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mrssimply · 1 year

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19th: Sugar

This is clearly me saying "I'm sorry for yesterday's fic". Look, they're back on sweet and fluffy ground!

People close to me know I've had a... brief but very intense obsession with Dacre Montgomery without even watching Stranger Things. What had me absolutely obsessed was this. I had to incorporate that scene into a fic and when this challenge gave me an opportunity, I seized it.

If you don't know who Cedric Grolet is, or what he does I invite you to check, but maybe eat something before or you'll probably end up with a craving. Same for that fic, too.

I'm amazed by what he does, but I've yet to try it...

This is a very "happy" AU, Johnny is a bit different. Still an asshole, but probably a lot softer than in game. It's christmas, I'm allowed!

This one contains unsanitary practices in the kitchen to go with it's E-rating u.u

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

This morning, Johnny let his two apprentices take care of the croissants, so he expects the worst as he gets off his bike. Nancy insisted: “they’re here to learn from you, but also to help us, they’re done observing,” she said while making quote marks, “now it’s time they do something.”

Johnny smokes a cigarette while letting his eyes roam over the front of his shop. Wedged between two buildings — former warehouses turned into fancy green-flats for tree huggers — it looks more like a record shop than a bakery. His modest kingdom consists of a small coffee shop as a storefront, and a state of the art kitchen at the back. The cafe is decorated with a 911 Porsche suspended from the ceiling as if the car was nose diving toward the ground, and first edition records of famous bands over the walls. Old mismatched armchairs and rickety wooden tables welcome the few patrons. The usual crowd is already there, either at their preferred table, or queuing while reading their mails and scrolling down their social media feeds. Johnny observes them from a distance, parked on the other side of the street.

Once he’s done with his cigarette, he makes his way to the kitchen by the backdoor, trying to mentally prepare for the disaster he’s sure will greet him.

Instead, once he’s donned his white apron, leaving the three top buttons open because he would be dead before getting caught conforming to any rule, he finds V and Evelyn quietly unloading another tray of chocolate croissants.

Johnny doesn’t even greet them before swooping on the pastries to take one. It’s still hot from the oven, but Johnny doesn’t care: his chrome arm is useful in his field, he doesn’t need to use mitts. The croissants look the right size, right shape, they smell great. So far, so good. He glances at V, who’s placidly waiting for judgment.

Rogue sent those two. She’s the headmaster of Night City’s school of “Arts de la table”, and Johnny trusts her to send his way only the best, and most importantly, the toughest. Johnny hates the apprentices; but as Nancy keeps reminding him, they’re cheap labor so they compromised and Johnny only takes the third years, which are not totally incompetent. Although, it’s the first year they’ve held this long, nearly six months. Sometimes, Johnny even thinks about offering them a job, before shaking his head and wondering if he’s losing his touch.

The chef takes a knife, making it jump in his palm before reaffirming his grip and, swift as a snake, cuts the chocolate croissant in two perfectly equal halves. Johnny bends to observe the inside like he’s doing an autopsy. He catches Evelyn’s eye roll from the corner of his eyes, and can practically taste V’s smirk on his left.

But Johnny’s whole focus is on the croissant: inside, the laminated dough has blown out finely, giving the pastry its typical vaporous texture. It’s suspiciously well done. Now that it’s cooled down a bit, Johnny takes one half to bring it to his mouth and both apprentices can’t quite hide their apprehension.

The salted butter balances the sugar neatly, then the chocolate hits his taste buds and gives the pastry a rich taste. The whole thing is luxurious in his mouth, like biting on a cloud, and the dough melts on his tongue like it should, leaving behind the after taste of the dark cocoa and a hint of sweetness.

It’s perfect.

“Not bad,” Johnny says.

He sees their shoulders drop in relief and a hint of disappointment for the lackluster compliment when they probably worked really hard to impress him, but they chose this world, it’s a ruthless one and Johnny won’t spare them. They will thank him later, he tells himself, turning away to observe the rest of his kingdom.

“Alright,” he finally declares when he can’t find anything to criticize, “this weekend, you have free reins over the pastry of the day. Evie, you get Saturday, V you get Sunday. Let the customers be the judges.”

Sunday, V’s trompe-l’oeil artichokes are a huge success. The center is an egg shaped yuzu/citrus cheesecake with a nuts and caramel craquelin as the base. Saturday, he made about a hundred basil flavored chocolate petals in preparation for the morrow. It took him nearly the entire day to make them, and then piece the artichokes together so they were ready at opening sunday. He made twenty one pieces, all of them brought before noon, about as fast as Evelyn’s electric blue and violet mini cakes the day before. They’d all been topped by a vulva of a different shape and color. Johnny had found it a bit too much “woke” for his taste, but they’d been marvelous, and he had liked the details she’d put on each of them. Contrary to V, she had chosen simplicity and quantity over complexity, so she’d made about fifty different vulvas, still a feat, even Johnny could admit it.

Around four, they are cleaning up the kitchen while Judy sells their last items. Nancy is off today, which is why Johnny loves weekends so much. The manager still reblogged, retweeted and shared all the photos customers posted of the two young chef’s creations, but at least she’d been off Johnny’s back.

Johnny is about to launch the dishwasher when a voice makes his ears perk up.

“Hi Judy,” the newcomer greets with a warm and deep voice.

Next to to the chef, V also straightens and Johnny smirks. The kid is apparently a fan, and loses all composure around Kerry Eurodyne, superstar extraordinaire, and Johnny’s best friend. V looks down at his apron, covered in various shades of chocolate and green coloring, then gives Johnny a deer in headlights look that only makes the chef bark a laugh.

“Go, I’ll stall him.”

He doesn't need to say it twice, the kid disappears in the backroom, probably to change.

