#CJ Y2K x reader

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omg sorry uh uh could I maybe request a cj (y2k) x gn / they/them reader who's kind of a loner like eli? like has one or two friends and rarely talks, super anxious, etc? like maybe they meet at the party or something??? idk I crave cj content he's actually so cutie patootie sjdnnsnsnsjdn anyways thank you if you do this and have a wonderful day/night!!

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As someone who firmly believes that Ash and CJ are the best Characters in the movie, I’m absolutely giddy over this omg, absolutely

Life of the Party -CJ Y2K

“Look at you, real life of the party over here., huh? “Are you gonna smoke with me or not?”

CJ x Loner!reader

Pronouns used: they/them/theirs

Tropes used: Beginning of a Strangers to lovers plot

Word count: 2K

Summary: Parties like this were so not their thing.

Warnings: Canon typical smoking and drinking, swearing, mentions of parental divorce, I don't know if you wanted this to turn romantic but I love to write a first kiss scene so I guess we ended up here.

RIP CJ, you would have HATED that this is the song I gave you. But you can't tell me that it's not a funny option.

    Places like this were never their thing. Chris’ house was far too crowded, far too loud. Some awful song they didn’t quite know but vaguely recognized is blaring from his dad’s new speakers. If it had better bass it might even be shaking the windows. The sound’s headache inducing as they walk through the busy house, arms drawn to their chest in an attempt to make themself smaller. At some point this aimless wandering was focused on finding their friends, but that proved itself nearly pointless after their second lap. For all (Y/n) knows, their friends left them alone to “help them open up”, not that a plan like that could actually work on them. They had no plans on being anywhere but home tonight, let alone plans to make new friends.

   The kitchen is easier to be in than the rest of the house, they’ve found a spot leaning against the counter, watching a group harass a guy from their English class. They should know his name, they know they should. PJ maybe? CJ? Yeah, definitely CJ. He’s backed against a bookshelf, Farkus leaning beside him to mock him while the taller guy’s short friend with the green hair films them. They’re debating-or maybe arguing- about music, CJ looking as bored as they feel as he deals with the situation he’s been backed into.

   (Y/n) vaguely catches as CJ calls him a drone, leading to him scoffing as he repeats the words. The guy’s cup is slapped out of his hand, a loud shout of “That’s why your cup is not in our fucking hand, bitch,” following the action. CJ doesn’t react much, instead just looking around for a way out as the friend group around him breaks out into collective laughter.

It’s not like they’re friends with the guy -they’re not even fully positive that they’ve attached the right name to him- but they feel some odd draw to do something. 

   Pushing themself off the counter they cross over to the kitchen island, grabbing a new solo cup and splashing what they hope is just a shot of vodka into the cup. (Y/n)’s lip finds its way between their teeth, looking back and forth between the cup they’re now pouring coke into and the guy across the room. Their stomach churns, a strange burning sensation filling their gut as (Y/n)’s instincts scream out for them not to speak, and yet, “Hey, CJ!” He looks up to them, brows quirking as he pushes by Farkus and over the kitchen island. “You okay?” They offer him the drink they’d poured, smiling with silent pride as he takes it. “Yeah, I don’t,” CJ sighs, laughing slightly as he leans against the counter beside him, “I don’t pay him any mind. The cup was empty anyway. Really just put trash on the floor.”  His words are punctuated with a sip of the drink, watching his classmate over the plastic brim.

   They nod, lip back between their teeth as they look at him wordlessly. “But thank you though, really. It’s (Y/n), right? You uh, you sit behind me in English?” They nod, “Yeah, CJ was right, right?” He nods, “Yeah.” The energy between them is stiff, (Y/n)’s hands resting in their pockets as they thumb over the plastic bag waiting in their windbreaker. They’re not sure what to say to him, but from the way that they can feel eyes on them, they know they’ve inadvertently made the two of them a show. “So,” they drag the word out, slightly pulling the bag from their pocket, ensuring that he can see it, “You got a light?” It brings a smirk to his lips, an arm crossing over his chest as he looks them over. 

   “Look at you, real life of the party over here, huh?” He bumps their arm with his elbow, smiling as he pushes himself away from the counter. The beginning of a blush is flaring up in their cheeks, the attention making the nerves in their stomach feel as if they’ve been lit aflame. Since when are they the type to share? “Are you going to smoke with me or not?” He laughs, waving a hand to them as he turns towards the garage, “Come on then.” They don’t really talk on the way out of the kitchen, (Y/n) busying their hands as they fidget with the pack of rolling paper in their pocket. 

    CJ opens the door, holding it open for them with a slight wave into the room, “After you.” They give him a soft nod, walking down into the basement and sitting down on the step, “You got a thing about not letting people roll for you?” He shakes his head, bouncing around them to stand in front of the stairs with his arm back over his chest, “You go ahead.” The room is silent as (Y/n) breaks up a nug, looking down at the stair beside them as they drop the broken up pieces into a rolling paper. They can feel his eyes on the side of their face, making a lump slowly build in their throat. There’s a few times that their lips part in an attempt to speak to him just to close again as they realize they don’t know what to say. 

    “So, you really are this quiet outside of class, huh?” They nod, pulling the joint up as they twist the end of it closed, “Yeah, I uh, I guess I don’t have much to say.” They lift their hand, joint tucked between their fingers to offer it to him. “It’s your light, you first.” The boy shakes his head, pulling his lighter out to hand it to them, “It’s your herb.” A tight lipped smile crosses their mouth as they turn their hand over to accept the lighter. After passing it over, CJ walks back to their side, lowering himself onto the step next to them. They take a drag, passing the joint to them with the hint of a smile on their face. “So,” he hums before taking a hit, “Why’d you move here?” “My mom got a new job here after my parents got divorced and I didn’t want to live with my dad,” it’s a stoney and cold response, reaching out for the joint again. CJ nods, taking a sip off of his drink before bumping their shoulder with his, “So how much of that do I have to get into you before you become a conversationalist?” 

   The question drags a giggle out of them, bumping his shoulder back, “God, a whole one at least. Never been all that great at making friends.” “Maybe it’s because you don’t talk.” They hum, rolling their eyes as they pass the joint back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious. What do you even talk to strangers about?” He taps his chin, looking over to them with a smile, “What type of music do you listen to?” 

   “Woah dude, way too far,” they throw a hand up as they talk, leaning away from his side. He stares at them bewildered, slow blinking as he tries to comprehend the reaction until they start laughing. A real smile crossing their face for the first time since they got dragged out of the house. “I’m fucking with you. I don’t really have a set music taste, it’s just whatever speaks to me, you know? Like, I think the point of music is to feel something, so as long as it does that, who cares about the genre?” He nods, “You listen to any underground MCs? Because I know a few if you want some recs.” Their lip slides back between their lip, nodding as they look his face over, “Yeah, that would be really nice. Make me a mix and I’ll talk to you about it later.” 

