#fuckshit oneshot

[lowkeyrobin]

OMG I've had this idea for a while but fuckshit x shy turned confident reader where they're in the same class but fuckshit doesn't really notices reader until reader starts dressing for themself and does things they want to do instead of letting people walk all over them and fuckshit starts developing a crush and starts seeing reader everywhere !!! Thank you love you robinnnn <33

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STOP I LOVE THIS WTF ♣️ dw I saw the other thing ik its u bae ; love you too freakazoid ; thanks for requesting pookieeee hope u enjoy

FUCKSHIT ; confidence

summary ; fuckshit develops a crush on the new you

warnings ; language, censored racial slur, weed

disclaimers ; fuckshits real name is gonna be olan (like the actor himself) as much as I don't like it that much it's the best bet + I don't wanna make up some random name for him 😭🙏 it's just bc ain't no teacher is gonna call him fuckshit and stuff ; also I do censor the n word one bc I'm not black, two it's how ray and fuckshit talk, it's not overused or anything, I'm just not trying to whitewash their speech and mannerisms and them reclaiming that word is kinda important for them because they're black skaters in the 90s so 🙏

word count ; 1k

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You used to cover yourself up a lot, even during summer. Sweaters and long sweatpants and jeans paired with hightop Converse were your usual outfits, even in the blazing LA heat.

You skated here and there, not at any parks or popular spots, just around. You shared a class with Olan, or Fuckshit as he likes to be called, at school. You had 12th period history with him, where he sat next to you.

You were very shy and reserved, you never talked to anyone unless spoken to and spent your time in the back of the class just getting through your work. Every so often, Fuckshit would try to talk to you to little or no avail. He never really noticed you much in the hallway or any other class either, so he didn't have any other way to talk to or see you through the day.

He didn't know much about you, which is why he also didn't know much about how you'd let people walk over, use, and bully you. He'd defended you in class once, but that was the extent of it. He wasn't a bully whatsoever, a fuckboy, yeah, but he wouldn't make fun of you for some dumb reason like the way you dress or the way you bite your nails.

But, now, he couldn't help but stare at you.

He could finally see your gorgeous eyes again, your smile proving that you were much happier this way. You seemed so excited and confident. He even noticed you in the hallway talking to someone with a smile on your face.

He had to say something.

"Oh, shit, like your shirt. Gravediggaz is fire." He smiles.

You return said smile. "Oh, thanks! You listen?"

"Hell yeah, n****"

He sees the kids who usually made fun of you snicker and whisper a few feet away, but pays them no mind. You follow his gaze and get a quick look before rolling your eyes and turning back to him.

"Fucking annoying" You say, placing a finger gun to your temple. "You skate, right?"

"Yeah, why? You trynna hang?"

"Maybe" You chuckle and shrug, "Going to the courthouse, just wanna show off some tricks at that party. Wanna come with me? You'd make it way less embarrassing"

"Yeah, of course" He grins, "Mind if I bring my boys along?"

"Oh, please. The more the merrier" You nod, "I'll be under the left tree at six, yeah?"

"Yeah"

Safe to say he couldn't wait to talk to you later considering he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Ray had been making fun of him all afternoon while Fourthgrade filmed it all, Ruben's laughter prominent in the background.

He was basically bouncing off the walls as the minutes ticked away, time coming closer and closer as to when he'd see you again.

"Put your dick away"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm just excited"

"Yeah, excited alright"

"I swear to God-"

He basically sprinted out the door when it hit 5:50, leaving the others in the dirt as he skated down the sidewalk as fast as humanly possible.

He saw you waving for him as he entered, and he quickly walked towards you with a smile and a blunt in his hand.

"Hey" He smiles, offering you said blunt.

You take it and blow a puff out of it, "Hey, glad you made it. Where's your friends?"

He looks over to the side, waving to a group of boys who were clearly trying to look for him. The three nod and talk toward you two, talking about something you couldn't hear.

You wave to them as they approach and sit with you, joining the conversation about everything skate and music related. As the sun sets, the area illuminated by white and colorful neon lights, you get up onto the building, top of the stairs, to show off some tricks. You see Fuckshit and his friends watching you, along with many other strangers who were watching other skaters show their shit off.

