#Mid90s x reader
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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago
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FOURTHGRADE ; dating hcs
warnings ; language, talk of substances, talk of like makeout stuff (not in great detail or anything but yk)
genre ; fluff
requested by ; @th0tblckgrl
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guys, he isn't dumb, he just lacks common sense I swear
he excells in tech classes and art stuff
math and science will be his downfall (real tbh)
always films you doing tricks and shit
has a whole vhs worth of film of raw, unedited footage of you two skating together (mostly you) and stupid cute shit he's caught on camera
he titles it "y/n/n <3" with a red sharpie too.
dyeing his hair w him
he never switches out that bleach & pink istg
it makes for good hangouts and stuff tho
you watch his gecko for hours while he's doing homework and shit
she's just so adorable omg
he likes you on top when you're making out and shit
he loves being straddled and being able to hold you by the waist and shit
he's not super clingy or anything but he loves his hand holding and cuddles
he has acne, and if you do too, oh my lord match made in heaven
he loves tracing your scars with his infamous red sharpie and it stains your face for almost a day lmao
he likes picking at your bacne just through impulsive thoughts
"ow! Jesus christ!"
"sorry! it was ready to pop, I swear"
dude Ray loves you two together sm
he's your biggest shipper <3
fuckshit constantly teases you two
I personally hc that fourthgrade is asexual so here's context for the next one
since he's ase (and even if you are two! me too twin) you guys don't take it all that sexual, and gets a little icked when the guys make jokes about you two fucking sometimes
most the time he laughs it off but other days he's just eughhh
and you instantly turn to whoever made the joke and silently shake your head and do the 'you're dead sign' with a respectful face iykwim
he likes staring in your eyes sometimes and getting lost in them
when he's writing movie scripts for fun, he uses you as a faceclaim (along with the other boys tbh) for whatever lead there is or the leads love intrest/best friend. everytime without fail
basically just fanfiction about you two
again like fuckshit, friendship before relationship
matching belts or band shirts
if you also dye your hair fun colors, he dyes it for you
movie nights every night I swear
getting high with him in the dead of night on a friday/saturday night >>>>
hugging him from behind too 💔💔💔
I'm not like trying to infantilize him, he's just a softie for u
stealing shopping carts and bringing them back to skate locations is just a tradition
a lot of times Ray and Fuckshit are busy and they leave ruben and stevie with you so you guys are basically a little family doing fun shit
skating around town, going to the public pool, chilling inside gas stations, renting movies, trauma dumping etc
you're literally just ruben and stevies parents
the ultimate comedy group too 💀
shit, you, fourth, fuckshit and ray are actually way too funny when you're super drunk/high at parties
like you'll be in your own corner watching over ruben and stevie playing uno and start talking about testicul bombs and radioactive cum??? (based on a true story)
alr that's all I got I hope u enjoyed LOL
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deathmetalangel · 1 year ago
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hi if your taking requests I’d like to request a mid 90s forth-grade x fem skater reader. I could be whatever tbh but she’s like really soft and nice. Idk you could do what ever you think is best <33
IN CHAINS, ENTOMBED (FOURTH GRADE X FEM!READER)
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warnings: stevie has mommy issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, sad stevie, nothing else really it’s mostly fluff
“from the day you arrived, i’ve remained, by your side, in chains, entombed”
ahhh i just really love fourth grade. i might’ve went overboard a slight bit.
Their friend group was strange, anyone could see that. They varied in ages, most being juniors and seniors with two exceptions. And they drastically varied in personalities. Ray was the oldest and looked out for his friends like siblings, they were all he had. Fuckshit was rowdy and always down for a party to distract himself and stay entertained. Fourth Grade was more aloof, the others called it stupid, but Y/n preferred observant.
Y/n herself was the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, a heart made of gold that shone brightly wherever she went. Ruben was almost condescending at times, he always felt the need to prove himself to Ray and Fuckshit. And Stevie, he spiraled down a dark path for a long time. Until now, he finally returned to the sweet boy they met at first. So eager and just happy to have friends.
They had their squabbles sure, but nothing they’d ever let separate them. The closest out of everyone was easily Y/n and Fourth Grade. She was a senior, about a year older than he was. Yet they’d known each other for years. She’d lived on the nicer side of town, but their dads had been really good friends. Both worked at the DMV, but it’s where their moms worked that changed their living situations. Mrs. L/n was, to be quite honest a spoilt brat of a woman. She was heinous and cruel. Only supported by her husband and her trust fund. Which she spent most of pretty quickly during her college years. But it still kept the family going strong.
Y/n had a surprisingly good work ethic. She didn’t work at Motor like Fuckshit and Ray, but she did work with her uncle at his mechanic shop. It helps to fund her “passion project”. Which is just an old 67’ Mustang Shelby.
Said girl currently sits on the couch in the back of the skate shop, her feet propped up on Fourth Grade’s lap with a book placed in hers. Her beanie is slightly slipping from her head, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “College applications are stupid. They’re all the counselors at school talk about now. I get that they’re important, but I don’t even know If I wanna go to college.” She sighs before shutting the textbook.
