly felt that the surrounding scene gradually became clear, and the cool air at night was gradually pungent, he poured into the chest with a big mouth and poured a cold heart. The pedestrians around walked indifferently, and everyone had the warmth and hope in their hearts.

Unfortunately, Alan lost it,and couldn’t get back anymore.

He curled up in the shower room of the bathroom, and the brain kept repeating the picture that seemed to make the world suddenly lose color.He didn’t even notice that the water temperature became bitter and cold,the tears kept falling on the ground and mixed with the water.

I just like him to much,I just want to reach him,is that something wrong?

Wrong,everything what you do is wrong.

It may be a good idea to become forgetful.

Alan put on a white sweater so that he was not too prominent in the large number of Mellogangs. He felt that his body was a bit chilly, probably because he accidentally took a cold shower.

After reading this performance, I will throw away all the thoughts that Chris left for myself. It is useless to keep it. Every time I see it, there is only an empty heartbeat.

We don’t even have much intersection on the public side anyway. After being alienated in private, there is only a very thin layer of contact.He has so many friends, and there haven’t got any shortage of me.

I don’t want to be his friend,too.

The show seems to be close to here, and it will be able to walk on foot. Alan walked slowly across the street, from sparsely populated to bustling, silently disappearing into the vast sea of people, until standing on the field that had already begun to warm up, crowded in the frenetic crowd shouting “Marshmello”, turquoise eyes The ancient well looked at the countertop without waves.

It wasn’t until the sound of the salute with the white hood that accompanied the sound of the music that was about to climax, and the eyes finally showed a touch of color.

Alan felt that the screams of people around him had risen a bit higher, and it was awkward that his brain was inexplicably painful. Strangely, he was hard to feel a trace of exhaustion in the noisy environment of how loud he was. Somehow the mind is getting dizzy yet.

He still mixed in the crowd and looked at the dazzling existence. For a time, the overflowing love was nowhere to hide, and it just ran into the hood that shines with colorful light, but disappeared into the same passionate eyes of countless Mellogangs. in.

You are still so eye-catching, like a blazing angel, adventing the enthusiasm of the world, playing the sound of carnival.

However, Apollo has his laurel tree, and his wishfulness is better than that of a swallow. It is time to stop at the door of his heart.

I have to give up on you, Chris Comstock.

The performance ended later than he thought, and the crowd gradually dispersed more than three o'clock in the middle of the night. Alan was amazed that he could stay so late in a bad situation. After that did he got involved in the carnival?he couldn’t remember it anymore. He only remembered that the salute and the fireworks ignited the atmosphere of the scene, compact but brisk. The remixes brought a burst of sound, and the young man in the white jacket brought the emotions of everyone to the highest point again and again.

Knew that I had recorded a picture–no, or just forget about it. Well anyway, I have to delete it all the time, with those other countless photos from him.

Alan walked slowly and slowly as he came, as he walked towards the exit, he seemed to reluctantly look back at Marshmello, who had received the work on the stage. But the limbs gradually began to be weak, and the eyelids began to fight. He finally realized that he seemed to have a fever, so Alan stepped forward in a hurry and looked forward to returning home before the brain could not support it.

He was caught in the arm when he was one step away from the door.

Alan struggled back and saw Chris, who had taken the hood, because the sweaty hair was tangled on the forehead, and a pair of golden-green scorpions were full of nervousness. He tried to speak but couldn’t talk about it. Pull out the name of the other party - just like Alan a month and a half ago.

“Alan, you are here.”

“Chris…let me go.” Alan swears that he didn’t mean to refuse to say this, but he was too uncomfortable, his body was cold but burned his cheeks red. There seems to be some black points in front of him. If it is not tight, he feels that he will lose consciousness in the next second. “I… I am not very convenient now.”

“It didn’t take long, you listened to me, Alan - that woman was a very good friend of mine, she had a boyfriend - I just wanted to take a selfie with her, I swear -”

“Does this have anything to do with me…?” The poorly explained words came into Alan’s ear intermittently, but he couldn’t manage it so much for a while. He just wanted to go home, and he didn’t want to do anything in the public. So he didn’t spit out a cold spell, he tried to break free, Chris apparently stagnate, then loosened his hand in silence, and Alan stepped out of the door.

Then he lost consciousness.

The most troublesome situation still happened. Alan suddenly felt that she was being hugged, and then the smell of the hospital’s disinfectant water floated into the nose and the gentle touch of the two lips on the forehead.

“I only love you, Alan.”

Half-awake, he seems to have heard this sentence.

Alan woke up in the hospital bed. He lay flat and stared at the white ceiling for a moment, and the drip needle inserted in his hand was still flowing.

Before he got up, a pair of green eyes filled with fear broke into his sight.

He looked at Chris anxiously coming together, his forehead against the careful measurement, and then a pleasant smile.

Chris looked at him, filled with warmth – and love.

“Alan.”

For a moment, the sea waves subsided and dispersed, revealing the wild soil that grew green.

-FIN-

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oojokerreaperoo · 7 years

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HTF: One Last Night

Pairings: Technically Splendid x Flippy w/ Splendont being cucked.

Warnings: Heartbreak.

AU: Grown ups of the Childhood AU stories I’ve written. Can be canon to that story. I guess like a dating sim that AU has several different endings depending on which route you take.

Prompt: 82. “I hope he will make you happy.”

This evening was bittersweet. Everything was perfect, everything went off without a hitch and the man Splendont had love since childhood was happy.