You grind down the metal railing and hop off with a kickflip. You glance over at the curly haired blonde, who's shouting some inaudible compliments. You see his one friend, tall and blonde, filming with a Camcorder. You didn't mind, you thought it was pretty sick.

The youngest out of them, maybe fourteen or so, hands a blunt to the dark-skinned boy with the locs, both of their eyes on you, like they're scanning your high-school coolness level or something.

"Ayeee, that was sick as fuck!"

"Olan, is there something you need to share with the class?"

Fuckshit's eyes slightly widen as he slowly looks up at the teacher who'd caught you two whispering in the back of class.

"Nah, I'm good"

The teacher turns back to the board as you two quietly smile and snicker.

He can't help but get lost in your happiness, feeling comfort in your sneaky smile. He can't help but adore everything about you, from your humor to your skating, your music interests, it was like you were made for him.

The bell rings, nearly popping your eardrums once more as it dismisses you for the day. You walk side by side through the halls, taking the longest way through the school to go toward the front doors to leave.

"I just don't understand being a poser like that, it ain't getting you any pussy" He laughs, agreeing with your long tangent about how being new at skating didn't mean you were a poser, and that being a poser is lame. "Like what you doing when someone asks if you can do a trick or show them? You just paid for a deck to look cool?"

"Exactly! They act like we can't tell who's a poser and who's not!"

You reach the entrance, having to go your separate ways home.

"See you tomorrow, dude" You smile with a light chuckle, waving him a little goodbye as you step on your board to skate away.

"See ya! I'll bring those cookies tomorrow too!" He smiles and waves back at you.

Ray and Fourthgrade approach, confused and amused looks on their faces.

"Cookies? When did you become a baker, n***?" Ray asks.

"Shut the fuck up, I owe them"

"For what?" He asks again as the trio walk down the sidewalk, straying away from the street til they got off school property.

"Inviting us to that thing on Friday, and homework answers"

"Ugh, here he goes again"

[kya-is-kool]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 !: okay so i'll say it again just to prevent confusion, i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so reader might be calling him that

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: fuckshit sneaks through your window after getting in a fight seeking your comfort, and for you to patch him up because god knows he couldn't do it himself

you find your eyes growing heavy as they desperately try to chase each word on the page of your book. you're so close to finishing it, but can't seem to find it in yourself. "i'd better go to sleep," you say, to no one in particular. you turn off your lamp, letting the moonlight spill into your room as the only source of illumination. suddenly, there's a tap at your window. then, there's another tap followed by another and another and...you finally get out of your bed, determined to put an end to the tapping noise.

"what the hell?" you utter. once you reach your window, you look down to find fuckshit, pebbles in hand. he looks up at you, and gives a half smile. your brows furrow, as you open the window. "what are you doing here? it's nearly twelve in the morning, dude."

"i know i just..." he trails off, getting lost in the attempt to find the right words. "is there a way up there?"

"aaron i don't think it's a good idea," you say, looking out the window cautiously making sure none of your parents have noticed and investigated.

"please, [name]." you think about it, and how could you really say no?

"alright, fine. there's a ladder on the side of the house." after a few moments of waiting, surely enough he returns with the ladder, fearlessly climbing up. you help him inside, even though there isn't much light in the room, you're still able to make out the dark bruises littering his body and his bloody nose. you rush to the lamp, and turn it on before going back over to the boy.

"what the hell happened to you?" you ask, concern laced in your tone. you place a hand on his cheek, studying his face making sure there are no dire injuries there apart from his nose.

"those fuckin' idiots were talking 'bout you, ma. i dont know where my head was at but i just started..hitting them," he admits, looking down, and leaning into your touch just a bit.

"aaron, baby, i need you to understand that it doesn't matter what they say, okay?" he doesn't say anything to that, and looks back up to your eyes. "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up." he nods, as you lead him to your bathroom. you switch on the light, and gesture to the counter.

"sit there," you instruct softly. he does as you say, and looks at you patiently as you get out the first aid kit. you go to stand between his legs, before you grab a wipe, and reach up to his nose.

"how bad does it hurt?" you ask, as you touch it lightly. he hisses slightly in pain.

"s'not too bad," he answers. you nod, and start to wipe away the blood. as you continue taking care of him, he simply gazes into your eyes, seemingly in a daze.

