#kel can be golden cheese

[lilac-gold]

but what if omori cookie run au

[monsterfanfic]

Chapter 04: Enjoy It

Quietly, Eva rolled over out of Tonio’s grasp as her eyes rolling over every inch of him that was visible. Even the outline of his lower half that the satin sheets barely covered. If it wasn't for the Ralph Lauren Polol boxers he wore to bed, she'll have access to every part of the man's physique.  A part of her wanted to tease him, show him her appreciation. Dinner, him being sweet and even sensitive, but also staying to him true self, or what Eva seen as his true self. Not to mention the golden fact that he pleased her body without needing an ounce of return compassion. On the other hand, Eva’s mind screamed for her leave his home and get back to what was important. School work. She couldn't afford to allow Antonio to stir her away from her grades and education. She had come too far.  Last night was amazing and the way his mouth and fingers put her to sleep was the icing on the cake. Walking away right now would leave them to fix the problems for another day; another time. Staying until he awoke would cause more issues especially since she knew so little about the man beside her and honestly? Early mornings may not be the best time to figure him out in her mind. Smoothly as possible she exited out the bed and followed the path to the bathroom. It looked just as spotless as the first time Eva had entered it. Granted, it hadn't been that long, maybe four or five days, but to be owed by a man; she was surprised.  The toothbrush from her last visit was sitting in the toothbrush holder along with his. 

It took less than five minutes for her to brush her teeth and wash her face. Behind her was the black tiled shower and with the simple decision to occupy the warm water; Eva stripped and stepped in once the shower's temperature was to her liking.  Lost in the warm water and African Black soap, Eva hadn't noticed Tonio was up. His tall frame posted against the stink as he waited for her to step out. He had been in the bathroom since her lost presence from his bed woke him. After five minutes of waiting for her to come back, Tonio saw no need, but to go see what was holding her for so long. While he waited, he did a quick face wash his self, taking a seat on the sink afterwards.

After how last night happened, it wouldn't be a surprise if Eva was running.   "It's pretty early for a shower." His deep sensation voice caught Eva's attention, her hands slowly wrapping the colored plush towel around her petite body. “It's after seven now."  "Yeah, twenty after," Pushing himself off the wall, Tonio stood in front of her. "If I hadn't gotten up before you finished and had you gotten dressed; you would've left."  Eva laughed at the joking tone he seemed to hold for the moment. She enjoyed it when he wasn't so uptight. And even though they barely know each other, she's seen Tonio more upset than at ease.  "No....." She lied, walking around him to grab the oversized sweat pants he gave her access to. Eva quickly dried her body off, before shamelessly dropping the towel to the marble floor. "I would've told you before I left."   She too held an sarcastic expression in her voice, but Tonio didn't find the humor anymore.  "Eva, why? What are you running from?"  Bending, he picked up the abandoned towel, walking over to the closet where she got it from to put it now in the dirty towel basket.  "I would've done that." Eva pointed out, once she had on the shirt. Panty and bra-less.  "I asked a question, Eva." "It's not running, Antonio. Its call being careful. I didn't know how waking up to you this morning would be and vice versa. I don't know anything about you and besides as great as last night was; I’ve fulfilled my debt."  The silence surrounding them turned tensed the second she finished her statement. Eva was left alone to finish her business soon after. Tonio left the bathroom and eventually the bedroom altogether. Eva could hear him addressing someone on the other end of the phone as he did so while she played with her fingers in the spot she was left in.  "I'll drop you off in Manhattan, Eva." 