   “You want me to make you a mix? Since when does making friends come with homework?” They smirk, waving the joint between them, “Well, if your recs are any good then it won’t be a problem for you.” His shoulder comes over to bump against theirs again with a smile, “There you go, you’re loosening up. But yeah, I’ll make you a mix.” “Bring it to me in class?” “For sure. Now, your turn.” “My turn?” He nods, taking the joint that they’re waving from them, “Yeah, ask me anything.” “And you’ll tell me the truth?” It earns them a nod, the smoke coming up to rest between his lips as he waits. 

    “What is it about hip-hop? What’s the draw?” He laughs, leaning back against the step as he offers the smoke over to them, “That’s just an extension of my question.” “No it’s not! I’m asking why you like your music, not what music you like. They’re different!” “Okay, okay. I don’t know it just, makes you think. It’s got more substance than the shit that’s on MTV.” They’re watching him intently as he speaks. CJ’s eyes are closed, hat tipping off of his head from the way he leans back. There’s a peace taking over his face that feels like a complete 180 from the way he was acting in the house. Lips slightly curved up at the corners as a hand rests on his chest. “Yeah, I can see that. It’s what makes you feel seen, right?” He nods, pointing a finger lazily up towards them, “Exactly. So, do you have a boyfriend back home?” 

     The question makes them choke, smoke getting caught in their throat as they cough. (Y/n)’s eyes are watering as they look at him, the smoke burning their senses as they pass him the last hit. “What?” “Do you have a boyfriend back home? Or one here, I guess.” They shake their head, “Why would that matter?” CJ sits up, blowing out smoke as he puts the roach out on the brick stair. “It’s a minute until midnight and the cute new kid who sits behind me in class finally talked to me.” A flush floods through their face, the heat of the newfound bloodrush so heavy that they can feel the warmth in their ears. “So that’s why you agreed to smoke with me?” 

    He shakes his head, turning fully towards them, “No I agreed to smoke with you because I’ve been dying to have a conversation with you. If you let me kiss you at midnight that would just be a bonus for me.” The nerves that were burning through them in the kitchen are suddenly lit back up. A burning, churning fear in their stomach as their hands begin to shake. This isn’t the attention that they’re used to, no one has ever admitted to seeing them like that. “I’ve never had a new year’s kiss before.” His eyebrows raise, tongue coming out to dart over his lips. “Well, if you wanted, we could change that in about thirty seconds.” 

    It’s enough to make them want to get up and run. This isn’t something that they’ve ever experienced, a pressure building up in their stomach and chest that they can’t quite place. Somewhere they can hear the countdown starting as his eyes search theirs. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s change that.” It comes with a giggle, them reaching out to grab his jaw and slowly leaning in. The countdown hits one as their lips connect, this soft slow motion that makes their stomach churn and their cheeks burn. They can vaguely recognize the churning “butterflies”, their eyes still lidded as they pull away from him. “Well, that was a first.” 

   CJ’s eyes blow wide, staring at them, “Was that your first kiss? Like, ever?” It makes them laugh, the sound matching with the flickering of the lights that almost makes (Y/n) seem like magic. “No, no, just the first time I’ve kissed a stranger.” A playful hand falls onto his chest, “A stranger? I know what type of music you listen to and you tasked me with making you a mix. You could at least call us acquaintances.” The laugh grows stronger, (Y/n) leaning over their knees as their shoulders rock with the sound. “You’re right, we’re at least acquaintances.” He nudges their arm again, playing with his lighter as he talks, “Then, maybe if you like the mix, we could get dinner and talk about it?” The idea is terrifying, but somehow the concept is electrifying in a way they adore. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a date.” 

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y2k hyperfixation is going crazy, im in love with like half the characters so hmu if u want me to write for them because I’ll probably write for any of them

[occasionaloneshots]

omg hihi just wanted to say that cj fic I requested was PERFECT. I absolutely love you 🙏🙏 and dw take any creative liberties you want with my requests, lowkey forget to type some things cause my mind races all over when I type these out LMAO. I'm also not good at requesting so uh yeah (also warning I will probably be blowing up your inbox w y2k stuff but feel free to ignore any of it and take your time!! absolutely no rush.)

but could I maybe get a little drabble thingy or whatever with cj and eli with (they/them) reader who probably has adhd? like they have one or two big fixations and smaller ones that last maybe a week or two if they're even existent, though the big ones are usually music related. uh they can't stop moving and crave dopamine / doing things they like and can't focus in situations where they're kind of bored or uninterested and bite their nails a lot. they're kind of socially awkward and miss social queues a lot and stuff? sorry this is so disorganized but I wanted to give a few little things to work off of for you lol sjneenkems

but yeah do whatever you want with this!! and lmk if you wanna see less requests in your inbox lol, you won't hurt my feelings!! and as always take your time, don't pressure yourself to write! have a good day/night 🫶🫶

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Anyone who wants to stroke my ego with writing and keep my hyperfixation on Y2K alive is a-okay in my books, I just take a minute because I’ve got too many ongoing projects at any time 🩷 thanks for understanding

Give Me Your Hand

“Stop that.” “Sorry.”

Eli x ADHD!Reader x CJ

(Minor Ash x platonic!reader)

Pronouns used: they/them/theirs

Tropes: pre-established relationship

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: You'd think by now, they'd know not to say the magic words while their partner is this bored.

Warnings: CJ lives Au/Reader replaces Laura AU, Reader is in CJ's lap at one point, nail biting, swearing, playful arguments, lots of Alternative Music references, this is clearly written as a throuple and not a hinge so if you're against CJxEli this one isn't for you, mentions George Orwell's Animal Farm but not in any detail what so ever, pet names, mentions the CD incident but again CJ lives he's fine, Also mentions the concept of grandkids if that has the ability to bother anyone.

I researched Nu-metal and had to look up the names of the different skate park structures for this, please clap

      It turns out that once the world ends you stop worrying about what people think about your hobbies. Which became ever so apparent when Eli decided he did want to learn to like skating. It gave him and CJ something to bond over, the later being a strangely good mentor on the subject. They could stay at the skate park together for hours, and quite frankly watching their boyfriends get excited together was wonderful. Or at least it’s wonderful for the first hour or so, until (Y/n) remembers that they have no interest in learning to skate, or watching people skate, or being in places with the general energy of a skate park. It was too loud, the scent of weed somehow managing to hang around the area even with the fresh air blowing through. Coupled with screaming that layered on each other to become barely coherent as different people called out different things to the people they were with. 

    The place makes their head swim, and trying to couple this project on Animal Farm with the energy around them would surely be the death of them. How were they ever supposed to get this done? (Y/n) lets out an exasperated sigh, throwing the novel back into their bag with little regard towards keeping their place. It’s not like they managed to get far in it anyway. (Y/n)’s hands subconsciously  start tapping out a pattern on their thighs, looking around the park for where their boys might have wandered off to. 