Fourth Grade turns to look at her, his usual far off look replaced. She always has his full attention. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about. He’s gonna listen if she’s the one saying it. “I dunno. You’re smart. College might be good.” Ruben looks at them from the other couch. He was more interested in them than what Fuckshit was rambling about next to him. He liked the way Fourth Grade looked at her. It was, for lack of better words, full of devotion. He never sees that at home.
“Yeah, but where would I even go? All of these colleges are expensive and far away. I wouldn’t wanna leave you or the guys.” Mostly him. “I think I wanna be a mechanic. Sounds stupid huh?” She brushes off her own words.
Fourth Grade shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s stupid.” He mumbles off handedly. Like his words held no weight, what did they mean coming from someone as dumb as him? “I’ve seen your car, you’re good. You should do it.”
Yet his words meant the most to her. “You want to be a director right? You can go to college for that you know. A few colleges with fine arts programs reached out to me too. I think you’d do good.” He never really expected her to remember anything about what he wanted to do. Most of the guys assumed he just didn’t know or was too stupid to care. He pauses, they both think about the cost of it all. “I mean there’s scholarships and stuff. Next year I can help you look into it?”
“You’d do that?”
“Of course.”
She smiles at him, sweet and genuine. Ruben liked the way she looked at him too. There was no doubt with her, she loved him. Fourth Grade feels himself growing flustered. Y/n tended to do that to him. It was like he was in middle school all over again. She was the one who taught him how to skate. Y/n was so patient and understanding, she still is.
Everyone’s attention is caught by the bell to the front door. It chimes letting them know someone is walking in. The someone was Stevie, the only one missing from the current hang out besides Ray who was helping his mom. He’s a mamas boy, but y/n won’t tell anyone where he’s at. The guys tend to tease. Stevie walks in the shop clearly aggravated. She hadn’t seen him this agitated since last summer.
“Hey Fuckshit can you and Ruben go get some Arizonas and snacks? It’s on me just take this twenty. I don’t feel like going.” She holds out the cash she grabbed from her pocket.
Fuckshit looks up at her and takes the cash. “Hm yeah sure. Only cause you treating ma. I’ll get some different flavors n shit. Come on Ruben let’s bounce.” He clearly didn’t see her true intentions as he walks past Stevie on his way out. Y/n sits up straight as Stevie finally comes over to them on the couch.
“Hey Stevie you okay? It’s just us,” He knew what she meant. Just her and Fourth Grade so he could say whatever he wanted judgment free. He bites down on his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose twitches, she picks up on his tells. Y/n places a gentle hand on Stevie’s arm. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just sit down, we can talk when you’re ready.”
Fourth Grade watches her tentatively. She was so gentle. Stevie sits down in between the teens before he places his head onto her lap. Y/n looks at Fourth Grade who was watching Stevie carefully. The boy had been through a lot in the time they were friends. He’d grown to care about him a lot. Y/n softly caresses the boys hair. Her best attempt at soothing him.
“My mom she just doesn’t get it anymore. She doesn’t get me anymore. She’s always with some guy, Ian says she used to be like that before I was born. But I thought she’d be better. She’s so preoccupied I never see her. And then she just bugs about stupid shit. I hate her sometimes.” He vents to the pair who don’t pity him, they are just there to console him.
Y/n sighs. “I get it. My moms flighty. Always in her own world. I’ve met your mom, and both times weren’t exactly pleasant or under great circumstances. But, I do think she cares. She loves you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel this way. She isn’t right to put more focus on someone other than you especially when you’re so young. However, she is still entitled to a love life Stevie.” He liked talking to her. She never judged him. Or scolded him. Just let him talk, and would advise him as best she could.
Y/n looks at Fourth Grade, her eyes flicking down to Stevie as if to tell him to say something. He can get that hint at least. “It’s hard for a mom to have a son. My moms weird with me sometimes, it’s different than her having a girl. Ya know? She’s probably just nervous because you’re getting big and growing up.” She smiles at him, his thoughtful answer was more than adequate. He blushes at her smile. She always did encourage him to be smarter than everyone thought he was.
“You and y/n aren’t weird with me. So why is she?” Y/n blushes slightly at the implications of what he was saying. “Y/n you don’t ignore me for Fourth Grade. And you’ve been like in love forever. So why does she ignore me for those guys she’s known for a few months?” Both teens almost were too embarrassed to answer.
Y/n tries to recover as best she can. “We’re a lot closer in age to you than she is Stevie. We know what it’s like to be your age. She doesn’t remember it quite as well. And me and Fourth Grade, we’re not- um. New relationships take more work. There’s a lot more of getting to know each other Stevie. That’s probably why.” She can’t even make eye contact with Fourth Grade who kind of just sits there trying to figure out what she’s saying.