A few seconds later, Kerry enters the kitchen, still looking back at Judy and waving at her with a laugh. He’s dressed in casual wear: jeans, a dark tee-shirt with a band name on it (not his, thank god for small mercies), and his usual leather jacket. His glasses are tucked in the V of his neck, clinking against the many gold chains he’s wearing.

Johnny crosses his arms and leans against a counter.

“Hey,” he greets and his friend gives him a huge smile in answer, sliding right into his personal space. Since the moment they met, Kerry has been doing this, as if more distance between them would be unbearable. Johnny is not complaining.

“I was in the district, and suddenly craved an apple,” the musician informs the chef, who rolls his eyes.

“We’re sold out.”

“Oh maaaan… Really? C’mon? For me?” And he literally bats his eyelashes, forcing Johnny to fight down an ironic smile. He shouldn’t encourage him.

The infamous apple that Kerry is supposedly craving is Johnny’s best-known creation: a trompe l’oeil cake looking just like the forbidden fruit, filled with, quote “the best apple pie man has ever created, one God would probably indeed try to keep for themself”.

“What’s this?” Kerry suddenly exclaims, stopped in the middle of his inspection of the kitchen by the sight of the last artichoke V made.

“I know you’re mostly eating at restaurants now you’re a star, but I hope even you can recognise what it is,” Johnny replies with a mischievous tone.

“I can see it’s an artichoke, but excuse my surprise ‘cause I don’t generally find them in your kitchen.”

Kerry is about to touch the pastry when Johnny’s chrome arm closes around his wrist.

“V made it. That one is for his girlfriend.”

“Oh, the biker gal?”

“Panam, yeah.”

The fact Kerry knows his apprentice’s name is probably a clue on how much time he spends haunting Johnny’s bakery.

“Looks good… Oh, I saw the Vulva cakes on instagram, too!”

Johnny grunts, making Kerry snort.

“What, worried the padawans surpassed the master?”

“They have much to learn, yet,” Johnny declares, dignified. Mirth shines in Kerry’s eyes, but before he can open his mouth, V comes back, changed and cleaned up.

“Hi Mister Eurodyne,”

“Hey V, I told you not to call me that. I’m Kerry, ok?”

“Sure, yeah, hm, good day?”

Johnny bites his tongue hard not to laugh, and he can see the shadow of embarrassment on V’s face but Kerry, bless his friendly soul, takes it in stride.

“Yes, thank you, I finished recording what might be the next single!”

V’s eyes sparkle like stars as they widen in wonder.

“That’s great, means I can listen to it soon!”

“Meh, don’t expect it that soon, it’s gonna be released as part of the album’s promo. Few more months… But if you graduate with flying colors, I might let you listen to the demo.”

V is speechless, cheeks coloring, mouth open in wonder.

“Please don’t kill the kid, Ker,” Johnny intervenes, pushing the young chef softly toward the door. “C’mon, go home, don’t forget your artichoke.”

Once V is gone, Johnny finds Kerry munching on the leftover of the artichokes’ leaves, the ones that weren’t pretty enough to make it on the cakes.

“You’re cute with the kid, all protective and shit, looking after him, bit like a da —”

“Don’t,” Johnny says right in his face, “or you won’t get your fuckin apple”

Kerry raises his hands in surrender and gives him an innocent look.

The next hour is spent with Kerry retelling juicy gossip from the music world, steeling Johnny’s resolve that leaving it was his best call. Chromerock only made him angrier. After his stunt in prison, where he discovered baking, he decided to change path. Baking focuses his mind and clears his emotions like few things do. He secretly loves hearing gossip, though, and pips in once or twice to keep Kerry going. The man tries to taste everything, putting his dirty fingers in Johnny’s preparations to the man’s rising exasperation.

Johnny puts a stop to it when Kerry tries to plunge his index into the chocolate that will serve as the cast between the filling and the outside of the apple.

“Fuck, you’re hungry today!” Johnny barks, holding the thieving hand in his chrome fist.

Kerry becomes fluid suddenly, spreading his legs where he’s seated on the counter with a lascivious attitude.

“Hungry for you,” he replies while his pupils turn dark and smoldering. Johnny slit his eyes, trying to judge if this is a distraction technique or a real invitation. “Chocolate always tastes better on your skin,” Kerry adds with a flick of his tongue over his bottom lip.

Johnny’s fist relaxes a tad.

“Maybe instead of a cake I wanna eat you,” Kerry concludes, his face an inch from Johnny’s, bright eyes mesmerizing.

Long ago, Johnny tried to resist that gaze, and the alluring pleasure it promised, but his defense wall crumbled years back, when he got out of prison and Kerry was there, waiting for him, leaning against the Porsche.

It means the man has no trouble taking control of the situation: he hops off the counter, caught between the cold metal and Johnny’s warm body and lands a teasing kiss on the line of his friend’s jaw. Johnny’s chest rumble, a moan, or a groan, or a protest, who knows? It’s all for show anyway. Slowly, Kerry raises his hands to Johnny’s shoulders and pushes up on his feet to lick his upper lip, giving it a bite before, with a muffled noise, the chef decides enough is enough and kisses him for real. It’s all bite and passion from here on, both hungry for each other.

In a sly and fluid move, Kerry turns them over, pushing Johnny against the counter before turning the cooker off. The smell of chocolate is everywhere. Kerry’s hand slides down between Johnny’s legs and the man grunts and widens his stance, covering the wandering fingers with his own to make him push harder. He thrust against the warm palm, uncaring if it looks wanton. Kerry doesn’t care, he’s back to mouthing at Johnny’s neck, purring when the chef’s chrome hand slides down his back to squeeze his ass.