"I can't believe you are seriously home, studying."  Eva laughed as she looked up at the MacBook Pro sitting on the foot of her bed. Her naturally reaction being to shrug and continue her assignment against Kelly's normal astonished tone. Eva wasn't too comfortable right now with sitting and thinking so she pulled out her notebook to get a head start on the week’s upcoming readings and notes. After Tonio offered her a ride home, she had officially categorized herself as an “Pretty Woman”. She was nothing more than an inch for a scratch. And now that he was okay, this was over. Not that there was anything wrong, but it left Eva "in her feelings" about the entire situation. It only worsens as they drive, and no conversation occur. Tonio simply dropped her off and continued with his day, as she supposed.  "Everyone isn't like you, Kelly. Skim a book and know everything about it."  "That's because you don't try. I bet you've been reading and note taking since I left."  It crossed Eva's mind to just lay everything on the table for her friend. For her pride. To tell how amazing last night was for her soul and body. To let it be known how she wasn't the "Nun-Girl" that Kelly and all their mutual friends suppose she was. Nonetheless, she kept it quiet. Only looking up at the screen to put on her innocent act before continuing the task.  "How was the dinner last night?"  Kelly didn't seem to buy the conversation change at first, but with some encouragement on Eva's end; she opened about the family dinner that was held at her parent's home. Dinner was served before Kelly and her younger sister could get down the stairs, gaining them faces of disappointment from one of their cousins that too studies at NYU.   "Well it's not like you or Shelly care for her." 

“Doesn’t matter, Eva. She was in our parent’s house. She could at least respect us,”

“Wait,” Eva said, her voice cutting off Kelly’s mid-argument. “Why doesn’t Samantha like you two? Isn’t it because y’all bullied her as kids.”

“First of all, she was a stuck-up ass little girl. We were just teaching her a lesson. Okay?”

Eva nodded sarcastically, laughing at the undeniably childish response her friend was firing off with. Samantha had ever right not to like Kelly or Shelly because of their actions. Eva knew she won’t. “I need to meet her.”

“Have you talked to your mother today? It’s Saturday, she usually calls every Saturday.”

“She calls me every day Kels. What you mean?”

“Well, Saturdays are different. You know what I mean.”

Eva hadn’t thought about it until Kelly asked, but as she figured, there were five missed calls from her mother. All started less than two hours ago. It was a lot calmer than expected. Usually within two hours Nicole is threatening to come to New York herself to find Eva. This time it was only five missed phone calls and honestly, because it was out of her nature, Eva was almost worried.

“What happened?” Obviously, her facial expression projected those thoughts from how Kelly sounded.

“Nothing. She’s called.....I should probably get back to her before she has an heartache.”

Laughing, Kelly nodded, before looking from her screen in the direction of someone else. Eva watched as she frowned then looked back at the device.

“Go ahead, love. I’m going to go help my mom find something to wear for tonight. Love you.”

Eva smiled before watching the screen go black on her Mac and then the call disappeared. Her fingers rubbed at the material of her Samsung phone. Giving up on the excuses, she pressed the phone icon, leaving it on speaker as she walked over to the mini-pantry in their dorm. Grabbing a packet of the Ramen Noodles, Eva knew after about ten seconds of nothing, Nicole wasn’t coming to the phone. Soon the infamous one worded voicemail, “Nicole” let her know her mother had indeed sent to her the voicemail.

Turning into her mother, Eva tried three more times before letting up.

She had enough going on in her own head to worry about her mother’s too.

Slipping on her furry night slippers, Eva grabbed her phone and keys before heading down to the dining room on the dorm floor. Preparing for her noodles to finish on the stove, she used the time to scroll and look over everything that was possibly visible in her phone just to occupy her time and keep her from doing something stupid. Like calling or texting Tonio.

As new as the feeling is to have the attention of a man, she can’t get so wrapped up in him that she forgets what she came to New York for.

tonio :: call me whenever you get a chance.

Eva crossed the door, thanking the pizza delivery guy one last time. Her mind wondering over the text. She had to stop herself numerous time from just blankly calling him back the moment she saw the message. It was going on six in the afternoon when her phone buzzed with the new message and as happy as she was to get the notification, she almost wondered why and what he could want so desperately he couldn’t just call her then.

sent :: something wrong??

tonio :: no Eva. Just call me.

She hadn’t processed any response to that before the incoming call showed up at the top of her phone’s screen. Settling the pizza box down on her computer table, Eva pressed the answer button before getting comfortable on her bed.

“We seriously have to talk about how you over think every fucking thing.”

No hello or anything.

“Hey, Tonio.”

“No, Eva, I’m serious. You did the same shit this morning. Luckily something came up at work and I couldn’t entertain you,”

“But now you have time.” Eva said, no questioning in her voice.

“Right. I’m downstairs.”

“Actually,” Eva said, laughing as she could hear the sighing on the other end. “I just got my cheese pizza, and I kinda want to enjoy it while it’s hot. So, you can just come up. Room 554.”