They weren’t dating, but why didn’t she finish her sentence. Was he reading too much into her words? “Can I stay at your house tonight? And maybe Fourth Grade stay over too?”
Y/n smiles softly. She could never say no to Stevie. She gently wipes away a few stray tears from the boys face before responding. “Of course you can stay with me. I’d rather you stay over than be god knows where. And you’d have to ask Fourth Grade if he wants to have a little sleepover.”
Stevie looks up towards Fourth Grade who’s caught slightly off guard. “Can you come too? I like when you’re hanging out with us.”
“Sure kid.” They were really the only ones who actually treated Stevie like a kid. He wasn’t Sunburn the cool skater, he was Stevie the twelve year old. They didn’t infantilize him or belittle him, he was still an equal. But they made sure to remember he was still growing up. He didn’t have to be cool and drink or smoke. He was dorky and that was fine.
Stevie smiles before laying down on Y/n’s lap again. Her fingers gently play with his hair as he starts to fall asleep. Y/n hums a soft lullaby as he does. “He’s a good kid. It’s funny you act more like a mom than a friend to him sometimes.” Fourth Grade whispers while he watches the boy nap.
“I guess it’s just my big sister instincts. And what about you? I swear sometimes he comes to you with his problems more than me or Ray. Fourth Grade I like this girl what do I do? Fourth Grade I need help with a video project for school. Fourth Grade I’m mad at my friend again.” She laughs softly before looking back down at Stevie.
Fourth Grade laughs as well. He did often get tasked with helping Stevie, it was mostly with stuff he didn’t want to ask Y/n about. He cared a lot about what she thought of him. “He’s a bit confused, but he’s only got his mom and his brother. And his brother doesn’t seem like the brotherly type. We’re really the closest he’s got to older siblings. And only three of us are decent influences.” Fuckshit and Ruben were most definitely not good influences. In fact Y/n almost has a heart attack when she finds out Stevie is hanging out with only them.
“You parent him a lot Y/n. And you always manage to get me roped into it.” Fourth Grade chuckles softly. “No wonder he thinks we’re dating.” He mumbles the end. Afraid of the weight of his words.
Y/n pauses. “I mean, we do kind of act coupley. I wouldn’t be surprised if more people thought we were dating. I don’t really care. I’m comfortable around you.” This was her way of putting the ball in his court. Fourth Grade pauses. He looks at her and just thinks. Jesus she had him whipped. Ever since he met her he’s been following her around like a puppy.
Yet, he really didn’t want it any other way. He liked being around her. Y/n was kind, but not ignorant in the slightest. She was intelligent and so fucking sweet. He fell more in love with her little by little, he was entombed by her very being. “You scare off any girls I might get, you know that right?”
She giggles. He wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t lying either. “Like you don’t scare off guys. ‘Don’t talk to her she’s with that tall lanky guy’. I hear pretty well you know.” Fourth Grade smiles.
“I mean if we’re ruining each others chances of ever dating someone, why don’t we just actually date?” Her eyes widen. She hadn’t actually expected him to be so up front. Fourth Grade never said anything this forward. He usually stuttered and rethought his words mid sentence.
She looks into his eyes. She could tell he was being genuine, perhaps that was what compelled his bluntness. “Are you asking me out Fourth Grade?”
He scratches the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “Uh-yeah. I mean. If you wanna.” And there was the Fourth Grade she knew. Y/n smiles before gently kissing his cheek.
“I’d love to.” She smiles before placing her head on his shoulder. Leaning onto him while Stevie napped comfortably in her lap. “I love you, you know. I have since we were kids.”
His face was almost bright red. Fourth Grade swallows hard. “Y-yeah? If I’m being honest you’ve had me since we met. Especially after you taught me to Ollie.”
She smiles at the memory. “I don’t think Fuckshit is coming back with my money.”
Fourth Grade wants to laugh, he quiets himself into a soft chuckle. “Yeah. I don’t think so either. It’s okay though. We can just relax. Just us.”
Y/n mumbles something before slowly dozing off with her head still resting on his shoulder. Fourth Grade looks down at her, still in awe of the girl before him. He’d do anything for her. And he knew she’d do the same. That’s just how she was, the kind of person she was. The person he was so irreparably in love with. And by her side he’d remain.
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ares--athena · 8 months ago
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Fuckshit x black fem! Reader
Summary: headcanons for dating fuckshit from mid90s
A/n : if nobody else will write for this movie ig i will
A late birthday self indulgence my birthday was a month ago 02/18 so enjoy!
You would meet because his parents want him to get higher grades and no else would do it
Fuckshit is not the kind of guy your parents want you to be with
The type to teach you to do tricks on his skateboard
You would definitely have to get along with the rest of his crew but Ray especially for this relationship to work
If you do know how to skateboard that would be something you both bond over
Definitely the type to help you with your hair and all styles too, box braids, locs, afro, or just curl depending on your hair type
Would definitely get along with older cousins and siblings especially if they're chill like he is
If you want your younger siblings and cousins or family members in general to have a good role model; it's not him.