The musician leans back, smiles at his best friend and occasional lover, before dipping his fingers into the chocolate. It gathers him a glare.

“Now it’s all ruined,” Johnny breathes, distracted by the spectacle of Kerry licking his fingers and making it a lewd show.

“Aww, what a shame, we should make good use of your hard work,” he whispers against the chef’s lips, squeezing his hardening dick tighter.

The next kiss tastes like rich cocoa, and Johnny lets a whimper escape because it’s absolutely decadent when served on Kerry’s tongue.

Johnny grips his friend’s hair in his chrome fist, forcing his head back and holding him still as he plunges his fingers in the pot, before bringing them to Kerry’s lips, smearing the thick liquid on his mouth. The man lets him do it placidly, eyes still shining with mischief and desire.

Their kiss is hot and messy, and they’re rutting against each other like mindless beasts now, before Kerry shudders and takes a step back. Looking at Johnny straight in the eyes, he unbuttons the apron, and then attacks his pants before pushing them under Johnny’s ass. He bites his lips as he looks at the hard length it uncovers and Johnny wants to laugh. He doesn’t get the opportunity because Kerry scoops more chocolate on his hand and then falls on his knees. He smears the creamy preparation over Johnny’s cock, who hisses and curses because of the warmth, jerking forward uncontrollably.

With a laugh, Kerry opens his mouth and starts licking him. Chocolate drips everywhere around his mouth, on his chin, down to his neck and Johnny grips his hair again, thrusting slightly. He can’t help it, the smell, the warmth, the feeling… Kerry’s mouth is so perfectly wet and welcoming, and he just loves seeing his friend on his knees for him, here in his fucking kingdom.

It’s over too soon, Johnny tries to keep Kerry where he is for a minute longer but the man pushes against him. Saliva drips from his tongue to Johnny’s dick, still smeared by chocolate. The musician smiles, licks his lips, kisses the tip of the still hard dick and rises fluidly. As Johnny gasps and tries to regroup, Kerry ditches his pants and then bends over the counter, reaching for the coconut oil Johnny used in the preparation earlier.

“C’mon, do me. I want your chocolate cock inside of me. Make a cream pie out of my hole and everything.”

Johnny grits his teeth, pushing back against the hazing heat inside his mind and slaps Kerry’s cheeks, hard, open palmed across booth muscles and delights in the yelp he receives. He doesn’t waste time, coats his dick in oil, uses the rest to push two fingers inside his friend, who groans. And then he’s sliding in, slowly, bit by bit, half to tease, half because Kerry is so fucking tight.

“You need to relax.”

“I fucking can’t, shit I’m… I like it when you take me like this.”

Like this is bent over the counter, legs spread wide, Johnny’s chrome hand pushing between his shoulder blades to keep him immobile. Kerry loves doing this in the kitchen: he takes pleasure in defiling the sanctity of the place.

In the end, Kerry focus and relax for a minute, just enough to let Johnny in completely, just enough to let him fuck him with fast thrusts followed by long drags out. He’s drooling on the inox counter, cursing and keening with each plunge, sweaty hands leaving prints on the smooth metal of the workspace. His ass pulls taught around Johnny, and he’s just taking it submissively, which drives the chef mad. Johnny speeds up and loses coordination, blinded by the need to claim him once more, to fill him and make even more of a mess out of him.

Johnny grips Kerry’s hair to wrench his head backward, forcing him to arch, and fucks him in earnest now. The man encourages him, knowing full well he’s close. Johnny comes biting his lips, trying not to make any noise but it’s fruitless because the pleasure is too great and he lets out a curse like he’s been shot.

His hips slow down, his thighs twitch everytime Kerry clench around him, earning a light slap on his asscheek. The musician gives him thirty seconds to enjoy the glow before he’s shifting impatiently. With a huff, Johnny pulls out and hoists him on all four on the counter. Kerry whines and spreads his legs needily, arching his back with his head and chest low, ass in the air.

Johnny parts his cheeks, pushes his chrome thumb against his opening, watches his cum trickle with satisfaction. He teases Kerry a few seconds more before the man reaches for his own cock. Johnny lets him, instead bending to eat him out, licking chocolate, coconut oil and cum out of him. Cream pie indeed, Johnny’s best creation maybe.

Kerry is practically crying, trembling all over, begging Johnny not to stop while he strokes himself hard and fast. Leaning back for a breath, Johnny slaps his ass again, teases his hole with two, three fingers, pushes in and out just to hear Kerry whine, before he goes back to it. His grip over Kerry’s thighs will leave bruises, just how the man likes it.

It takes a minute more but Kerry is now holding still, hand tight around his cock, shaking and clenching around Johnny’s tongue.

“Fuck,” he breathes out before air seems to freeze in his lungs. Johnny doesn’t stop, helps him through the climax, and goes on even when Kerrys sags on the workbench. He enjoys listening to the worldwide star keening and twitching every time his tongue swipes over his taint, until Kerry twists to push his head away.

Only their panting breaths can be heard for a while, until Kerry rolls on his back, legs hanging over the edge of the counter.

“Hmmm,” he sighs lasciviously while Johnny is fastening his pants again. “I’m still craving that apple, though.”

The chef rolls his eyes.

“It’s late. C’mon, I’ll treat you to dinner.”

Kerry gives him another forlorn sigh.

“The Dark Matter?”

Of course he would choose the best and most expensive restaurant.

“Sure,” Johnny still says, there is always a table for Kerry there, like everywhere else. “Let me change.”

Johnny looks over at the mess they made of his kitchen for a few seconds before shrugging.

Let the kids take care of that tomorrow.