The line went deadly silent, then Eva heard what seemed like a car alarm echo in the background. She could hear Tonio moving through the halls of her dorm, walking pass those who should be in charge and questioning everything he was doing, but instead, allowed the tattooed-stranger to make himself at home.

“Open the door for me.”

[tinybitterasian]

[Tyler-centric] Chasing Home

Words: 1716 Warning(s): Slight Sexual Scene, Major Character Death Pairing(s): Tyler/JC, Tyler/Fay Summary: White-washed walls and the warmth of a thousand suns is how Tyler remembers June. Thirteen is when it all changes, and sixteen is when it all starts. Genre: Angst

White-washed walls and the warmth of a thousand suns is how Tyler remembers June.

Tumbling down the hills and smashing dandelions on the way to the foot, laughing as pollen made him sneeze and the butterflies dance. Watching his little sister blaze by on her tricycle, her pigtails gliding in the wind like the unsteady kite his brother piloted over their fence and into their neighbour’s. Stumbling through the back door, mud-streaked pants and all, grinning up at his mother who stood over a pot of macaroni and cheese – this is how Tyler remembers June.

He’s thirteen when it all changes, when they came for him and his talents, and he’s fifteen when they beat him down enough to make him forget what June used to taste like.

When the sun climbs into his eyes at seven in the morning, he remembers the touch of cold, hard metal against his wrists. When he smells weeds in the air, he thinks of how native species can tell him where he is – thinks of how to find the enemy by the radioactivity laced around the delicate blades of grass surrounding the soles of his boots.

He’s sixteen when they send him alone on his first mission – a tiny shop that’s decked out in bright yellow and black. The smell of coffee hits him like a truck and he stops walking when a shock of blue hair and gold eyes squint at him over the glass case holding dainty pastries and dense cakes.

“May I help you?” the man asks, pale hands running over the handle of one of the drawers, and Tyler knows that there are at least a dozen syringes hidden in there, each containing a cocktail of poisons that would immobilize him in an instant.

Digging his hands into his jacket for change, he smiles his most wicked smile and speaks.

“A tall flat white, please. Skim.”

The man eyes him for a moment before letting his hand glide over the till, punching Tyler’s order in and ripping off a tiny receipt. He hands it to Tyler, eyes locked on his, and doesn’t let his fingers touch Tyler’s outstretched hand.

“Two minutes,” the man says, like it’s a command, and Tyler nods easily, grins again and winks when the man takes a step back.

When Tyler gets his coffee, he makes a show of sniffing the steam hovering dangerously over the rim.

“Thanks,” Tyler says, before dumping the entire cup into a sterile bottle, already writing down the different toxins present when the man curses and heads to the back of the shop. “Thanks, Fay.”

He manages two blocks from the café before a group of four surround him, but he weaves in and out of their defences like he’s made of water and they’re grains of sand. Soon he’s back in the bunker, shaking the bottle at his fellow soldiers and being debriefed.

An hour later, the café mysteriously sets ablaze, and everything is burnt to cinders in a matter of minutes. Tyler stares at the news and sips a cup of juice that’s cold and wet and stings his mouth.

He’s sure that nobody is hurt at all despite there being reports of a body or two.

He’s nineteen when he’s offered his first long-term mission.

Tyler takes it without hesitating. He puts on his black-and-blue jacket and stores his weapons in the hollows of his clothes, taping emergency bombs to his ribs like it’s second nature. Dog tags hang loose from his neck and he swings it to the back so that the cold metal hits against his spine, reminding him that he could die at any time, reminding him that the mission must be completed at all costs.

His name isn’t Tyler for a month. Instead, he’s Ethan, lets his hair run unruly and free, wears mismatching socks, and kisses girls though he tastes bile in his own mouth.

He spots his target, a red-head boy with a smirk, and learns the contours of his body like it’s the map he needs to escape from this hell. The boy is young and eager, barely fifteen, and kissing him is different from kissing the girls, but there’s the dog tags again – hitting his spine each time he bends into a kiss, reminding him that time is short.

They only make him push against the boy harder.