Sometimes he has rough patches where you have to help him with his work, when he just only wants skate.
If you cook or bake he's your number one fan
anything you make pasta, burgers, cookies, cakes, literally anything this man will eat it and 9/10 will enjoy it.
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fuckshitslover · 2 years ago
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shook up - fuckshit
you woke up, alarmed as you heard the ringing of your clock, about to lean forward, you put your hand on the linen, expecting to feel the soft quilt. instead, you felt something out of the ordinary. soft, hard flesh of someone's arm.
you quickly turned your head, to see an all too familiar face laying next to you, fuckshit. (or andre , as his family calls him). you two were best friends, so seeing him in your bed wasnt too unusual.
but you were naked.
and so was he.
that was what was out of the ordinary. you were confused, and apparently, he was too. you saw him start stirring in his sleep and out of habit, pulled up the quilt over your bare chest, although you didnt feel that there was really a point in that. he sputters something and then rubs his eyes, opening them to a very confused face, his best friend, you.
he wasn't nearly as shocked as you were, until he realised he had no clothes on, and neither did you. he was taken aback, trying to form a sentence but the confusion added to his regular amount of grammar skills gave him no luck.
you felt a pounding headache, signifying that you two had been drinking that night.
his thoughts, obviously moving slower that yours caused him to blurt out "do you think we fucked?" straight to the point i guess.
"looks like it"
"fuck... shiiiiiit. thats something new".
he was still obviously too fucked out to realise what this meant, it had pretty much put a ripple in the time space continuum! even if he didn't yet, you knew that you guys could never be the same again, even if you tried you would always have this moment playing in the back of your mind. suddenly, you heard rapid knocking on your door and fuckshit turned around as he knew you were going to get up.
you reached into your wardrobe and pulled out a robe and ran to the door. you heard fuckshit scrambling to get his clothes (that were sprawled out on the floor) and you opened the door.
you were met with a camera clad fourthgrade, ray next to him with a thirteen year old behind him.
i wonder where ruben is?
they invited themselves into your home as the kid stayed with ray in the living room, fourthgrade ran to you room, appearing to be filming for this weird school project he was doing.
he opened the door with a swift 'aha' and ran over to what sounded like fuckshit cursing him out.
might make a part 2, might not. tell me if you want one.
also i have a hc that fuckshit's name is actually andre fischer.
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sleepingnova · 9 months ago
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Resiliency
Pairing: Ray x fem! black! reader
Summary: it's the summer of 1996, and Los Angeles is all the rage. Living life and maybe, you'll have some friends to enjoy the ride of life with.
I have such a brainrot for this movie omg I love this movie, it's so good. I actually wanna get back into writing fr, so send asks guys !!
As always, likes and reblog are appreciated, mwah mwah mwah <3
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Working at the local corner store, it's always some sort of racket outside. Loud chattering every day. Yelling and screaming from the store manager for whoever's outside to get away.
“man come on, we ain't even doing nothing for real! we just chillin’!” someone's voice rings out from outside, followed by the store manager. Rolling your eyes, you walk out, seeing your manager walking away and down the street.
“fuck. shit, what the fuck is his problem?” a curly haired boy rings out, drinking from what looked like a jug of water.
“sorry about him. he's just not used to a bunch of noise everyday. neither am I, to be honest.” your voice rings out, honey sweet and kind.
“damn, you kinda fine. you wanna see sumn?” the same boy rings out, his eyes hooded.
“fuckshit, shut up. damn. you'll have to excuse my friend here.” a black boy politely says, looking you up and down respectfully.
“wow, you are really pretty. I— woah!” a younger boy says, tripping over your skateboard. you act quick, catching him and helping him back up.
“Be careful sunburn. who the hell puts a random skateboard in the middle of the sidewalk anyway, right? I mean, just dumb,” the dark-skinned boy looks at you, a little dazed at your beauty. “ray. I-I’m Ray, nice to meet you.”
You smile, as a car comes up to you, catcalling you, telling you to ‘bring that ass here’.
“Yo, you know that fool?” Ray looks back and forth from you and the car.
“Yeah, he's my ex boyfriend. Won't leave me alone.” You smile at him, the car getting closer, the profanities getting more and more grotesque. “guess I should get going. I'll, uh.. see you around, Ray, right?” You pick up the skateboard, starting to walk as you walk away.
“Yeah. Wait, yo, what's ya name?” Ray yells down the sidewalk as you start to run, hopping on your skateboard in the distance.
“It’s whateva you want it to be, baby!” You yell back, turning the corner to get away from the car that's gaining on you. You run, running until it starts to hurt, seeing your house in sight. Going in your house, you watch at your window for the car to drive past, sighing as it finally does.
Over the next few days, your boyfriend— or well, ex, has been tannin’ your hide. It's up whenever he sees you outside. You've been getting a few hits in, but you're a heavy hitter, so he looks worse than you. Running from your ex again, you run into the skateboard shop, not expecting to see Ray.