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danyka-fendyr · 5 years

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Remind Me: Part 2

That’s right ladies and gentlemen, the much-anticipated part 2 is out! At least, I’m assuming it was much anticipated given the feedback from Dream. Which is basically the best feedback ever. If you haven’t read her story Once A Year yet (which this series is based upon) you really, really should! It’s amazing and it gives me all the feels. However, you don’t want to hear me talk. You want to read the story. So without further ado, allons-y!

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines

Wordcount: 2409

“I know, Billy,” You said. “I know.”

Eventually, they told you that you could go. You had to be honest with yourself, it was a relief. You weren’t super keen on being tied up to a million machines all the time.

Billy helped you out, and you followed him without a second thought. You probably should have been concerned with how blindly you trusted him, but that was the thing about blind trust. You didn’t question it.

“So where do I live?,” You asked him. “With you?”

That caught him off guard, which you had somehow known it would.

“Um...no. You have an apartment in the nice part of town.”

“And you?”

“I have an apartment.”

“In the nice part of town?” You pushed, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that.”

“You’re lying to me. And you’re not even bothering to do a good job of it.”

That made him laugh again. “There’s no point with you. Even when you can’t remember me you apparently have an uncanny ability to remember all of my tells.”

You just shrugged, unwilling to admit that you were a little bit proud of yourself for that, however dumb it might be.

“So? Where do you live?”

“In the not so nice part of town. Where I like to be.”

“I see I’ve tried to convince you to move before.”

“Many times.” He rolled his eyes.

“Well, you know what they say. The amnesiac time is the charm.”

He scoffed. “Yeah. Sure Skittles. I’ll move in with you and be like one of those live-in helpers old people have.”

“I mean, why not?” You turned around in the parking lot you had just arrived in, facing him.

“Why not what?”

“Why not have you move in with me? I mean, it only makes sense since apparently, you’re the mysterious key to my past.”

Billy Russo stared at you like you had grown another head.

“You don’t even know anything about me-”

“So you can tell me on the drive. Is that your car?” You spun towards the cherry red Stringray Corvette, eyes absolutely huge.

“No. It’s yours.”

“What!” You screamed, jumping up and down. “She’s gorgeous! Holy crap!”

Billy watched you, smiling and shaking his head. “Damn. I haven’t seen you this happy since you graduated high school and, quote, ‘never had to go back to that place.’ Though personally I still miss the uniform.”

“Perv.”

“Only around you. What can I say Skittles? You just bring out the worst in me.” He smiled, white teeth gleaming against his skin.

“Filed under Billy Russo in my brain. Now, give me the keys because there’s no way I’m letting you drive her.”

“Oh come on!” He threw his hands up in the air, frustrated.

“Nope. No way.”

“Not even when you have amnesia will you let me drive the car,” he grumbled.

“Not even if I was dead.”

“Remind me why I’m friends with you?” he asked.

“Because I’m pretty,” you told him, sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Oh right.”

20 minutes later, you were officially outside the nicest apartment complex you had ever seen. Well, you couldn’t remember the other apartment complexes you had seen, but suffice it to say it was pretty sweet.

“Do you think there’s a doorman?” You asked, unbuckling.

“I think,” Billy said, knuckles still white from his grip on the armrests, “that you still drive like a madwoman.”

“Oh don’t be a baby. You were in the military, I’m sure you’ve faced worse.”

“I have never faced worse than you ducking into opposing traffic because the guy in front of you was driving ‘too slow.’”

“He was!” You closed your door, locking the car after Billy got out.

“Not slow enough to justify that!”

“You’re no fun.”

“Funny. That’s not usually how these conversations go.”

He ran a hand through his hair, and you tried not to stare. You were seriously going to need someone to explain to you how exactly you had never romantically pursued this guy. He might have been even prettier than the car.

“Are you trying to tell me I’m the boring one?”

“Yes Skittles. That is exactly what I’m trying to tell you. You are a major stick in the mud.”

You gasped theatrically. “How dare you! I don’t believe a single thing you’ve said.”

“Believe it or not, it’s the truth. Ask anyone.”

“I wouldn’t know who to ask,” You reminded him.

His smile softened.“Don’t worry. I’ll introduce you.”

You both started to head inside, discovering that there was indeed a doorman, and he gave you a nod as he opened the door for you. Apparently, he recognized you. Either that or you just looked rich, which was entirely possible given the clothing Billy had brought for you at the hospital. You hoped your entire wardrobe didn’t look this...stuffy.

You waited until you got on the empty elevator to ask Billy the question that had been on your mind. “So uh...which floor do I live on? And like...which apartment?”

“You sure you’re ready for this?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Um...yes?”

He grinned. “Penthouse, baby.”

“You’re joking.”

“Not even a little bit,” he said, pressing the button.

“How did all of this even happen?”

“You got adopted by some very rich people. They’re the worst. They hate me,” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Why would they hate you? And why do you live in a crappy apartment even though you wear very expensive suits like that?”

“They hate me because I’m not a socialite and also they can’t boss me around, which is a bad combo in their book. And I live in a crappy apartment because I like it there. Besides, it’s not that bad of an apartment, it’s just the neighborhood that’s terrible.”

You nodded like you understood, though in fact the only thing you really understood was that your adopted parents really, really didn’t like him. Billy had already explained your foster situation too, which based off of what little you could remember sounded about right. You were still confused about what exactly your parents were like though. You did know that if Billy was at all right you weren’t excited to meet them. Again.

The elevator doors dinged open, and you stepped out into the most beautiful apartment of all time. It was absolutely huge, and there were a million windows. The only thing you might have changed about it was that it didn’t feel very...personal. You got the sense that you had just hired some fancy pants decorator to design the place. Everything was sleek and modern and...totally lifeless.

The color scheme was nice though.

“So, you own some big fancy corporation?” You asked, sitting down on your cushy white couch.