   As if they have a second sense for their partner, both boys look up as they set sight on them. Smiling and waving down at them from their spots on a halfpipe. (Y/n) finds a smile, waving back at them. They watch as Eli grapples for CJ’s hand, clinging to it as they push off down the ramp and back up the other side. Faintly, they can hear Eli’s excited scream and CJ’s laugh over the noise. CJ’s face glowing with pride as he watches Eli light up.  Maybe somewhere in them, (Y/n) could understand how the adrenaline of being on one of those things could be fun, but the process of learning the basics to get onto one? That was a hard pass in their books. CJ tried once, but it was too repetitive for them to care, promising to watch from the sidelines instead. Not that they could ever watch for long before it made their head swim, but it was the thought that counts, right? And they always show up, always. 

   The motion of them reminds (Y/n) of someone pacing in front of them, it makes them dizzy, looking away from them as they sort through their bag for their mp3. After a few moments they find it, slipping their headphones over their head as they lean their head back against the tree behind them. Tapping out the drum beats to Korn’s “Dead” as they let their eyes close. 

    They’ve made it all the way to “It’s Gonna Go Away” by the time someone is tapping their knee to alert them of their presence. (Y/n) looks up, meeting Eli’s outstretched hand as they do. They take it, letting him pull them from the dirt as CJ throws their bag over his shoulder. Slipping their headphones off of their head, (Y/n) smiles at them, “Hi.” Eli kisses their forehead, moving to stand beside them with their hand in his, “Hi, baby. You ready to go?” They nod, leaning against his shoulder as he guides them towards CJ’s car in the parking lot. 

   “Did you get anywhere in your book?” CJ is saddling up beside them, taking their empty hand in his. (Y/n) shakes their head, “It’s so boring and there’s so much going on here. I can’t do it, why can’t the project be on something fun?” Eli shakes his head, “Your class doing Animal Farm?” They nod, lips pouting as they rub their thumb over CJ’s knuckles. “We are, and it’s ass.I wanted it to be a fun farm, like Charlotte’s web or something, but no,” they drag out the no, brows furrowing as they whine.  “I’ll start reading  it to you when we leave Ash’s place, my class started on it yesterday.” They hum, looking up at him, “Are you going to do voices?” He looks down, raising an eyebrow, “Are you going to pay attention if I don’t?” A sheepish smile crosses their lips as they shake their head, lip slipping between their teeth. “Then I guess I’ll have to do voices for you, hmm?”  

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   Ash’s house is a setting much more on (Y/n)’s level as the four of them sit around, abandoned class projects on every surface as they turn to talking instead. At some point the conversation made its way into being an argument between Ash and CJ about music. Though playful, the two’s voices were rising, CJ nearly yelling in (Y/n)’s ear as he talks to Ash over their shoulder. 

   (Y/n) doesn’t notice their nail between their teeth until they hear Eli snap, his hand reaching out towards them from his place beside CJ. He flexes it a few times, (Y/n) looking down at it with raised brows. “Stop that.” “Sorry,” their hand falls from their mouth to their lap, knuckles knocking against CJ’s as it does. Eli’s hand flexes again, fingers waving towards them. “Give me your hand?” They smile, intertwining their fingers with his as they lean back further into CJ’s embrace. He presses a kiss to their shoulder as they adjust themself before settling his chin back on their shoulder. 

    “Babe, can you please tell Ash that Nu-Metal isn’t real hip-hop?” “Can you please tell your dumbass boyfriend that Nu-metal is absolutely hip hop?” They throw their hands up as they talk, collapsing back against their bed with a huff. (Y/n)’s face lights up at the request, this excited glow taking it over that makes Eli smile and Ash smirk from where they’re laying watching the three. “You said the magic words,” Eli coos to CJ, a playful smirk taking over his smile as he raises an eyebrow. 

     “I get to talk about it? Like, with detail? Because I absolutely can, I’d love to.” They’re nearly vibrating with excitement, and from the way they’re reacting alone, CJ knows he’s already lost. But that doesn’t stop him from nodding against them, letting a second kiss fall to their shoulder as he mumbles into their skin, “Go ahead babe, floor’s yours.” 

   “Ok,” they excitedly pull their hands up to their chest, dragging Eli’s along with it before letting them drop again, “Okay! So technically, it wouldn’t classify as purely hip-hop because it’s too theatrical, but, but, it does heavily pull from hip hop for its sound. Yes, it takes the political alignment of the punk movement and the musical sound of it from the eighties and earlier forms of grunge and metal but it also incorporates DJs and rapping which are both directly tied to hip-hop.  It’s both hip hop and punk, that’s like the whole point of it all. It’s hip-hop’s historical political presence mixed with the aggression of the metal movement. It’s a love-child. It is a beautifully messy political music love-child. And because of that, it’s made room for so many people in the alternative music scene who were being left out before. The hip-hop element is what makes it a safer space for say Rage Against The Machine or System of a Down. The new sound created space for people who weren’t your average white guy in a space that they took over. Its ties to hip-hop are what makes it as a genre.” 

     CJ sighs, shaking his head, “But it’s still white guys that people are going to think of first. Like fucking Limp Bizkit and shit.” “Yeah, the alternative genre got taken over by white guys so long ago that it’s going to take a lot of work and growth for people to recognize who the genre ever originally belonged to again, but that doesn’t erase its ties and the paths it’s built.” Ash points over to them, a smile written across their face, “Plus, Fred Durst is fucking cool.” Their hand that isn’t occupied by Eli’s taps excitedly against the side of CJ’s thigh, “Plus Fred Durst is fucking cool! God I’m going to spend my elderly years on the porch in a rocking chair telling my grandkids all about how I met Fred Durst.” 

    Eli laughs, bringing their knuckles up to his lips to kiss them, “You’re gonna tell them about how you saved the world with a rap rocker?” “Absolutely, they are going to know their grandparent saved the world with a celebrity, and that you two were there.” CJ laughs, his breath ghosting over their skin, “Oh yeah, back in my day, computers decided to rise up and try to kill us. But thankfully we met some loser in a band and he played a cover of a song so that I could save the world.” They laugh, reaching a hand over to rest on his cheek, “Yeah, and that’s how I met your grandfathers. Gramps and I save the world with a flash drive and a condom and that’s how Pops got those sweet scars on his face. He took two CDs to the face to protect Fred Durst. It was the craziest night ever and we still went back to school three days later.” 

    Ash laughs from across the room, watching as CJ goes to cover his scar and (Y/n) grabs his hand to stop him. “As if they’re going to know what flash drives and CDs are. They’ll probably all have microchips implanted into their heads by choice by then so that they can listen to music without an external device.  Yo, you think those chips your parents got played music in their head?” (Y/n) laughs, “It definitely wasn’t Limp if it was. What was it the Consciousness called him?” They turn to Eli who’s laughing at them. “I believe it was, ‘They’re all singing with that loser, Fred Durst’.” 