“Yo, ain't that the chick from the other day? The one that had Ray all blushin’?” A kid asks, apparently called Ruben, followed by a ‘black people can blush?’ by someone, who they all seem to call “fourth grade”. You and Ray exchange a glance, but even though you're out of breath, you defo have time to pull a ‘is this nigga serious?’ look at him, before putting your hands on your knees, panting, your face flushed from the heat outside.
“Yo, you breathing like you just got fucked, calm down.” Ruben laughs, lighting a cigarette.
“Shut up, Ruben. Hey, you okay? I still ain't got your name from the other day.” Ray jokes, helping you over to the couch.
You wheeze, taking your jacket off, wincing as dark bruises and scars paint against your brown skin.
“Need you to hide me.. please. My ex— he's..he's coming and he's gonna beat my ass.” You pant, Ray nodding, looking at everyone else. Just as he starts to speak, your ex comes busting through the door. Ray and fuckshit block him, taunting him as he stares you down. They eventually get him away and out of the store, leaving you a mess.
“That was dope as hell, not gonna lie. You was all starin’ him down like ‘yeah, nigga I got the juice now. what's up?’ even though you look really bad.” fuckshit comments, Ray looking at you with concern.
“He did all that? Yo, he's a pussy, man, beating on a woman like that,” Ray tilts his head, pointing up and down. “ay, you finna roll with us from now on.”
“You got bitched. Why you ain't fight back?” Ruben laughs, sunburn and fourth grade looking at him with a side eye.
“Shut up, Ruben. You suck, nigga. Real shit, are you okay? Come on, go into the bathroom, you bleeding through your shirt.” Ray helps you up and into the bathroom.
Closing the door, you're pressed against the sink as Ray tries his best to help you.
“Where're you from, again? Remember you said we was too loud. Y'know, cause you aren't used to all the noise where you're from,” Ray asks, his hands around your hips, trying to lift you. “sorry, where are my manners? can I? need you to jump, so you can sit on the sink.” He asks, you mumbling a ‘mhm.’ before lifting you onto the sink, his hand lifting up your shirt to see your whole stomach area covered in blood and sweat.
“m from the east side.” you mumble, blushing from being so close to him.
As he finishes cleaning as best he can and putting a bandage on your stomach, he helps you down with a smile.
After a while, after adopting the name ‘babydoll’ or doll or sweets, or honey, and after fighting with your parents so much about the friends you hang with and finally getting your ex to leave you alone, it brings you to here— waking up in the hospital bed, after apparently being asleep for 3 and a half days from the accident, extremely drowsy as Ray and the others come in your room, Stevie sitting on your bed, facing you.
“Hey, sunny baby, thought you couldn't be out the bed?” you slur, still on all of the painkillers.
“Convinced them to let me out my room.” Stevie shrugs, drinking a carton of orange juice.
“How you feeling?” Ray grabs at your file, looking over all your injuries as you groan, collective gasps and ‘damn’s come out of everyone's mouth.
“Everything hurts. All the bruises n stuff don't help neither.” You groan, not moving.
“One thing's for sure; you're resilient. I like that about you. Get some rest. I'll be here, babydoll,” Ray hugs you, kissing your cheek, followed by all of them snuggling up next to you. “we all will. for real.”
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sxtapee · 8 months ago
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I saw that you wrote for Ruben from Mid90s.
Could I please request some general dating headcanons with Ruben? And if you could make the reader a skateboarder too that’d be pretty rad.
Thanks so much! <333
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thanks for requesting!! hope you like it
𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐂’𝐒
- always acting tough around his friends
- but when its just you two he’s such a softie
- not the biggest fan of pda tbh
- you guys always skate together
- like late at night
- gives you his hoodies all the time
- you help each other with tricks
- and like listen to music together
- while smoking and just vibing
- you guys always skate to a shop late at night
- and like just go back to your place to smoke and cuddle
- you guys always have the deepest conversations at like midnight
- both of you would hold each other while talking about your problems
- one time he just started crying and you just held him
- while reassuring you’ll get him out of his house and get him away from the abuse
- omg i love him sm
- anyway
- always hyping each other up when the other lands a cool trick
- he always shares his cigs with you
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xelmokidx · 10 months ago
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Mid90’s x gn or fem!reader / slight Fuckshit x gn!reader
Reader wanted a nickname, so the boys tried to come up with one. It sucked + readers' first time meeting the boys. 
Warnings!!: two mentions of fem pronouns sorta. Just fluff:D
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Spike Psyche. That's my nickname. Out of all the things my friends could have nick-named me. Spike Psyche. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say, appalled. Fuckshit nods, swigging back his Coke. 
“Yup.” he replies as Sunburn (aka stevie) giggles at the name.“Why?” I exclaim in disbelief. 
Ray chuckles at the nickname before muttering
 “Thats fucked up” Fuckshit opens his stupid mouth again. “Because all you talk about Is chopping off our heads and putting them on spikes, and how you want to kill yourself after every minor inconvenience.” I gasp, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. “I do not!”