Who even owned white coaches made out of what you hoped was fake leather?

“Sure do.”

Billy went straight for your fridge. It was clear that he had been here before as he shuffled through its contents, taking some chicken breast out before pulling open the freezer drawer and grabbing brussels sprouts.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding you. You just got out of the hospital and the only thing they do well there is jello. You hate jello. Except for the red stuff.”

You shuddered. “Ugh. Jello.”

“See?” He pulled a pan out of a cupboard adjacent to the sink.

“I believe you. Please don’t make me eat Jello.”

“I would never torture you like that, Skittles.”

“Wow, you really are my best friend, huh?”

He smiled over his shoulder at you. “What gave it away?”

“The fact that you know where my cast iron skillets are.”

He laughed, further proving himself by grabbing a bottle of olive oil to coat the pan in before tossing on the chicken.

“One dinner coming right up, best friend.”

“Okay, so wait. Catch me up here. You’re rich. You can cook. And your butt looks like that,” You said, giving it a good hard look and not bothering to hide where you were looking. “Explain to me why we’re not dating?”

“Because,” he said, flipping the chicken, “you’re like my little sister. And I’m like your big brother.”

“Except we are in no way biologically related, meaning that relationship could change.”

You were just teasing him, of course. I mean, to a certain extent the part about him being hot was true, but you weren’t trying to harass the guy. The thing was, you could tell that he was having just as much fun as you were. In the same way you knew you could trust Billy Russo, you knew that he was laughing his head off inside by the slight tug at the corners of his mouth, the twinkle in his eyes, and the way he couldn’t seem to look directly at you for more than 5 seconds without being afraid he would burst out laughing. You may have forgotten him, but you still knew him.

“Technically true,” he said, trying to hide his grin behind a healthy dose of skepticism.

“Psh. Technically?”

“Sometimes, Skittles, technicalities are important.” He threw some garlic in with the chicken.

“You know what’s even more important? Feeding me. Because now that my kitchen smells like garlic chicken, I’m starving.” You stood up from the couch, moving to lean against the counter and watch him cook, biting your lip.

You were a lot hungrier than you had initially thought. The hospital had not been kind to you.

“I am working on it,” he said scoldingly.

“But I’m hungry,” you whined.

He tossed the brussels sprouts in with some seasoning salt. “Hi hungry. I’m Billy.”

“You pronounced, ‘the worst’ wrong.”

He snorted. “Still have the same sense of humor, I see.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s permanent. Sorry Bill.”

“Yeah, you should be apologizing. That sense of humor has gotten me in trouble more than a few times, you know that?”

“No way. You’re exaggerating.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nope. You’ll know when I’m exaggerating. Or maybe you won’t. I’m very good at it.”

“Jerk.”

“You can’t seem to decide if you love me or hate me.”

“So I’m guessing not much has changed.”

His response was simply, “Jerk.”

“So, tell me.” You settled in, turning so that your back was leaning against the counter and you had a better view of his face. “How on Earth did we manage to stay friends this long? I mean, nobody does that. Especially not people with life trajectories as drastically different as ours. How do I know you’re not really my stalker?”

Billy chuckled, in a very stalker-ish way, if anyone asked you. “I suppose that’s a fair cop. Well, we agreed when we were just kids, that no matter what happened, we would always meet up once a year. Every year. No matter what. Come rain or shine, hell or high water, what have you, I would come find you.”

“That’s not dialing down the creepiness Billy,” You teased.

He put the food on a plate, setting it on the island where you took your place on one of the stools.

“That’s some way to talk to the guy who just made you dinner.”

“I’ll decide if you can stay after I’ve tasted it.”

“Oh, she’s a food critic now.”

Billy watched you take your first bite, hands on his hips with one eyebrow raised. You were pleasantly surprised. This guy could really cook. The chicken tasted amazing, and the spices he had thrown in hit all the right notes. When had he even learned this?

“On a visit home. I got so tired of rations that I decided I would learn how to make something that didn’t taste like a brick.”

Apparently, you had said that part out loud. You couldn’t be blamed for what you did under the influence of good food.

“So were we more alike when we were younger or something? Because the way you describe it, we aren’t super similar at the moment.”

“I don’t know if I would say that.” Billy put the pan in the sink before sitting down across from you. “We’re still pretty similar in all the ways that matter. Back when we were kids though...”

He smiled fondly, as though reminiscing on some very specific memory. You had the overwhelming urge to join him, but you couldn’t, seeing as you currently had little to no memories in the bank. So instead, you let him have his moment, having a melancholy little moment of your own.

“You were a bit of a wild child. I was always getting you out of trouble. And then...getting into my own trouble. But that’s not the point!”

You laughed, taking another bite before you spoke again. “So basically we were both terrible people.”

“Harsh,” Billy said. “I would say we were...misguided youth.”

“Mmmhhhmm.”

“I still remember this time you stole a pair of handcuffs off this cop you were flirting with.” He shook his head, grinning. “We almost didn’t outrun him. And then you suggested we turn the handcuffs into bracelets, of all things. One for each of us. You thought you were so cool in your Metallica shirt with your handcuff bracelet, dancing in the rain like you didn’t have a care in the world.”

“Okay, so, correction. I was awesome, and you were a misguided youth.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You smiled, and you found yourself staring at him without really thinking about it. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you liked the feel of it. It was yet another thing that affirmed he was not, in fact, your stalker. Though if you had any doubts before they were pretty much dismissed at this point. Plus he would have to be a pretty gifted stalker to get the hospital to let him get anywhere near you, you figured.

“Hey, do you-” You started speaking, but the buzz of the intercom interrupted you.