    CJ scoffs, though it’s clearly playful, “I can’t believe I’d ever agree with something that asshat did.” “Yeah, no he was so playing some MTV shit though, not your type of guy,” Ash sticks their tongue out, causing CJ to flip them off. “Oh it was playing like, some shit off of Willenium for sure,” Eli is laughing, leaning over onto CJ’s shoulder as he does. “Man, I hope my robot lobotomy is playing Wild Wild West, said no one ever,” CJ scoffs, pulling his head from (Y/n)’s grip and shoulder to rest it on top of Eli’s. “No they might have, it’s gotta be someone’s favorite song, doesn’t it?” He laughs, tapping a hand against their thigh, “You are so cute when you’re optimistic.” (Y/n) turns slightly on his lap, smirking at him as they do, “Aren’t I? Doesn’t it make you both want to kiss me?” They let go of Eli’s hand, waving both hands in circles in front of their faces, “You do, you both want to kiss me so bad. Wanna kiss me so bad that it makes you look stupid.” 

    CJ laughs, swatting their hands down, “Are you trying to hypnotize us with your hands?” A pout crosses their lips, playful glint still playing through their adoring eyes, “I don’t have a watch or one of those spinny thingies. Come on, humor me!”

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[occasionaloneshots]

Your Friends Like Me Better -Y2K

“Yo! Your slut ass is just in here trying to fuck?” “Watch your mouth.”

Ash x Farkus’ Sibling!Reader X CJ

Pronouns Used: they/them/theirs

Tropes: Secret Relationship, pre-established Relationship

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: Farkus throwing a big party for their birthday should have given them the perfect opportunity to make out with their partners in peace, but that’s asking for too much

*Disclaimer: This is a hinge relationship not a throuple. Ash is a lesbian and I do not write them romantically with male characters, reader or otherwise. Also this includes my head canon that Farkus and CJ were best friends growing up (but it obviously excludes the part where they're step-cousins for very clear reasons), thank you <3

Warnings: swearing, canon typical smoking and drinking, No Apocalypse AU taking place somewhere in their senior year, It's not smut but it does get a little steamy (I love writing a make out sesh man), Reader purposely gets their partners jealous (leading to them both seeming a little dominant but I really don’t think that’s true, it’s just more fun to write), Farkus is a super senior, Canon Typical Farkus behavior, Slut shaming, pet names, fighting, idk man I got silly

Once upon a time, a really recent time, birthday parties in their family were actually about birthdays. But with the end of the 90s came Farkus’ realization that birthdays could be a free way for him to throw a genuine party that allowed him to get cross faded. It seems that (Y/n)’s birthday simply happened to be his second lucky victim of their senior year.

Not that parties like that were ever (Y/n)’s style. No, if it had been up to them, they would be hiding out in CJ’s garage. Would have made Ash lie about working so that they could come hang out with them. Or maybe Farkus would have been working tonight, it would have surpassed the need to sneak around at all. He never did question when Ash spent the night, and they could have made CJ leave before he got home. About a hundred better options of how they could spend their birthday run through their head as they adjust their appearance in the mirror. Each more exciting than the last, but every one far away from what would be happening tonight.

Below them, the party has already stirred up. What they’re pretty sure is Three 6 Mafia’s “Azz & Tittiez” is blaring through the floor, no doubt a pick from their brother. It’s loud, already lively and mind numbing before the guest of the hour has even made it to the party. A hand dusts over their shirt, looking at the cat hair that litters the black fabric. It’s going to be a long night, one of sneaking around past their brother’s friends to see the only people they actually cared to spend the night with. It was a birthday ruiner if they were honest, but (Y/n) was trying to stay positive. No need to head down stairs at all if they were going to be a dick the whole night, and there was no way they got out of going down stairs. If they didn’t at least make an appearance it would start a fight, or even lead to them being dragged down the stairs.

“This song is ass,” a playful scoff distracts them from their thoughts, head shooting up to see a familiar face in the mirror behind them. He’s leaned against the wall, that obnoxious silent walk of his allowed him to sneak in completely undetected. “And titties. How’d you get up here?” He’s laughing, pushing off the wall to walk up behind them. Warm arms come to rest around (Y/n)’s waist as CJ’s head settles on their shoulder, “Bizkit Brigade is slacking tonight. I’m pretty sure that half of them are already too faded to give a fuck.” They hum, turning around in his arms, a hand coming to rest on his cheek. “You think they’re fucked up enough that they won’t notice I didn’t make an appearance?” It gets them a hum in return, the boy beginning to speak as they press a kiss to his cheek, “I think that Ash and their camera are waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you.” They groan, head falling back on their neck, “Why do the hottest people have to have the most annoying quirks? One of my partners hates everything and the other films everything.”

“I do not hate everything.” They snap their head back up, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, I hate a lot of things but not everything. Just, ya know, Limp Bizkit.” “And pop music, SKA music, any form of punk, goth music, country music, every hip hop artist on MTV, every show on MTV, popular kids, Polaroid cameras, snapbacks- should I go on?” “No, babe, I think you made your point.” His eyes are narrowed but they can tell from the turn of his lips that he’s holding back a laugh. “I guess I do hate most things. Not you though,” he presses a soft kiss to their lips, hand moving down playfully to squeeze their ass. The taste of cherry chapstick meeting their tongue as they nip at his bottom lip, pulling away to rest against his forehead. “And I guess Ash is okay.” They roll their eyes, pecking his lips again. “I guess I shouldn’t keep them waiting.” He shakes his head, pressing another quick kiss to their temple as they let go of him. “Okay, I’m going to go down now, if you wait five minutes then Ash won’t pick you up on camera and the Limp Legion won’t know you came up here.” “Smart thinking. Happy birthday, babe.”

They nod, heading to the door with a smile, “I’ll see you around?” “I’ll be hanging around, maybe even sneak back up here to see you.” (Y/n) hums, turning to look at him over their shoulder, “I’m gonna hold you to that.” “I never lie to you. Now, go see your partner before they send up your bitch ass brother.” He presses a quick kiss to their lips before softly pushing them out the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

It doesn’t take so much as a second to find Ash. They’re standing at the foot of the stairs, hair dyed a fresh fiery red that nearly matches the snap back resting on top of it. Camcorder trained up on the landing of the stairs, waiting to catch a glimpse of their partner. A cheesy smile resting on their mouth, face lit up with a flash of teeth. “Oh there they are! Hey birthday bitch!”

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By ten o’clock they’ve had their fill, slinking their way back up the stairs to their room. Ditching the bright LEDs Farkus had switched the downstairs lights into for the yellowed glow of their bedside lamp. Party clothes changing to pajamas. Now, they’re cross legged on their bed, legs lightly covered by the comforter with a “Young Justice” comic resting in their lap. It’s not silent, nowhere close, but it’s cozy and quiet enough. Sleep was hours off but if they were lucky someone would sneak up here to see them. Maybe catch up on those birthday kisses that were stolen from them.