Ruben shakes his head. “Yes, you do.”
FourthGrade chuckles behind his camera and I glare at him. He sinks down into the couch. “I do not talk about killing myself that much guys, if anything Ruben does more than me!” Ruben whips his head around to look at me. “Man, fuck you” He starts “I do not talk about that depressed shit.” I shake my head. “Y’all are trippin’” I look around the shop and see some customers listening in on our conversation. “I will not let yall call me that dumbass name, I like Y/N so much better”
Fourth grade finally chimes in. “But last week you said you hated your basic name and you wanted a nickname.” Bless his innocent soul. “Well I take it back, i am not answering to ‘Spike Psyche’” I sink into the couch with a pout. “Well fine ma, we’ll find you a “good nickname” Fuckshit reasons. I nod. We sit in silence as Ray gets up to help the customer. I look around the shop. 
New posters of artists I like are on the walls. Fuckshit insisted on making the space mine as well as theirs. All I heard was ‘we need new decorations and you have good taste in music’ I didn't really mind though. I've always wanted to add my own little spice into the skate shop ever since I first stepped foot in it. I think back a couple years. 
I was 13. I wanted a new board for my birthday. So, my dad took me to the nearest shop. Four boys sat on a couch near a wall, watching MTV on their small TV. The tall one noticed us first. He nudged the golden haired boy to his left, who then looked up at me. “Oh shit” he muttered under his breath. My dad frowned. I guess he caught that. “Hey, welcome to Motorz, how can I help y'all today?” he asked, clearly trying to impress my dad (on account of my dads business attire). 
My dad spoke for me while I hid behind him in fear. I was never good with new people. Especially ones I found cool. 
As my dad pressed questions like ‘How old even are you?’ and ‘fuckshits your name?’ I only found the kid cooler. How did you even wind up with a name like Fuckshit? 
Soon enough, my own personal skateboard was in my hands, and my dad was dragging me out of the shop despite my wanting to stay. As I looked behind me to the boys, and the supposed fuckshit was waving to me out the door. With my other free hand I waved back. He smiled a soft smile, and then walked back into the shop yelling “that chick was hot!” I smiled to myself the whole way home. I went back to the shop after school one day to see fuckshit again, and just stayed there for three years. My dad warmed up to fuckshit eventually, but still has some grudges against him. 
And I'm still in love with the stupid kid, even though he gets on my nerves almost every day.
 I look at fuckshit now. His hair is longer, yet less taken care of and frizzy. He has more scars from skateboarding. And his eyes look even more green against his tan olive skin. Suddenly, he speaks. “I got it!” I roll my eyes and mutter “what is it?” He smirks and walks over to me slightly slotting his legs between mine. “Your new nickname is Stalker, because you're always staring at me” The boys erupt in laughter. I gasp “fuck you” 
“You wish ma,” 
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michelleinterrupted · 2 years ago
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hi um requests are closed for rn, ima work on the stuff in my inbox and drafts and it's kinda alot and I'm slightly overwhelmed :,) . but once all of that is published I have some ideas for some fics hehe so i might make a poll and yall can vote on which one you'd prefer. but long story short; requests are closed till I clear out my inbox + drafts !!
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kya-is-kool · 10 months ago
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 #𝟮: 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦
•i feel like even though he's the driver of the group, when it's just you two you normally drive. he's a passenger princess n shi ��
•calls you ma, mamas, baby, mama, all them fboy pet names
•he's honestly so easy going. like he always has the "whatever you say beautiful" type attitude. not really one to disagree with you
•if you already know how to skate, he finds it so hot. like if you get angry because you can't do a trick right, it's hot to him. or you being able to do some super crazy trick, it's hot to him
•on the other hand, if you can't skate he teaches you. simple things though, like how to shove it, riding off small ramps nothing too crazy
•when it comes to intimacy, he definitely knows what he's doing. he's experienced, but like i said, he's easygoing for you. so if you like to take the lead, he's cool with that. if you'd rather him take the lead, he's cool with that too.
•he's literally the king of pda. he ain't scared, he'll hold your hand, hold your waist, kiss you (fully make out in public too). if you're not comfortable with pda, he'll try so hard to keep his hands off you, but inevitably will be touching you in some sort of way because he's fuckshit, he has to
•random but he really likes when you touch his thighs, hands, or neck in any way
•he's one interesting guy
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𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
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dolly-gutzz · 4 months ago
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thinking of late nights w fuckshit ‼️‼️
You’re in your room, the only light is the fairy lights you stole from your sister and the moonlight. Fuckshit is in between your thighs lazily talking away about his day at school and skating. Your fingers run through his honey blond curls and scratch his scalp, something he’s loved for years. Your cocateu twins vinyl plays in the background. You try to figure out the words but what’s the use, it’s the cocateu twins, you could never figure out what their trying to say. Fuckshit looks up at you.