“Darling, I’m here to see you.” A woman’s voice crackled through the speakers, probably in her 50’s or 60’s. “So sorry I couldn’t make it to the hospital. You know how it is, your father and I just get so busy with business. Anyway, if you could just let me up...”

“I think that’s the nicest I’ve ever heard her be to you,” Billy grumbled. “There must be someone watching.”

“Who is it?” You asked, even as a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach gave you your answer.

“It’s your mother.”

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tw for violence, drug use, suicide, nsfw

“I believe I'm a good person.”

“You know, I think there's good in everyone.

“I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself--What happened?”

“We were so tiny, happy and shiny.”

“This ain't no high school. This is the Thunderdome.”

“Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.”

“College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June!”

“I know life can be beautiful.”

“I pray for a better way.”

“If we changed back then, we could change again.”

“We can be beautiful.”

“Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town.”

“Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!”

“What did you say to me, skank?”

“We were kind before; we can be kind once more.”

“We on for movie night?”

“Don't you have it memorized by now?”

“What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.”

“He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.”

“I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?”

“I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend.”

“You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.”

“Why do they hate me?”

“Why don't I fight back?”

“Why do I act like such a creep?”

“Why do I cry myself to sleep?”

“Somebody hug me!”

“Somebody fix me! Somebody save me!”

“Send me a sign, God!”

“Give me some hope here! Something to live for!”

“Head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded--he sells engagement rings.”

“No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.”

“She is a mythic bitch.”

“They are solid Teflon; never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.”

“I'd like to kidnap ___ and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats!”

“Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“This is an excellent forgery.”

“I crave a boon.”

“Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone.”

“For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.”

“You have a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.”

“Ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way.”

“Let's make her beautiful.”

“Who could survive this?”

“I can't escape this!”

“I think I'm dying!”

“You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way!”

“Ask me how it feels, looking like hell on wheels.”

“I might be beautiful.”

“When you're beautiful It's a beautiful frickin' day!”

“Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?”

“You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?”

“I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch.”

“I’m feeling nice. Here’s some advice. Listen up, biotch!”

“I like lookin’ hot, buying stuff they cannot.

“I like skippin’ gym, scaring her, screwing him.”

“I like kickin’ nerds in the nose!”

“If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls and let your mommy fix you a snack.”

“Come smoke, pound some rum and coke in my Porsha with the quarterback.”

“Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store.”

“It’s time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore.”

“Guys fall at your feet, pay the check, help you cheat.”

“All you have to do? Say goodbye to Shamoo.”

“That freak’s not your friend, I can tell in the end.”

“If she had your shot, she would leave you to rot.”

“‘Course if you don’t care--Fine! Go braid her hair, maybe Sesame Street is on.”

“Get in my jeep. Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn.”

“You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.”

“You can join the team or you can bitch and moan.”

“You can live the dream or you can die alone.”

“Keep on testing me and end up like her!”

“Time for you to prove you’re not a lame ass anymore.”

“Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible, Yet feel so right?”

“I shouldn't watch this crap, that's not who I am, but for this kid--Damn.”

“Hey, Mr. No-name-kid, say who might you be?”

“Could you fight for me?”

“Could you face the crowd, could you be seen with me and still act proud?”

“Could you hold my hand and could you carry me through no mans land.”

“I would fight for you if you would fight for me.”

“Let them drive us underground, I don't care how far.”

“You can set my broken bones and I know CPR.”

“Well, woah, you can punch real good.”

“If some night you're free, wanna fight for me?”

“If you're still alive, I would fight for you.”

“I've been through ten high schools. They start to get blurry.”

“No point in planting your roots, 'cause you're gone in a hurry.”

“My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, so it's only a matter of when.”

“I don't learn the names, don't bother with faces.”

“Freeze your brain.”

“Happiness comes when everything numbs.”

“Who needs cocaine?”

“Care for a hit?”

“Does your mommy know you eat all this crap?”

“When mom was alive, we lived halfway normal.”

“I learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.”

“You're planning your future, you'll go to some college, and marry a lawyer.”

“The sky's gonna hurt when it falls.”

“You better start building some walls.”

“Shut your eyes tight, till you vanish from sight, let nothing remain.”

“Shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain.”

“Forget who you are, unburden your load, forget in six weeks you'll be back on the road.”

“When the voice in your head says you're better off dead, don't open a vein.”

“You heard it man, it's time to rage!”

“Blast the bass, turn out the light, ain't nobody home tonight!”

“Drink, smoke, it's all cool.”

“Let's get naked in my pool!”

“Punch the wall and start a fight!”

“The folks are gone, it's time for big fun!”

“When mom and dad forget to lock the liquor cabinet, it's big fun!”

“So wait, it's lime, then salt, then shot?”

“A hot guy smiled at me, without a trace of mockery!”

“Hey, is that weed? I want a hit.”

“Dreams are coming true when people laugh but not at you!”

“I'm not alone! I'm not afraid!”

“Crack open one more case!”

“I that that's what they call third base."

“Way to show maturity!”

“Quit it jackass, get off of me!”

“Emergency! I just saw some freshman sneaking over the pool fence!”

“You need a jello shot!”

“Here comes the Cootie Squad.”

“Showing up here took some guts. Time to rip them out.”

“Well, who's this pig remind you of? Especially the snout.”

“I wasn't gonna come, but since you took the time to write that sweet note.”

“Why d'you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal.”

“There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?”

“Let the speakers blow, they'll buy another stereo.”

“Our folks got no clue 'bout all the shit their children do.”

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it.”

“Thirty hours to live, how shall i spend them?”

“I don't have to stay and die like cattle.”

“I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walking!”

“I'm in your yard, I'm a dead girl walking!”

“Before they punch my clock, I'm snappin' off your window lock.”

“Got no time to knock, I'm a dead girl walking!”