"you okay, baby?" you ask, looking at him with slight worry.

"yeah i'm good," he responds, as you apply a bandaid to the cut going across his nose. you then tilt his chin up gently to take a look at his bruised jaw.

"you poor thing," you coo.

"i'm tellin' you it's not that bad," he counters, with a small smile. you shake your head smile, and begin to patch up his knuckles. you apply some bandages, and clean up the blood. you rest your hands on his thighs, before pecking him on the lips.

"all done," you say, proud of your work. he smiles as he admires you.

"thanks," he says, before his eyes flicker to your lips. you take that as him asking for a kiss, which you happily oblige to. you lean in, kissing him softly. he kisses back contently, and after a moment you pull away.

"so who won the fight though?" you mumble against his lips. he chuckles.

"obviously me."

"oh obviously, huh?" you tease, with a small laugh. you kiss him again, smiling into it.

"only for you, [name]."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[pondslime]

I am so CLOSE!!! to being done w/this fuckin fic I'm writing!! I can taste it!!! and the ONLY thing!! keeping me from finishing this shit today!!! is the fact that I have to work!!! capitalism u skank!!!!

[michelleinterrupted]

Can u do a fem!reader wanting to do fuckshuts hair?

stop I love this sm. also I apologize for any typos, I just got acrylics for the first time and I'm struggling rn :,)

༺ fuckshit x gn!reader ༻

Fuckshit and I laid in his bed listening to the new Bigge cd he got yesterday.

He was on his back reading lyrics along with the music in the background.

I softly picked up a curl from near my face and twirled it around my pointer finger before letting it fall.

"You have such nice hair.." I whispered since our faces were pretty close to each other.

He looked at me for a second and smiled a bit at the compliment.

"Yeah..its a pain in the ass to keep up with though." Andre sighed in annoyance at just the thought.

"I could braid it if you'd like? You know, keep it outta your face n all.." I offered.

"Fuck it, sure." He agreed.

Fuckshit got up from his spot on the bed and sat down on the floor in front of me.

I sat up and swung my legs over so he was sitting in between them.

I decided on just one braid going down his back since it wouldn't take very long.

It wasn't the easiest thing since his hair was kind of a mess but I made it work.

Once I was done I realized I didn't have anything to tie it with, I scanned his room and didn't see any in sight.

"I dont have a rubber band or anything." I said, hoping he had one I didn't see.

Andre slightly rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie and slipped the elastic he kept on his wrist, handing it back to me.

I tied off his hair and smoothed my hands over the top of his head.

"All done." I kissed the crown of his head and rested my chin on top.

"Thank you, baby. Always so good to me." He thanked and tipped his head back to peck my lips while he smiled.

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☆Dating hazel would be like 

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Fuckshit-

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☆nights w fuckshit

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!!Author's notes!!!

Hey my little freaky freaks!! Welcome to my little coven of writings! Feel free to request anything your little heart's desire, and i will try to make ur dreams come true :3 ; just know that with my junior year of highschool coming indubitably near, my schedule will be a little packed (curse my partaking in four college classes ) But I will try my damndest to write as much as i can!! Love yall and happy reading <3

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Love,

DollyGutzz(aka elmokid)

[boonmeams]

kee my beloved! how are you. how is your writing. how are you holding up with all the crazy weather this winter

sage my sage hello!!! i am the most tired man alive tbh the last (several) week(s) has(have) been a goddamn travesty of living. i need a vacation. let's go to ibiza or something i'm tired of rain and general existence and wish to drink and dance till i die

MY WRITING IS AT A SEMI-STANDSTILL.... still working on the da:i au edit... still working on the fakeverse ludwig experience and all of the gnf/anyone cracksmut oneshots.... someday i will complete a thing. SOMEDAY.

how are you are you staying warm and/or dry how is your cosplay going i saw you are doing some makima fuckshit and i'm 👁

[sxtapee]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ★

♫ my rules about requesting and who i write for !!

yes !!

- i will do fluff

- i can do smut but keep in mind that it might not be that good

- i will do angst

- i do headcanons

- i do oneshots

- you can asks for heavy mental issues but i wont do anything too detailed

nope !!