It isn’t a surprise when the boy draws a gun to Tyler’s chest, teary-eyed but fierce. He says that Tyler’s taken his sister, which is a lie, because Tyler’s never killed a red-head girl before. Tyler tells him so, hands still on his naked hip, and the boy grinds out that his sister was a girl with violet eyes and silver hair.

Tyler doesn’t say anything to that, because now the lie’s become a truth. He also doesn’t tell the boy that his sister tasted like lime and nicotine; instead, he stares at the boy while he struggles to pull the trigger. He smiles ruefully, wonders if there’s a time and place where they’re older and less susceptible to ideas like duty and obligation, and stabs the boy with a syringe.

The boy collapses, gasping but not sobbing, staring at Tyler through lidded, emotionless eyes as he takes his final breaths. In a surge of feeling he hadn’t felt in years, Tyler swoops down, kisses the boy, and steals his last breath from him. He feels a shudder run through the boy before he stops moving, and Tyler leaves him there, sheets haphazardly thrown over his skin and the sun shining through the hotel room’s heavy grey curtains.

He rushes back, washes the spray tan off his body and the blonde streaks out of his hair. They place a red cross on top of the boy’s photo. Tyler scrubs at his hands harder, can’t ignore the vicious trembling he feels through his chest that reverberates throughout his body.

Sleep comes easy that night, though the dreams that plague him are all of the red-haired boy and his smile. Tyler dreams of his teeth that are small but sharp, his tongue that can stretch halfway down his chin, and his fingers that drum along Tyler’s wrist to the rhythm of a slow jazz song.

When Tyler wakes in the middle of the night, visions of warm, soft, white sheets in his mind, he wakes up smelling steel instead of the sea.

He feels a pull back to sleep.

Tyler takes it without hesitation.

Twenty-three and he’s scaling the vertical side of a building, hands and feet moving fast as the wind that whistles around him to avoid being hit by the darts a girl is throwing at him.

Tyler doesn’t know how she tastes, but can guess from her thin mouth and her bouncing ponytail. He catches her foot and sends her hurtling down, and wills himself not to take a look at her disappearing towards the streets.

He knows that she won’t die, though, so he continues his ascent.

The blue-haired man is waiting for him, like he always is, and Tyler catches a moment of sadness in Fay’s eyes when he realises that Tyler is unarmed.

Tyler’s terribly young, his dog tags hammering against his spine, and his weapons used up and stolen by the men below.

“You’re alone,” Fay’s voice is tight in his throat, and Tyler wants to kiss him senseless.

“I’m alone,” Tyler replies, and finds the air thick and dry. How this happens is unknown to him. “So are you.”

“So am I.” Fay echoes, needlessly, and he takes his time walking up to his desk.

Tyler doesn’t move. He’s unmatched, and he knows this. But he’s also tired, so very tired, and he wants to see his little sister again. He wants to remember the June sun on his freckles and the sound of her laugh thrilling the air. He wants it so badly.

Fay opens his drawer and takes the syringes out, one by one, while Tyler stares and stares and feels his bones slacken.

“They’re pretty,” Tyler’s voice is useless, as is the rest of his body, and Fay picks up a golden one. Gold, like syrup, with flecks suspended in its viscous liquid, and Tyler’s mesmerised by its beauty. “Fay, they’re all pretty.”

“Yes,” Fay’s walking to him, eyes burning right through Tyler’s chest to land on the dog tags. Tyler isn’t surprised that he knows they’re there. He’s surprised that no one has looked at him like that before.

Fay slides the syringe into his pocket and levels his eyes with Tyler’s.

“You want to know what I taste like.” Fay says, and Tyler looks away.

Fay tilts his head, like he’s trying to fathom Tyler out, and hums. It’s a slow jazz song, and tears prick at Tyler’s eyes.

Fay kisses him, long and slow, like how Tyler kissed the boy, and cups his jaw. Tyler loses himself and kisses back, searching for something he won’t find, his body shaking and his legs losing feeling.

“Socrates,” Fay murmurs, “But you never asked with your mouth. You always asked with your eyes.”

Tyler can only hum in response, the same song, and grabs Fay by the waist, holding him close and feeling his dog tags burn his skin.

They kiss and touch for ages, before Tyler finally, finally feels the prick of the needle, and tears fall down his cheeks.