“What're you doing in my room?”

“Shhhh. Sorry, but I really had to wake you.”

“See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.”

“You're my last meal on death row.”

“Tonight I'm yours, I'm a dead girl walking!”

“Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking!”

“I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.”

“Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!”

“And you know, it's 'cause you're beautiful.”

“You say you're numb inside, but I can't agree.”

“So the world's unfair, keep it locked out there. In here it's beautiful.”

“How'd you find my address?”

“I think you tore my mattress!”

“Make this whole town disappear!”

“Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say?”

“What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?”

“Believe it or not, I knew about fear; I knew the way loneliness stung.”

“I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.”

“But, the world, it held me down. It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.”

“No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings. No one gets her insecurity.”

“I am more than shoulder pads and makeup.”

“No one sees the me inside of me.”

“Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.”

“Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops.”

“They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique, they wouldn't dare look in my eyes.”

“My looks were just like prison bars; they've left me a myriad of scars.”

“No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity.”

“I am more than just a source of handjobs.”

“This is the loveliest suicide note I've ever read.”

“Box up my clothing for Goodwill, and give the poor my Nordic Track.”

“Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack.”

“Give them my hats and my CDs, my pumps, my flats, my three TVs!"

“No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings, but I weep for all I failed to be.”

“Maybe I can help the world by leaving.”

“I never knew about her pain.”

“Her life had hit a rocky patch.”

“Deep down she wasn't cruel or vain.

“She didn't mean to be a snatch!”

“Maybe ___ realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power. And the only way to do that was death.”

“My God. Look what we've done. We're breaking through!”

“No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you but she's made us better than we were.”

“___ is dead, but she will live inside me.”

“I'm bigger than John Lennon!”

“___'s gone, but she will live forever!”

“Ugh. You got a left hand? Use it.”

“Don't talk mean like that. You'll hurt their feelings.”

“You make my balls so blue. They're hangin' sadly.”

“What did they do to you that you hate them so?”

“They're all beat up like a tackling dummy!”

“They'll curl up on your face and purr like kittens!”

“We're beggin' you! Don't make my balls so blue.”

“Once you were geeky and nerdy, but they knew you're dirty.”

“Whatever you require they'll do! So take 'em home to meet your parents!”

“They'll wear a suit and tie, and a fancy collar!”

“They'll sing a lullaby: La la la la la!”

“My pants are rubbin' like a hot cheese grater!”

“Look. Booze. Drink!”

“My balls will work for you. They will obey ya!”

“They really need rescue, like Princess Leia!”

“You got no clue how much these two depend on you--Please help them through!”

“My balls are in your court!”

“Please make their dreams come true, and make these balls not blue!”

“They made you cry, but that will end tonight.”

“You are the only thing that's right about this broken world.”

“Go on and cry, but when the morning comes, we'll burn it down and we'll build the world again.”

“Our love is God.”

“I was alone.”

“I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.”

“See, now I'm crying too.”

“You're not alone.”

“When the morning comes, we'll burn away those tears, and raise our city here.”

“How did you guys know it was a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?”

“Meet me at the cemetery. At dawn.”

“We can start and finish wars.”

“We're what killed the dinosaurs. We're the asteroid that's overdue.”

“The dinosaurs choked on the dust, they died because God said they must.”

“The new world needed room for me and you.”

“I worship you. I'd trade my life for yours.”

“They all will disappear, we'll plant our garden here:”

“And when the morning comes, they'll both be laughing stocks.”

“So let's go hunt some jocks!”

“Take it slow. Strip for me.”

“I was hoping you'd rip my clothes off me, sport.”

“You're just unconscious, right?”

“I don't understand!”

“Stop being a dick!”

“They'll die because we say they must.”

“What the fuck have you done?!”

“We'll make them disappear.”

“I'm going steady, mostly he's awesome If a bit too rock and roll.”

“God, have mercy on my soul.”

“They could have turned out good and now we'll never know.”

“My teen angst bullshit has a body count.”

“It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place our boys could not live in!”

“They were just two lonely verses in the Lord's great song!”

“I love my dead gay son!”

“Well, the good Lord made the universe, the Lord created man, and I believe it's all a part of his gigantic plan.”

“They were just two stray laces in the Lord's big boots.”

“He loves his dead gay son.”

“They knew damn well those folks would judge 'em, they were desperate to be free!”

“I can't believe that you still refuse to get a clue, after all that we’ve been through.”

“Our jobs are now continuing that work that they begun!”

“We'll teach the world to love.”

“Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged, but that does not make us wise.”

“We’re not special, we’re not different--We don’t choose who lives or dies.”

“Don’t you want a life with me?”

“Can we be seventeen?”

“If you could let me in I could be good with you.”

“People hurt us or they vanish and you’re right that really blows.”

“Don't stop looking in my eyes.”

“So what’s it gonna be? I wanna be with you tonight.”

“Yeah we’re damaged, badly damaged, But your love’s too good to lose.”

“Hold me tighter, Even closer, I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.”

“You’re the one I choose.”

“Deep inside of everyone there's a hot ball of shame. Guilt, regret, anxiety, Fears we dare not name.”

“If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.”

“Shine a light on your deepest fears.”

“Let in sunlight now and your pain will disappear.”

“Your scars and your flaws, will look lovely because you shine!”

“Everyday's a battlefield when pride's on the line.”

“I attack your weakness and pray you don't see mine.”

“Our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.”

“Who wants to share what's in their heart? No volunteers, fine, I'll start.”

“I live alone. My husband left, My kids are grown.”

“In the 60's love was free, That did not work out well for me.”

“The revolution came and went. Tried to change the world, Barely made a dent.”

“I have struggled with despair.”

“I chant, I prayed, but god's not there.”