- i don’t do pedophelia or big age gaps

- i wont do stuff like piss kinks or shit like that

- i wont do detailed mental issues

- i wont write for oc’s sorry

who i write for !!

the outsiders:

- dally

- darry

- soda

- pony

- steve

- two-bit

the maruaders:

- sirius

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- stevie

- ray

- fuckshit

- ruben

- fourthgrade

dead poets society:

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- todd

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- meeks

- cameron

[buggiethedrag0n]

Haiii :3€ im making again hueh

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[equalseleventhirds]

hey so if anybody is feeling lonely, bored, or anxious and in need of a distraction, i have a lot of ttrpgs (full games and microgames) and would be up for a discord chat to play with ppl as a distraction at any point over the next few days

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[ao3-saiki-updates]

Positive vs Negative Club

Positive Vs Negative Club by Space gays that arent in space

Series of MikoSai oneshots

That was what prompted Saiki to get it over with, it wasn't like he was concerned about it anyway. That led to a new thought though, how he was to get Aiura in a place where them sharing a kiss wouldn't lead to anyone finding out about them.

He had plenty of options on where to go, but as he came up with them, he seemingly kept being denied by the universe.

The classroom once it was totally empty?

A random club suddenly needed an extra chair.

The train platform, someone recognized Aiura from her prior school and wanted to have a conversation.

Near the front gate far too early before school started?

Matsuzaki was there yelling about what the two of them were doing so early in the day.

Words: 1836, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 斉木楠雄のΨ難 | Saiki Kusuo no Sai-nan | The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Aiura Mikoto, Saiki Kusuo, Akechi Touma, Yumehara Chiyo, Mera Chisato, Kuboyasu Aren, Kaidou Shun, Saiki Kusuke

Relationships: Aiura Mikoto/Saiki Kusuo, Aiura Mikoto & Saiki Kusuo

Additional Tags: First Kiss, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Tsunderes, Kuboyasu Aren/Kaidou Shun, Protective Saiki Kusuo, Kusuke is on fuckshit

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25410463

[wistfulrat]

this week’s fics • shot: an apocalyptic grief piece with visions of destruction that will haunt the living shit out of you chaser: intimate slice-of-life one shots, fic equivalent of a weighted blanket that will comfort you. it’s called Balance!!

At the end of all things by @quicksilvermaid​ - WIP (currently 68k), E The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are real and Harry starts dreaming of them.

ok i know some of u dont read wips bc u want to be able to read fics start to finish as is ur right. but!! if u ever make an exception goD make it this one. (and little spaces duh). this is not a feel-good fic. harry is reeling from a horrific incident that has upended his entire world. it’s a story about the chaos of loss — the injustice of it, the randomness of it. the first chapter will gut you. but i kept thinking of Yeats’ The Second Coming: “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned;” i remember the first time i read those lines and it unnerved me. the shocking weight of grief on both a personal and global scale in this fic is as visceral as that poem. i don’t know how one makes 68k words disappear but it’s the relentless pacing and vivid settings for me (a skill of Q’s that made me love who we are in the shadows). the story never lets harry remain in one place, allowing the reader inside his neurotic processing as he flits across europe, hunting ghosts and leaving pandemonium in his wake. it’s cinematic. the thrill of a chase anchored by horror and nightmarish visions with immaculate world-building. with the four horsemen and secret apocalypse-management societies, there’s this blending of various religious and cultural motifs—like meta narratives stacked on top of each other. every character’s combined attempt to define a pattern, to try and understand something as elusive and violently real as war, death, regeneration, etc. and somehow, in the massive scale of this fic, harry and draco’s lives are circling toward each other. an inevitable collision grounding the story in the emotional tension of their relationship. idk im rambling and describing a dystopian fantasy novel at this point but whatever just fuCking read it. the breadth of this story is wild.