Tyler refuses to stop kissing Fay, even when Fay tries to speak to him, even when he wants to speak to Fay. Eventually, Fay gives in and lets him taste the same steel and metal and heartbreak he knows so well.

When he feels his legs give, Fay lowers them to the ground, holds him and lets his blue hair fall over Tyler’s green eyes, shielding them from the dark skies outside.

Thank you, Tyler says with his kiss, and Fay can only nod.

Tyler doesn’t say that he tastes the sun and fresh-cut grass too. He never gets to say that that’s why he chased Fay this time, never gets to say that this isn’t a mission but a quest. But he knows that Fay knows. He dies knowing that he makes Fay lose his home, too, and dies satisfied.

Tyler doesn’t get his last breath.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: wow havent written a tyler/fay/jc/coco fic in sooooo long but i got inspired by kel’s doodle so ofc i had to write for 2h (its 12am now & i have work tmr oops)………………….i hope it isnt too bad i cant tell

all feedback is appreciated!!!!! & for extra info:

fay is 8 years older than tyler here & was picked up by the rival organisation at around the same age as tyler. red-head boy is JC & silver-haired girl is coco (who was in a r/s with fay before tyler f-ed everything up) & they both belong to vonna!! fay & tyler both belong to kel!! 

[mind-ink-paper]

Nightmare in a Tophat

Simon Cross strode into The Rogue and Minotaur, blue eyes wide, his shoulder length hair unkempt. He walked directly to the bar. He didn’t have to catch Mitzi’s eye--the bartender was already watching him carefully, wondering what could cause his wavy brown hair to be so tangled.

“Give me the strongest thing you have,” Simon said.

Mitzi nodded. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Saffron. She’s here, back in town. I just saw her. I think she’s headed this way.” Simon sat down heavily, not too far from my group, whitish and brown cat hairs now visible against his dark blue blazer.  

A visible shudder ran through Mitzi’s frame. She served Simon his whiskey and accepted the cash he thrust at her over the wooden countertop. The patrons murmured, Saffron’s name on their lips.

“Who or what is Saffron?” asked Irodestrin.

We all shifted uncomfortably.

“I forget you’re not originally from here. She’s...I don’t have words for her.” Bianca said. Her eyes went wide, and she nodded towards the door. “Her,” she whispered, as silence quickly fell over the bar, the door still swinging shut after it had been opened by Saffron.

Saffron is a sight to behold, not one you’re likely to forget should you ever lay eyes on her. Wearing men’s formalwear in solid black, a tailcoat but no tie, she stands over six feet tall, and that’s not including the tophat. Her eyes glow gold out of her pale skinned face, and her presence unnerves all nearby.

Saffron was the only calm being in the room. She smiled at Mitzi and sat down a few seats away from Simon. The businessman shifted uncomfortably but did not relocate.

Slowly, chatter started back up. Saffron picked up a menu and started reading through it. With her glowing eyes on something other than the patrons, I felt myself relax slightly.

“Do you have any idea what she is?” Lily whispered to Irodestrin.

Irodestrin shook his head slowly. “No. I sense her the way I would a spirit, the way her presence feels, but she does not seem like a spirit--the way she interacts with the physical realm, the way everyone can see her like another human.”

“Could she be channeling the human form?” Bianca asked.

“I don’t think so. The eyes shouldn’t glow like that for channeling.”

“There are stories of her going back centuries, and she always has the same body. So she can’t be channeling, the human would have died by now.” I said.

“What do the stories say?” Irodestrin asked.

“They vary widely. Some have her as she seems to be, terrifying to those near her but not causing any harm. In some she’s benevolent, in some she’s malicious. The only part of the story that seems to have any ounce of truth is that she appears near the time Mount Sanguine erupts.”

“Odd name for a mountain,” Irodestrin said.

“It’s a volcano with human blood instead of lava,” Lily explained. “On the other side of town,”

Irodestrin raised an eyebrow. “Fascinating,” was his only comment.

“Does Kel know anything about her?” Bianca asked.

Irodestrin glanced behind him and to his left, where his demon companion stood. He closed his eyes, mentally blocking out the bar--still abnormally quiet--and listened. “He has no idea,” he reported.

It brought us no ease.