“I’m ending our affair.”

“I faked it. Every. Single. Time.

“I float in a boat In a raging black ocean low in the water with nowhere to go.”

“Cold, clammy, and crowded. The people smell desperate--We'll sink any minute, so someone must go.”

“Everyone's pushing! Everyone's fighting!”

“Storms are approaching, there's nowhere to hide!”

“If I say the wrong thing or I wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me right over the side.”

“Well who made her captain?”

“Still, the weakest must go.”

“The tiniest lifeboat full of people I know.”

“Stupid child proof caps!”

“Aw look, ___'s going to whine all night!”

“You don't deserve to live!”

“Why not kill yourself?”

“Here, have a sedative.”

“Whine, like there's no Santa Claus.”

“You're pathetic because you whine!”

“You whine all night!”

“Your ass is off the team.”

“Go on and bitch and moan.”

“You don't deserve to dream.”

“You're gonna die alone.”

“There was a boy I met in kindergarten. He was sweet, he said that I was smart.”

“I sat and watched him breathing.”

“He didn't care if I was thin or pretty.”

“He was mine until we hit first grade, then he woke up.”

“Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.”

“Now we're all grown up and we know better, now we recognize the way things are.”

“Certain boys are just for kindergarten. Certain girls are meant to be alone.”

“I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.”

“So I'll build a dream that I can live in and this time I'm never waking up.”

“Oh my God. Is she dead?”

“Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.”

“Keep it together, I knew you would come far.”

“Now you’re truly a Heather, smell how gangsta you are.”

“Feel a bit punchy? She’s not looking so well.”

“Still, you’ve earned that red scrunchie.”

“Come join ___ in hell.”

“We’ve been worried sick! Your friend stopped by, he told us everything!”

“He’s got your handwriting down cold.”

“Please, honey. Talk to us!”

“ I’ve experienced everything you’re going through right now.”

“Guess who’s right down the block?”

“You’re problems seem like life and death—I promise, they’re not.”

“Guess who’s climbing the stairs?”

“Guess who’s picking your lock?”

“You don’t know what my world looks like!”

“Time’s up! Go say your prayers!”

“Too late! He got in!”

“Knock! Knock! Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!”

“All is forgiven baby! “

“Come on, get dressed. You're my date to the pep rally tonight!”

“You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead.”

“Then it hit me like a flash, what if high school went away instead?”

“Those assholes are the key! They’re keeping you away from me!”

“They made you blind, messed up your mind but I can set you free!”

“You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried.”

“Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!”

“So I built a bomb, tonight our school is Vietnam!”

“Let’s guarantee they’ll never see their senior prom!”

“I was meant to be yours!”

“We were meant to be one!”

“Don’t give up on me now! Finish what we’ve begun!”

“In the rubble of their tomb we’ll plant this note explaining why they died!”

“Our burnt bodies may finally get through to you. “

“Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.”

“We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors. Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores!”

“We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!”

“I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one!”

“I can’t make this alone! Finish what we’ve begun!”

“You were meant to be mine!”

“I am all that you need!”

“You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed!”

“Open the door, please.”

“Please, can we not fight anymore?”

“Sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there. I can set you free!”

“Don’t make me come in there! I’m gonna count to three! One! Two--Fuck it!”

“Please don’t leave me alone. You were all I could trust.”

“I can’t do this alone, still I will if I must!”

“I wanted someone strong who could protect me.”

“I let his anger fester and infect me.”

“His solution is a lie.”

“No one here deserves to die except for me and the monster I created.”

“I'm a dead girl walking!”

“Can't hide from me, I'm your dead girl walking!”

“And there's your final bell.”

“It's one more dance and then farewell.”

“Cheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walking.”

“___ told us you'd just committed suicide!”

“Yeah, well, he's wrong about a lot of things.”

“I threw together a lovely tribute, especially given the short notice.”

“Got no time to talk I'm a dead girl walking!”

“Tell me what's that sound?”

“___ will knock you out and send you straight to hell!”

“Step away from the bomb.”

“This little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb. This is just to set off the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym. Those are bombs.”

“People are going to look at the ashes of Westerberg and say there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care, but because that school was society. “

“The only place Heathers and Marthas can truly get along is in Heaven!”

“I wish your mom had been a little stronger.”

“I wish she stayed around a little longer.”

“I wish your dad were good.”

“I wish grown-ups understood.”

“I wish we met before they convinced you life is war!”

“I wish you'd come with me.”

“I wish I had more TNT!”

“Give a great big yell!”

“I am damaged, far too damaged, but you’re not beyond repair.”

“Stick around here, make things better, ‘cause you beat me fair and square.”

“Please stand back now. ‘Little further.”

“Don’t know what this thing will do.”

“Hope you’ll miss me.”

“Wish you’d kiss me, then you’d know I worship you.”

“I’ll trade my life for yours.”

“And once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.”

“Wait, hold on--Not this way!”

“Our love is God.”

“Say hi to God.”

“Where have you been? People were saying you killed yourself.”

“You look like hell.”

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Listen up kids, war is over, brand new sheriff's come to town.”

“We are done with acting evil, we will lay our weapons down.”

“We're all damaged, we're all frightened, we're all freaks but that's alright.”

“We'll endure it, we'll survive it.”

“___, are you free tonight?”

“I'd be honored, if you'd let me be your friend.”

“We can be seventeen, we can learn how to chill.”

“If no one loves me now, some day somebody will.”

“Still time to make things right.”

“One day we'll change the world, but let's kick back tonight.”

“We can be beautiful.”

“Act like we're all still kids, cause this may be our final chance.”

“Celebrate you and I.”

“Maybe we won't grow old and maybe then we'll never die.”

“We'll make it beautiful.”

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