“Youre so beautiful mamas” he says, honey dripping off of his tongue.
“You’re high baby” you say back with a smile. “I’m more truthful when I’m high” he says rubbing circles in your thighs. You analyze his face. His hazel green eyes have a red tint, thanks to the weed. his skin was sun kissed and freckled to perfection. His hair was perfectly frizzy out by your hangs and this skating only a couple hours prior. This night was perfect. Fuckshit slowly raised and flipped over, still between your plush thighs but now facing you. He presses a feathery kiss to your lips. You smile. Soon enough you're making out harmlessly, and with every kiss your love for the boy kissing you grows. Nights with the golden haired skater boy were the best.
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s9fti3 · 5 months ago
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‘I love me enough for the both of us’- Ray Headcannons!! @fuckshitslover thought you may like this :)
• Late nights at the skatepark with him are the best. He just likes to sit and talk. If you wanna talk about your family, he’ll listen. Your friends? He’ll listen. Something you love or that is bothering you? He’ll listen.
• He is a sweet guy, but is just with the wrong kind of people. Now, he loves his friends and they love him, but they sometimes are the best to be around.
• Has dreams of becoming a famous skater or a lawyer. He wants to make good money so he can provide for his family and for you and him.
• He holds you hand as he teaches you how to skate.
“You’ve got it. Just push your foot a bit, alright?” He tells you as you finally get your balance on the board. “I don’t know Ray… what if I fall?” You ask him as I stand on the board before losing you balance a bit. Of course, he’s your shoulder to lean on, letting you fall as he catches you. “Than I’ll catch you. Just like how I did.” He says to you and he gets you back on the board with a smile. “Okay, now just kick your foot.” He tells you, holding you hand as you do so. He walks slowly with the board. “See, you’re flying.” He says to you with a bright smile on his face,
• Will have fourth grade take a few videos of you guys together before putting it into one little movie for you guys to see later on.
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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago
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Hi idk if your even taking request but I was wondering if you could do a mid 90s?? But just of fuckshit yk? 
yes ofc 🙏🙏🙏 requests are always open pookies !! hopefully I got what you're looking for 🤞🤞
FUCKSHIT ; dating headcanons
warnings ; language, mentions of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol
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this man has a soft side
he's not the hard, rebellious boy he puts an act on for
when it's just you two, he's really clingy and shit
he's usually the driver but most the time you're driving him around, istg
fucking passenger princess ass
you even have to order for him when getting fast food
"Dude just lean over me, I'm not memorizing your whole order"
he likes sharing music with you, like if he has a new favorite song or if he got into a new artist, he always goes to show you first
"It's a fuckin kids meal!"
getting high with him in his car and sleeping the nights in the back is a usual activity
skating with him ⁉️⁉️⁉️
constantly complimenting you and catcalling you
if you're learning something new, he refuses you trying to give up. literally places you back on your board and shoves you away
"you got this shawty!"
calls you all those fuckboy nicknames like ma, mamas, shawty, etc.
he usually calls you a nickname though, he likes putting the friendship you had before the relationship over the whole dating thing
very carefree in your relationship
he's not controlling at all idk what some of yall are talking about
he's pretty lowkey about the whole relationship thing, like his friends obv know and yk estees group, other skater groups and whatever, but he's not prancing it around
look, if you dress a little less for a chilly day, he's got a hoodie and probably some spare pants for you too
he's pretty much like a 7 or 8 on a pda scale but he's not making out with you in public
he'd literally kill you if you even suggested that
for valentines day you just straight up got him a tiny box of joints that you hand wrapped yourself and a six pack
he totally forgot to get you anything but repayed you in some stickers and t-shirts from motorz that you wanted
unlike popular opinion, he's not that much of a player
at least to you
there's some sort of mutual bond you've gotten from your friendship and you carried it into your relationship. there's no lying, there's no hiding shit
people fuck up, it's fine
although when he gets fucked up, he gets fucked up
he's not abusive, just scary cause he gets loud and dumb
if you have acne, he loves it. it makes you look like a real person and not all those conventionally attractive fuckers who are made of plastic
he's been diagnosed with ADD so thats a whole different thing in itself
he seems like the type of person to trace over your bacne scars with a marker
also uses the marker on your back to draw random doodles
always gotta sign his name on your shoulder blade for some reason
he loves skating with you, his passion and his love
he's corny as fuck sometimes and the other boys pick at him but he can't help it
constant makeout sessions when you're alone at motorz/at each other's houses
he subtly matches his outfits with you sometimes
like if you're wearing a red flannel, he'll wear a red tshirt. if you're wearing nikes, he is too
ass smacking competitions
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deathmetalangel · 5 months ago
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Is it okay if you do headcanons on what Ray from Mid90s would be like as an older brother, with the reader as his younger sister? I feel like he'd be the type to act like he's wayy older even though there's only a 2 year age gap
RAY X YOUNGERSISTER!READER HEADCANONS
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warnings: mention of underage drug use and alcohol use, canon character death