There was hissing sound, and the scrambling of nervous footsteps. We all turned to see a woman quickly stepping back away from Saffron.

“Do not take photos of me. I do not like it. It is rude to photograph someone without permission.” Saffron hissed.

The girl nodded, shaking as she stood a few feet from the being. I could see Saffron’s face from my angle, and her glowing golden eyes were gone. Her eyes appeared as what was behind her, the array of bottles behind the bar.

Some of the stories said this. That her eyes could vanish, show what was behind her even though there seemed no way to see through her skull.

Some stories said she stole the eyes of humans.

Saffron smiled slightly, and her eyes returned to their usual golden glow. She bent down and picked up the phone of the woman who still stood trembling before her. “Here, human. You don’t want to lose this.” She extended it in silence, with a smile.

The woman slowly reached out her hand, took the phone, and stepped backwards, not taking her eyes off Saffron, until she bumped into the table she had been sitting at. She retook her seat, her friends quietly checking in with her. She still shook slightly.

“...here Saffron. Your burger,” Mitzi said into the silence that hung over the bar.

“Oh yes! Thank you!” Saffron said, spinning her bar stool around to face to bartender.

Saffron took the plate and started looking around the bar. Her eyes settled, much to my displeasure, on my table. She stood and walked towards myself and my friends.

Bianca shifted nervously. Lily made a whimpering noise.

“It’s okay. Kel and I will do everything we can to keep you safe.”  Irodestrin said.

“Spirit worker,” Saffron said with a smile, placing her plate in front of the one empty chair at the table, “You should know how many wards there are around this building. If I meant any harm, I could not enter here.”

Irodestrin had spoken softly, but Saffron had clearly heard him. The spirit worker nodded quietly.

“May I sit here?” Saffron asked.

I think we were all taken aback by her politeness. No one wanted her there, of course, but Saffron is not the kind of being you say no to. I gestured uneasily to the available seat, and Saffron sat down with a smile. For a long moment there was silence, Saffron happily eating her burger, which bled ketchup and mustard and did not quite hide the bacon and cheese under the bun.

“...you implied you were a spirit just now, the way you were talking about the wards. But you seem far too...physical to be a spirit.” Bianca said nervously.

Saffron nodded. “I am not a spirit in quite the way you are used to, not like the demon standing across from you. But I am certainly not human, either. I have a physical form, yet, wards still affect me the way they would spirits. ‘Spirit’ is the closest term I have, but I am a mystery, even to myself.”

There was a pause. My friends and I all shifted uneasily, Saffron’s presence unnerving despite her politeness. Saffron ate several of the fries that came with her burger. Lily’s phone chirped.

Lily removed the device from her bag and and checked its notification. “Oh. Mount Sanguine just went off. Blood is flooding Phoenix Ave and Moon Street. Suggested detour to Hickory Street via West Main.” She paused, glancing at Saffron. “You know, they say you show up near the time Mount Sanguine erupts…”

Saffron nodded, adding yet more ketchup to her plate--she liked to drown her fries in the condiment. “I do, indeed, though there have been plenty of times I have visited this town when that volcano was inactive. I do not seem to find myself particularly in tune with its activity. It is as much a mystery to me as it is to you.”

There was a long moment of silence. Though she seemed fairly normal in the way she was talking with us, there was still something about us that made us all uncomfortable, often shifting uneasily in our seats. The feeling of danger in our midst was inescapable.

For a moment Saffron stared at her now empty plate. She glanced up at us with her glowing eyes. “I never did catch any of your names,”

“Oh! How rude of us! I’m Bianca.”

“Lily,”

“Irodestrin,”

“Galen,” said one of the usual members of my group, speaking for the first time since Saffron’s arrival.

“Graham,” I said.

Saffron nodded, and glanced behind her to her left. “And how might I refer to you as, demon?” she asked.

Kel, I heard the spirit respond.

Saffron smiled and nodded, turning back to the rest of us. “Well, I’m afraid I do have to leave. I was only here for a quick bite. It was lovely chatting with you all. I’m sure we’ll meet again.” She tipped her hat to us, took her plate, walked away to the bar to return the plate to Mitzi, and walked calmly out the thick wooden doors of The Rogue and Minotaur.