He should be happy too, knowing that Flippy got what he always wanted. For Flippy, it was the only reason Splendont agreed to come tonight, despite wanting to be selfish and hide away in denial.He’d spent years upon years pining after the green-haired male, who had promised him everything he could dream of. Happiness, a life without loneliness, and someone who would make him feel like he was important no matter how sub-par his efforts seemed to be in comparison to his twin. Every time he doubted himself, Flippy was there when no one else was and Splendont had thought that it would always be that way. That was where he’d thought wrong, he should’ve known that all good things had to come to an end. He tried to fight against it, to hold on to the one person that actually saw him other than Splendid’s twin.

He leaned his elbows against the railing, lifting his head to look up at the moon, even it was full and bright tonight. The sky clear of clouds, revealing the array of diamond stars sprinkled out over the velvet night sky, it just made his chest ache even worse. He could recall the times he and Flippy would lay out in the grass during the summer when they didn’t have school, they’d stare up at the stars in wonder. Flippy would try to point out the constellations to him, but Splendont could never really see them, but he pretended to just so Flippy would continue talking. Just listening to his voice talking about something he loved made him warm, making him wonder what he sounded like when he talked about Splendont to other people. Would he speak with a smile on his soft lips and enthusiasm making his green eyes light up?

A sigh left him and he lowered his gaze to his abandoned glass of champagne, he had hoped to get a little intoxicated tonight but he held no motivation for it, even after all he’d gone through. Suffering in silence while plastering a smile on his face, pretending that everything was okay. Nothing had been for months now as he watched everything fall apart before his eyes, all his dreams shattered along with his heart. Yet, Flippy seemed oblivious to the torment Splendont had to go through, he couldn’t blame the man, he was wrapped up in his own life. Still though, he dragged Splendont along for the ride, sometimes he could pretend nothing was wrong. Other times, he wanted to just disappear to avoid this hellish sort of suffering. Not yet. Not until he made sure Flippy was happy, was set in his life, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself in the mirror otherwise.

For him, the world was falling apart ever since that day. The day where he’d gone out to lunch with Flippy, something they had done every Wednesday when Flippy had a lunch break from work. It was the day Splendont had looked forward to each week. It was just the two of them, where Splendont hadn’t needed to compete for Flippy’s attention. Even then, he hadn’t been safe, as Flippy held up his hand to show off a silver band wrapped around his finger. It was strange how a simple piece of metal could ruin his entire life, but the connotations behind it were devastating.

Splendid had beat him again.

He’d stuck around, Flippy insisting he participate in the wedding. Every single piece he was involved in was like a needle stabbed into his heart while smiling the entire time as if he wasn’t dying a little every time Flippy looked over to Splendid. Planned had been unbearable, but the wedding itself had been downright excruciating. It had taken all his willpower not to protest when the time came, biting his own tongue until he tasted blood. Rings were exchanged, a kiss from someone other than himself was placed on Flippy’s lips, sealing their fate. Why had he ever hoped he’d be more than second best? He had thought maybe, possibly, Flippy had seen him as something more. He felt like he should be angry, but he couldn’t find it in his broken heart to do so, not when Flippy seemed so be having the best day of his life.

After the ceremony, they had taken pictures, dressed to the nines and brimming with happiness. It made him wonder if the pictures would reflect the sadness that lingered in his red eyes despite the smile plastered on his face. He hoped not, he wanted Flippy to remember him as a man who loved him. He never wanted the other man to realize just how broken he’d become, to enjoy his life without regrets. To look back in the past when he was older and smile at remembering Splendont. As a good friend, but nothing more.Splendont poured the champagne out of his glass out over the railing to the garden below, half tempted to throw the glass itself so something else could feel how he felt on the inside.However, he wouldn’t wish this sort of pain onto anyone, even he couldn’t be that cruel.

A touch to his hand stirred him from his somber thoughts, turning his head to view the source of all his suffering. Flippy stood there, looking up at him with concern, making him want to fall apart in this man’s hands. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He loved him far too much to stain this perfect day. “Are you alright?” Flippy asked as if finally clued in to what Splendont had been feeling, his voice soft and welcoming. The things Splendont had spilled to this man late at night when it was just the two of them. Feelings he exposed to no one else and yet he’d held back certain feelings. Feelings that had cost him everything. Splendont offered a small half-smile, turning to face the other in attempts to soothe away the concern. He was going to miss this sight most of all, light green hair slightly tussled and cheeks flushed from dancing the night away with a smile that caused those endearing cheeks to dimple just right.

Splendont raised his hands, cupping Flippy’s soft face within his slightly calloused palms. In that moment, he was holding his entire world, the sun that brought him such light and happiness into his life. He knew he’d been blessed, but nothing would ever last. Leaning forward, Splendont closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Flippy’s forehead, letting himself linger there for a while. The smell of Flippy filling him, wanting to brand everything about this shorter male into his memory so he’d never forget. When he finally pulled back, he opened his eyes to look down at the face looking up at him with even more worry. It was funny how one look could make him happy and hurt him all at the same time, all the more reason why he couldn’t stick around.

“I hope he makes you happy, Flippy.” Splendont replied finally, his soft words falling into the night air as the music inside the building died. He could hear a voice from inside calling for Flippy, Splendid was looking for his newly-titled- husband. Splendont withdrew and turned his eyes back to the night sky as Splendid finally found Flippy and pulled him back inside for a toast. Flippy reached for the red-haired twin but only his fingertips brushed against the suit fabric of Splendont’s clothes, missing him. It would be the last time he saw Splendont.

But sometimes, at night, when the world was fast asleep. Flippy would look up at the stars and he could feel something, someone, looking back at him.

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