A soft knock seems to answer their prayers. It’s timid, barely heard over the noise, but it’s there. This soft promise that someone noticed their disappearance from a party that was meant for them. (Y/n) lets the comic book fall to their nightstand, sliding out from under the covers to pad over to the door. They open it slightly, coming face to face with a camera. It’s nearly endearing, a smile forcing its way to their lips as they look into the lens.

“Hey, MTV, welcome to my crib.” It makes Ash giggle, the smaller of the two pushing into the bedroom with the camcorder trained on their partner. “Hey Angel, happy birthday.” They hum, taking in the way their partner’s soft smile holds a slight shine, fresh lip balm clearly applied to their pretty lips. “Happier one now that I get to have you to myself.” It earns them another giggle, Ash shaking their head, “You are so cheesy.” “Maybe,” they smirk, taking the camera and sitting it on their bed before letting their hands find Ash’s hips, “But that doesn’t make it less true.” Ash reaches up to grab their cheek, rising to their toes as they lean up, “No, I guess it doesn’t.”

Ash tastes like mint, they always do. Toothpaste, mouthwash, chewing gum, lip balm, everything about their kiss is minty. It’s grounding, taking their mind away from anything but this moment, hands slipping down their hips and to their thighs as (Y/n) takes a firmer grip on their partner. It’s a familiar song and dance, there’s no need for words as Ash slightly jumps, allowing their partner to pick them up. Legs coming to rest around (Y/n)’s waist as they turn them around, falling to sit on the bed with Ash resting on their lap. A hand comes to play with the hair at the nape of (Y/n)’s neck, another wrapping around their shoulders as Ash leans closer to their frame.

(Y/n) finally getting what they wanted for their birthday. A sense of closeness, the feeling of their partner’s needy hands on their skin. They’d prefer to have both of their partners but they’re past the point of thinking beggars can be choosers. Instead letting themself get lost in Ash’s touch. A hungry kiss seeming to fully captivate every inch of them, desperate as Ash presses themself ever closer, barely leaving room for their chests to rise and fall with breath. “I missed you, missed you so bad,” it’s coming out between kisses, words flowing on panted breaths as they tug on the hair at the nape of (Y/n)’s neck. They hum, letting their kisses move to Ash’s jaw, “Looks like someone smoked the weed that turns you into a sap instead of the weed that makes them cool, huh?” “Kissed the partner that turns me into a sap,” they’re pulling (Y/n) back up to their face by the neck, leaning back in for another kiss.

“I guess I found the real party, huh?” They jerk away from each other’s lips, both turning to the door with widened eyes. The fear relaxes as two sets of panicked eyes land on his face though. “Your boyfriend is here,” Ash is turning back to (Y/n) like it’s nothing, pressing needy kisses to the side of their face as a hand cups their jaw. “You are a man of your word, huh?” He nods, leaning back against the door, “I can leave if I’m interrupting you two though.”

Ash shakes their head, interrupting their path of kisses to throw him a look, “I can share if you can.” “Isn’t that what we do?” CJ gives them a shrug, pushing himself off the wall as he makes his way over to the bed. A hand comes out to grab the camcorder waiting on the bed, sliding off of (Y/n)’s lap to move it to the desk instead. “Oh shit,” they’re staring down at the screen, words coming out on an embarrassed little laugh. Bright blue eyes flicker up to the couple on the bed, CJ’s arm already comfortably around their partner’s waist. “We didn’t turn the camera off.” Pale cheeks nearly turn crimson as they turn it off, letting their prized possession settle on the desk.

“I want that one,” they’re wiggling their eyebrows at Ash, their poor lover’s blush making its way up to the tips of their ears at the comment. “Hey, at least they can’t argue that you didn’t give them any kisses on their birthday. You have proof. Maybe you should leave it on, remember that time they made me come back and kiss them goodbye a second time?” (Y/n) huffs, turning to their boyfriend as their partner lets out a timid giggle. “You didn’t kiss me goodbye.” “Babe, I assure you I did.” “You didn’t, you said bye to Ash and you left.”

“He totally did, Angel. You were stretched across my lap like a fucking house cat. Kissed you goodbye, gave me a fist bump and left my house.” “He just gave you a fist bump,” they’re pointing to Ash damn near accusingly as they speak. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say,” CJ’s rolling his eyes, tilting their chin towards him. “I do say.” He hums, rubbing a thumb over their bottom lip, “Tell me, are we splitting your birthday kisses or do we each owe you seventeen more each?”

“Ones from before don’t count, gotta be uninterrupted.” “Oh, since when is that the rule?” Ash is falling back on the bed beside them as they scoff, a hand falling onto their lover’s thigh. “I make the rules, it’s my birthday. And you both owe me nine kisses, chop chop.” Their words are punctuated by them snapping, this playful glint sparking through their eyes. It’s impossibly cute, dragging laughs out of both of their partners. Ash’s head falls to rest on their shoulder, their own shoulders shaking as CJ’s face comes to hide in their hair. Hot breath ghosting over their skin in quick puffs as they let out a whine. “You think you two are cute?” “You sure are,” CJ’s hands come to rest on their hips, squeezing them slightly, “So cute.”

The laughter carries on, making (Y/n) whine again as they grab onto Ash’s waist. “Stop laughing and kiss me!” “God, Ash, you hear how needy they are? How do we ever keep up?” “Oh, just absolutely desperate.” It’s playful and teasing, little kisses being peppered on their skin by two sets of lips just to taunt them.

“If you’re just going to be mean to me I’ll find someone else to do it. I’m sure Chris is still downstairs.” It’s an empty threat, and by all regards the three of them know that. But that doesn’t stop the way that Ash’s head snaps up, eyes lit up by a jealous rage that barely came out in them. A hand grips (Y/n)’s jaw, dragging their face closer to Ash’s. “You think that’s funny?” They don’t answer, eyes hopelessly devouring the pale pink lips in front of them. “I asked you a question,” their brows raise, watching their partners eyes rise back up to meet their blue ones like wounded prey. “You think either of us are willing to share with that asshole?” They shake their head the best they can in Ash’s -relatively gentle- grip.

“Use your words,” his breath is hot on the shell of their ear, hands roughly gripping on their hips. “No.” “Are you really that desperate?” They whimper, reaching out for Ash’s face, “So desperate.” “If you’re that desperate for them, then you better keep count. You lose track and we’ll stop kissing you and leave,” his words are punctuated with a nip at their earlobe.

It’s not like that earlier kiss, instead Ash’s lips find theirs with clumsy aggression. (Y/n) gets a mouthful of teeth, calloused hands running up over their chest as softer ones dip under the bottom hem of their shirt. It’s rough, this hot angry kiss that would surely leave their lips bruised. At least they’ll match the marks CJ’s set to leaving on their shoulder, skipping kissing it all together for little bites instead. Their tongue forced its way into (Y/n)’s mouth, hands gripping them tighter as they tug them closer.