eeee i love this request
- you technically have two older brothers being the only girl out of the three total siblings
- after your twin brother died when you guys were kids, ray became even more overprotective
- you’d think he’s your dad or that you’re a baby when in reality he’s only two years older than you, but you understand why he’s overprotective so you can’t get mad at him for it
- if and when you do hang out with him and the guys, which he honestly prefers since he knows you’re safe with him, he makes sure that all of the guys are nice to you (it’s easy for fourth grade and stevie, a bit of a ‘censorship’ thing with fuckshit and ruben)
- hates when you hang around their other guy friends because he knows how they are and doesn’t want them even looking at you
- doesn’t like you tagging along to parties with him, but he’s a softie with enough begging you can sucker him into anything you want. when you’re there with him you can bet you either won’t be drinking or will only be drinking drinks he gives you
- watches you like a hawk, doesn’t matter what he’s doing he’ll always make sure you’re within his eye line
- if fuckshit tries to give you any of his adderall or other drugs he will be genuinely pissed, he already doesn’t like him giving that stuff to stevie and ruben, but you were definitely off limits
- ray is easily your number one supporter in anything you do. do sports? he’s going to every game and dragging the guys with him. same thing for music or literally any other interest. he wants to be there for you as much as he physically can
- he’s always there when you need him. your own therapist that would beat anyone’s ass for you. he actually gives the best advice ever
- his number one dream is to make it big with skating at take you with him on tour to see the world. fuckshit may be his best friend, but you’re his other half and he would have so much more fun if you were with him
- growing up he’d always do whatever you wanted even if it was embarrassing or girly, he just likes to spend time with his siblings
- unlike a lot of guys he doesn’t get annoyed or bothered by younger kids or anything, he understands what being a kid is and looking up to older kids. it’s very clear he’s empathetic and honestly flattered when it comes to you, stevie, and ruben
- ray is easily the best out of the guys to have as an older brother (ugh i love him)
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ares--athena · 5 months ago
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Hii I don't know if your asks are open or not if they aren't then ignore this sorry
Is it okay if you do headcanons on what Ray from Mid90s would be like as an older brother, with the reader as his younger sister?^^ maybe around 15 if that matters
Ray w/ Younger Sister Black Reader
First, y’all are really close
ray would be the type of older brother that would help you sneak in the house then be pissed that you didn't tell him where you were going
Ray definitely has trauma from when his twin died so that's definitely as thing
After the death of his twin you guys get incredibly close as you were all each other had left
He would teach you how to skateboard
You being younger would make him insanely protective after everything he and his friends have experienced
As you got older he would bring his friends around more since he didn't want any of them to be a bad influence
As he got closer with Stevie, he brought him around more knowing he wouldn't be a bad influence on you
Ray would be a protective brother as he sees more of his friends fuck their lives up and didn't want that for you
Would completely drop his cool demeanor if Fuckshit offered you ADD pills like he did Stevie and Ruben
I head canon that his parents are often at work so we'll roll with that; he became a very prominent figure in you life and would help you with everything he could
That being anything from school, friends, relationships, even mundane things like watching tv with you when he was home
Often time he would be the one to help with hair was days and styling
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fuckshitslover · 2 years ago
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Do you think you could make a like fuckshit x reader nsfw please?? Mans isn’t wrote about enough.🥲
Your wish is my command ;) comments appreciated
CANT STOP WONT STOP -FUCKSHIT NSFW X READER
PROMPT:    Multiple orgasms. Fuckshit is obsessed with making Y/N cum over and over again.
STORY: That’s how it always has been. Fuckshit has a massive thing for making you cum repeatedly. You didn't expect it from him, he’s a laid-back guy so you thought he would be like that in the bedroom too… Oh how wrong you were. If he’s really in the mood you’ll be in for it. Your look when you're spiralling in pleasure after your 3rd orgasm is heaven to him. Sitting on your bed, sprawled out, laying on your boyfriend’s chest, him pounding into your pussy at a rapid pace from behind. You could only think about what was happening in the moment, fuckshit’s fingers circling your clit rapidly, creating a sense of pleasure that you never thought you would be able to achieve. This had been going on for nearly an hour, and you were starting to cry from the euphoric feeling. “morrreee!” you felt his warm cum shoot high into your pussy, making you feel even better. Fuckshit pulled out, immediately using his other hand and shoving two fingers into your sopping cunt. Your moans weren't even coherent anymore, just babbling, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure just as you cum for the however-many-eth time (you can't even remember). You collapse onto fuckshit’s chest, as he strokes your sides.
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localyhatedb1tch · 7 months ago
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hey guyss so recently I want to write again but I don't what to write so plss send me requests or smth bc I have no clue and as y'all maybe know I write for:
Outer Banks
Spiderman Across the spiderverse
The maze runner (my new obsession y'all 🥳)
Euphoria
Avatar: TWOW
Mid90s
And probably more but I forgot so remind me plss 🥳🥳😔✌️🤚
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