“Let me get this straight,” they’re grumbling against (Y/n)’s lips, “Whose partner are you?” “Yours,” they’re whining into Ash’s mouth, “All yours, Ash.” It leads to CJ pulling them off of Ash’s lips by the neck, turning them to look at him over their shoulder, “Whose?” “Yours,” they’re panting, desperately trying to lean into him, “Both of yours, all yours. CJ, please.” And they’re swapping places, CJ kissing them like he’s starved as Ash sets to leaving hickeys on barely exposed collarbones. Their hand comes up, threading through CJ’s hair to hold him against their lips as they attempt to arch their chest closer to Ash’s. Losing track of whose hands are whose as they track all over them. Up over their chest, gripping their thighs, under the hem of their shirt. Like they’re laying claim on something that already belongs to them.

“All ours,” he’s pulling back, a hand sliding up to grab their chin, “How many?” “Two.” “Good, such a good listener. You want a turn?” “Gimme.” He turns their head back to Ash, moving his lips back to the marks he left before. Leaving gentle kisses over them as Ash pulls (Y/n) back to their lips. “All the time, desperate. Next time, just kiss us to shut us up.” They nod, cupping Ash’s face in their hands as they pull them closer.

The kisses fall back into the gentle rhythm they’d had before CJ came in. Needy hands pulling them this way and that between their two partners. Gentle kisses covering any exposed skin that could be reached, lips becoming sensitive, tasting like a muddled mixture of mint and cherry. Needy and adoring, soft whispers of “I love you” being passed around as Ash and CJ switch off, as if (Y/n) can’t say it enough. It’s dizzying. Turn them back and forth, body desperately trying to be in two places at once. Hands tousling hair and wrinkling clothes. Ash’s lips move on the junction of their jaw and neck, calloused hands resting under their shirt. CJ’s are taking claim over their lips, one hand gripping their hair and the other lazily on their chest.

They miss it as the door opens, too wrapped up in the moment to even think about the party downstairs. “Everything okay in there? Taking a long ass time to- Yo! Your slut ass is just in here trying to fuck?” The three teens jump away from each other like they were set on fire. Hands jerking away from hips and ribcages, as if he didn’t see them. As if Ash’s cherry red lips and the already forming hickeys on (Y/n) didn’t give them away. Or CJ’s mused up hair; as if all three of them aren’t panting, breathless messes.

“Watch your mouth.” They’re rising up from their spot between Ash and CJ. Their lovers’ hands falling from the lap haphazardly as they stand. “Seriously? I trust you with them and you’ve been fucking my sibling behind my back? Like some sorta fucking slutty coward?” “I’m telling you, fucking watch it.” He’s ignoring them though, turning his attention to CJ. “And I told your ass to stay the fuck out of my house. You want your ass beat? Because I already told you I’d beat your ass if you had your hands on them.”

“Farkus, shut the fuck up!” Their voice is raised, it’s possible the party goers can even hear them downstairs. He looks away from them for a moment, eyes scanning for something. “Not only are you fucking them behind my back, but you’re recording your little threesome bullshit? And I thought you were a slut when you were on your knees for me. Damn.” He’s reaching for it, Ash scrambling up as they realize. “No!”

As fast as he can move for the camera, (Y/n)’s grabbed his arm, nails digging into his wrist so hard they swear they can feel the surface tension of his skin pop. “Touch that camera and I swear to god, I’ll break your fucking nose.” He turns to them, and (Y/n) gets a clear glance at how hazy his eyes are. “Oh, so you’re the big whore, huh? Fucking my friends on camera? What would mom think?” It earns him a scoff, “Mom would think you’re a goddamn idiot, that camera is turned off.” “Oh at least something is.” He’s ripping his arm from their grasp, their grip leaving claw marks down his arm.

“Seriously, there’s no way my sloppy seconds are so good you’d wanna hide them. Nothing but a dumbass and a whore anyway.”

They hear their hand hit contact with his face before they realize they’ve ever reached up. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your ugly ass mouth?” Ash is scrambling to grab them, calloused fingertips slipping over the smooth skin of their wrist as they tug them back. Farkus has his hand raised, looking between (Y/n) and the now standing CJ like he’s debating if he wants to take them.

“You’re lucky you’re fucking tiny, it wouldn’t be fair if I hit you.” He’s storming out, footsteps coming off as loud pounding on the stairs as he descends. The music turns off, a shout that sounds like Farkus coming from downstairs before they faintly hear the front door slam.

“Well,” they shake off Ash’s grip, grabbing their camcorder as they turn back to their partners, “since there’s nothing to hide now, do you two wanna sleep over tonight?” The camera settles into their partner’s lap as (Y/n) crouches down in front of them. Hands gently coming out to cup Ash’s cheeks, “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” they let a hand come up to rest on top of (Y/n)’s the other softly resting on their camera. “He shouldn’t talk about you like that. Shouldn’t talk about anyone like that, but especially not you. I swear to god if he-“ “It’s okay,” Ash cuts them off, thumb rubbing over the back of their hand, “I can take it.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” CJ is crouched down in front of Ash too now, his hand resting softly on the small of (Y/n)’s back. “Yeah, well, not like I’ll have to deal with it for long. I’m surely kicked out the crew now.” “Oh no, you have to leave the Bizkit Brigade for the cool kids,” he’s shaking his head as he talks, a gentle smile lighting up his face. “The Bizkit Brigade?” Ash is giggling, pulling their legs up to their chest. “Is that what you two call my friends when I’m not around?” (Y/n) hums, “That or the Limp Legion.”

“You two are such assholes,” they’re smiling though, reaching their arms out to (Y/n) who gladly pulls them down to sit on their lap. The three of them taking up an insanely small amount of space on a sizable piece of the floor. “Your assholes.” “Yeah, yeah I guess so,” they lean down onto their partner’s shoulder, “You okay, CJ? He did threaten to fuck you up just then.”

“Farkus is all bark and no bite. He’s been threatening me since he found out I had a little crush on (Y/n) when we were fourteen.” It makes the mentioned party turn to him with a teasing smile, scrunching up their nose, “You had a crush on me? How embarrassing.”

“Yeah I did, you gonna go and tell your partners about it? Use me to get them riled up?” There’s a playful bite to his words, eyebrows raised as if trying to challenge them. “Yeah, I just might. They’re so hot when you get them jealous. Makes them better kissers.” It makes Ash slap their chest softly, a giggle coming from their lips, “Maybe CJ, but I’m a great kisser all the time.”

“Oh, they of so much faith. You wanna prove that?” “I might, pajamas first though,” they’re climbing off (Y/n)’s lap, offering a hand to CJ, “Come on, we’ll find you some too.” He looks down to his partner, watching them pull themself off the floor, “You’re sure your mom won’t mind us both staying?” They shake their head, softly grabbing Ash’s camera and flipping it on, “No, no mama won’t mind. She misses you.”

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HOLY SHIT IM SCREAM CRYING THAT CJ & ELI ONESHOT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD 💔💔💔💔 but I am back for another one! again, take your time, no rush at all!! quality over quantity 🫶

but can you possibly maybe do a oneshot where (they/them) reader gets high w cj for the first time at the y2k party and the world starts ending and they start tweaking out and have like a major anxiety attack which is caused by first time being high paranoia and the fact they broke their moral code? like the first time they do something bad, people are literally dying and they try sucking it up cause "omg wtf is this main character moment ew???" but cj is trying to comfort them and shit? sorry idk where I'm going w this

but I hope you're having an awesome day/night!!! thank you so much if you do this! :D

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Your unwavering love for CJ is honestly my favorite thing, I love to see it in my inbox, 🕯. It's always adored around here

"God, we’re high, babe, we’re going to jail.”  “It’s not the cops, it’s just Farkus.”

Moments that Would Kill You if you were Zooted - CJ Y2K

Title came from a letterbox review that tagged this movie "Movies that would kill you if you were zooted" because it's on the list of Y2K reviews that I think about daily

CJ x Reader

pronouns Used: They/them/theirs

Tropes: Pre-established relationship

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: It was supposed to be a silly thing they'd regret in the morning, something they did "just in case". The world wasn't actually supposed to end.

Warnings: smoking and shotgunning, swearing, that part of the movie where Ash stops CJ from letting a guy into the garage and the guy dies but it's the reader stopping him instead, CJ is taller than the reader, vomit mention

       He’s leaned against the kitchen counter pouring a drink when they find him arms slipping around his waist as they lean their head against his back. “Hey, you.” He leans back into their touch, a smile pulling across his lips, “Where have you been?” It’s followed by a hum, a brow raised despite the fact that he knows they can’t see him. 

   “I left to scope out a place,” They lean up on their toes slightly to press a kiss to his neck, “Found somewhere that we can be alone.” He turns around in their arms, taking a sip off of his drink as he looks down to his partner over the rim of his solo cup, “Trying to hide me, are you?” Their eyes blow wide for a moment, staring up at him as they frantically shake their head, “No, no! Not you just uh-” They reach into his pocket, pulling out his bic lighter and flicking it on in front of him, “Just don’t want witnesses when I try your hobby.” There’s a flush to their face, playful glint in their eye doing nothing to hide the way they shrink down in his gaze. His brow raises again, a hand coming up to push a strand of their hair away. “I thought you said that you would never smoke with me?” 

   It comes with a slight shrug, taking his hand as they toy with his fingers, “The world is meant to end tonight. I want to do something crazy.” “And splitting a joint is crazy?” “It is for me. Now are you going to smoke with me or not? Because I’m sure I could find someone else who’s willing to share.” They’re bucking up against him, eyes squinted as if daring him to say no. “No, no, I’ll do it. But when you start freaking out, don’t start crying to me.” They start pulling on his hand, dragging him towards the garage, “I’m not going to start freaking out, he of little faith.” 

   “Oh you so are, you freak out like, all the time.” “Okay?” (Y/n) turns around, pout painted across their lips, “Just because I freak out when I’m stressed doesn’t mean that I have to freak out when I’m stoned.” He spins them around, pulling them against him so that their back is flush to his chest, “I am so not letting you get stoned. You’ll get a buzz, maybe.” “Maybe?” They go to pout but he’s pressing a kiss against their temple, distracting them from any attempt at an attitude that they could have mustered. A hand comes out to grab the door handle in front of them, throwing it open for the two of them to slink into the otherwise unoccupied garage. 

   They make their way down the steps and onto the concrete in the center of the room, dropping down to sit cross legged on the floor as they laugh. “This is the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.” He quirks a brow, unlit joint waiting between his teeth, “You don’t have to, you know. I’m fine smoking alone.” (Y/n) shakes their head, reaching the lighter they took from CJ up towards him, “I wanna.” There’s this smile on his face, eyes sparkling with near pride as he plucks the bic from their waiting hand. “Well in that case, stand up for me,” the hand that isn’t holding his light reaches out to help them up. Their brows furrow, letting him pull them up from the ground and into his chest. “You want the first hit?” 

   The question makes their stomach turn, filling with nerves as they nod, “Yeah, yeah, get it out the way, right?” He nods, lighting the joint that still rests between his lips before grabbing their waist to hold them close. He takes a drag off it, his partner huffing at him. “You said that I could-” Before they can finish the sentence he’s pulling the joint away from his lips, the hand that was on their waist coming up to grab his lover’s jaw instead. They fall silent as CJ pulls their face closer to his. Lips hovering over theirs as he blows smoke into their mouth. (Y/n) breathes in, the smoke he’s blowing into their lungs burns, the sensation tracking down their throat as they try to hold in a cough. The attempt doesn’t work though, coughs spilling out of their burning throat as they look at him with watery eyes. 

   “That feels awful, why would you do that for fun?” There’s this adoring smile across his face, thumb brushing over their cheek as he takes his own hit, “It gets easier, doesn’t burn as much the more you do it.” (Y/n) frowns, watching him take another hit, a hand reaching up for the joint that rests between his fingers. “Well if it gets better, I get another go.” He shakes his head, softly handing them the smoke, “We’re not taking even hits. I’m not letting you get genuinely high for the first time in a place that you don’t know well.” “Yeah yeah, whatever you say, stingy.” 

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    Despite his claims and his best efforts at not letting his partner get high, (Y/n) is a giggly mess on the floor beside him. Their head laying in his lap while they attempt to explain to him why shape shifting would be the best power to have in an alien invasion. The most insane topic he thinks they could have ever come up with and yet somehow it seems fitting. His hand busies itself with scratching at their scalp in slow gentle movements. It’s grounding them in some way, their body dipping itself towards his touch. It’s cozy,  he’s sure that they missed the countdown, it had to already be the year 2000, but he can’t find it in him to care. Not with the hazy and adoring way that they’re staring up at him from his lap. A hand resting on their chest with his clutched tight in their grasp. It’s too good, too perfect for him to want anything else. It’s going to get cut short though, it seems their gentle points like this always do. 

   This time it comes in the form of intense knocking on the door, a voice barely making it through the wood. “Open up the mother fucking door!” Each word is punctuated with bang of the person’s fist and the sound makes (Y/n)’s eyes blow wide. Jumping up from his lap as they turn to the door with panicked breaths. “Is that the fucking cops? Did the party get busted? God, we’re high, babe, we’re going to jail.” He scoffs, shaking his head at them as he makes his way to the door, “It’s not the cops, it’s just Farkus.” The boy comes stumbling in, Ash bucking up at CJ as they stumble in behind their friend. 

   Then oddly enough, it’s those loners, Eli and Daniel, they think? And one of the popular girls, Laura, rounding out the group as they slam the door back closed. “Fuck,” they’re mumbling looking between the group as they get up to run to CJ’s chest. He takes them back into his arms, letting them nuzzle against his collarbone. “I don’t want to deal with people right now.” He nods, running a hand up and down their back, “I know, I know.” He looks up from where he’s staring at them to look over the disheveled crew that stands before him, “So, what the fuck happend to you guys?” “Computers started fucking,” Ash flails their hands around for a minute, “I don’t fucking know dude, computers are fucking killing people or some shit.”

     It becomes this muddled explanation, something that feels like too many voices to follow until CJ speaks up from his place holding them. “But they predicted it. They knew it was coming, what gives?” “Do I have to spell it out for you man? President blowjob, he planned it all.” Each new call from different sides of the room has their heart racing. (Y/n) does their best to keep their breathing even from their place in CJ’s arms but it feels like their heart is beating in their ears. CJ seems to notice, squeezing them tighter against him as Eli and Farkus argue about God only knows what but it’s not enough. How could anything as simple as someone holding them be enough when there’s people in that house who are never going to be held again? 

   The end of the world was supposed to be a fucking joke, it wasn’t meant to be anything. This should have been something silly that they did with the joke of it being the end of the world, they should be dragging CJ back to their empty house right now. Not standing in a room of people that (Y/n) can’t stand as they try to keep themself from getting sick. This isn’t about them, none of it is, now could it be. But the need to vomit feels like it’s pooling in their stomach, just waiting for the okay to spill their guts. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this was not supposed to happen. 

    Above them, the tracks of the garage door fight to come to life, drywall crumbling from the ceiling which CJ barely pulls them away from. “God we’re so fucked!” He doesn’t mean to let it come out, apologizing at the terrified look his partner gives him as Ash scoffs about his reaction. It seems to lead them into another argument, though (Y/n) can’t quite follow how. Not that anything happening in the room can matter to them as a banging comes from the door again. A guy yelling on the other side about how fucked he and whoever is with him are as the computers approach him. CJ goes to approach the door, but Ash steps in the way as (Y/n) grabs his waist and teethers him to the spot. Effectively stopping him from being able to go to the door as the banging halts. 

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺   It’s this numbing blow, as the yelling for it to stop ends and it sets into the room that the boy, whichever one of their classmates it was, had died. The buzz in their brain somehow even allows (Y/n) to make it out of the garage and into the woods before they break down, but as CJ sits them down on the swing beside Ash, the thought of what happens sets in, making their mouth taste like bile.   “We fucking killed that guy. We fucking,” they shake their head, hands coming up to grip their hair, “We fucking killed that guy when we wouldn’t open the door. We killed that guy and we’re all going to fucking die. And fuck I’m going to be sick.” Ash turns to stare at them as CJ drops to his knees beside them, rubbing their back as he quietly tells them that things will be alright and they didn’t do anything wrong. Ash watches silently, unsure of how to help but glad to fade into the shadows as the dry heaving starts. They would’ve let the couple be, they’re not their business anyway, but then they hear it. (Y/n) rambling off insane ways they could die, or how they could get charged for that guy’s death if they don’t die just to get cut off by CJ shaking his head, “See, I knew you would get paranoid.” It’s this hitting blow, finally understanding the way that the other person had been acting all night. “Shit dude, are they greening out?” “No no, just, their first time. I’ve got them.” He’s nearly glaring at Ash, this protective energy taking over the duo and Ash scoffs, “Yeah, I’m sure you do. But I’mma help you out, okay? I don’t need them jinxing us with their collection of violent thoughts they’re telling you about over there.”

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I love writing fanfiction because I either do shit for the giggles or end up knee deep in research. Why am I researching the history of Nu-Metal so my MC can have it as a special interest to annoy CJ? It's not that deep, and yet here I am.

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I loveeeeee writing preestablished relationships.

Working on two separate y2k fics and both have the relationship pre established, it’s so fun.

Yes, CJ can just rest his chin on their shoulder whenever he wants!! That’s his baby!

Yes, Ash can just nuzzle into her neck because they’re upset, she’s their’s to snuggle up too!

I <3 being able to write affection without having to justify it as flirting. They’re just in love, that’s the reasoning (I <3 fluff scenes)

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Only Happy when it Rains - Laura (Y2K)

Guys this movie was so good it actually changed my life

Laura (Y2K) x GN! Reader

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December 14, 1999

“We can rent Death Becomes Her! I can show you what I’ve been working on with the basketball site- its totally cool-“

You listened to the brunette in front of you ramble on about all the things you guys could do over winter break, ignoring the ever present pit in your stomach that comes along with being her friend.

To call Laura your best friend would be an understatement, you guys had been practically attatched at the hip since you met. And to say you liked her would also be an understatement, you were practically in love with her. You knew nothing could ever happen though, she’s your best friend.

“-And NYE is gonna a total shit show, but I was thinking we could go to this party together? I know it’s not really your thing but I want you there.”

“Sounds like fun!” You agreed, not really paying much attention to what she was saying before she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“So, wanna sleepover tonight?” She asked as she pulled back, looking over you with her big eyes.

“Sure! my place or yours?” You asked, excitedly

“My place for sure, See ya!” Laura smiled big before thrning and heading to class with a little wave.

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“Dude, I don’t know why you don’t just tell her, she acts like you put the sun in the sky”

You look at the barely legible handwriting on the note your friend, Ash had passed you. Ash was the only other person who knew about the way you felt about Laura. She always somewhat encouraged you, despite her negative opinions of Laura. You pass the note back to Ash and shrugged, earning an eyeroll from her.

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Laura’s room was always comfortable. Between the posters for new devices coming out, the pastel pink of the walls, and the wirring of the computer in the corner. It always smelled like her.

“So check this out,” She motioned for you to join her. “Now, click the basketball in the bottom left corner.”

You let a chuckle escape your throat as you saw the game appear on screen. You turned to her, getting slightly lost in the way her face lit up, so proud of what she’d done.

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That night you guys were spread out on her couch as the TV set whistled out the movie, but that was not what you were paying attention to.

You were pulled from any coherent thoughts as Laura laid her head on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you into a hug. You hesitated putting your arms around her, but you did and laid back. You breathed her in, she always smelled the same.

You lightly stroked her hair, admiring her face as she looked up at you.

Fuck

You really wanted to kiss her.

You felt a warm hand against the side of your face, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Is this okay?” Laura asked, almost as if she could read your mind.

You nod and she leans in, pressing her lips to yours softly. She tasted like strawberry lip smacker. She pulled away and you almost immediately missed her touch.

“I like you.” you broke the silence

“I know” She replied, giggling slightly and playing with your hair.

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