Miscellaneous Oneshots by @lazywonderlvnd - 19k (13 fics total), E Oneshots written mostly on Tumblr and unposted as their own stories. Each individual chapter will contain trigger and content warnings. The chapter names are based on the trope to make it easier to find what you're looking for!

funny how lazywonderland invented range and we all just get to read her stories for free. (i already get so emo thinking about inside your mind and two hours later and petrichor so if u haven’t read those uhh wyd). but these one shots bitch?? hm! my comfort fics. i've read these a million times bc it’s always the correct mix of fuckshit humor, hot sex, and vulnerable intimacy. essential drarry trifecta of establishing tone. idk how ur supposed to fit all that emotional depth in 1k vignettes but im not gonna look a gift horse in the face etc. cant believe we get, among others, himbo harry being stupid and hot. stoner harry being a flirty shit. sex god draco being possessive and scary in a way that short-circuits harrys brain. tender moments of earnest affection as they lie in bed and bare their hidden selves to each other. that's that Good Shit imo.

[lowkeyrobin]

hiiii, I love ur writing and I was wondering if you could do fuckshit x reader hcs on a movie night with him? Maybe some making out idk, make it yours!!!! Thanks pooks 🫶🏽🫶🏽

yeah sure!! ; thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; and thank you!! that means so much to me bro tyty 🫶

FUCKSHIT ; movie night

summary ; movie night hcs with fuckshit!

warnings ; language, making out

word count ; 272

masterlist

he hates any and all romancey movies so you literally cannot watch them together. like titanic, she's all that, clueless etc

he needs some sort of action

so you mostly watch movies like the lost boys, fight club, and chucky

the lowest he'll go is dazed and confused (which he actually really likes), the sandlot, and the breakfast club

he usually likes curling up with you and some snacks

yes you heard me, he actually shows physical affection toward you

alone, the tough guy act is gone

or at least it's gone when you aren't around strangers and aquiatences

around the others, he's normal as well, but he needs to be the biggest hater around posers for some reason idk

he likes showing you off to people he knows and stuff tho

but about halfway through the movie, especially rewatches, he gets a little... distracted so to speak

lots of weird hand touches and squirming and resting his arm around your shoulder

he gives up on you taking the hint and just climbs in your lap to make out with you

you never fight him off cause you like annoying him to the point where he's given up and climbs on your lap instead of the other way around

lots of moving around for no reason

sometimes you end up laying down on the couch and sometimes you fall off of said couch and continue to make out

he lovessss when you tangle your hands in his curls bro

seductive whistle 😍😍😍

when some batshit crazy thing happens/he hears, he'll immediately look at the TV to see what's happening

"fuckshit-"

"hold on"

[kya-is-kool]

Soooo I had a fic idea for ray! Might be a little long 😆 maybe one where ray and the reader are tg and she works at this bakery and ray and the guys are taking Stevie to meet her and he’s just so shocked that one of the boys has a boyfriend and it’s all just really sweet and cute!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! : cuteeee, love it. ngl stories in which the reader bakes are scarce but too cute :).

it was 9:00 am on the dot, you opened up the shop and got everything ready for the usual morning rush. you cleaned the display shelfs, restocked every single cake and cookie and sweet treat in the shop, prepared the oven for baking, and put on an apron. this was the typical routine you followed every morning, and as tiring as it was to basically run the bakery yourself, it was most definitely worth it to put a smile to many people's faces.

the imminence of the morning rush almost always excited you, because you saw the same usual faces each morning who you had grown to love. but what you didn't know, was that there were going to be familiar faces that normally didn't show up to the shop. 9:15; the first customer walked in. the bell at the top of the door let out a small jingle, letting you know someone has entered.

"good morning, ms. meyer !" you greeted, smiling amiably at the woman. she was well in her sixties, and loved sweets, and who couldn't respect that? she was a kind woman, and she payed the bakery quite a bit of money due to all the things she bought.

"why hello there dear," she responded, smiling the same way back. "it's a pleasure to see you so happy this morning."

"likewise, ms. meyer. so, what can i get you?" you queried, and at that she looked at the display shelf, pondering to herself.

"i suppose just the usual chocolate muffin, dear," she said, with a chuckle at how predictable that must have been. she had been ordering the same thing for nearly a year.

"well of course," you said, laughing a bit yourself before grabbing the muffin with a napkin and placing it inside a paper bag. "here you go, ms. meyer. that'll be $4.95"

"thank you, dear," she said back, as she handed you the money in return.

"enjoy your day !" you said cheerily, as she smiled.

"ah, you too," she answered, before exiting the shop. as the bell jingled once again, you went over to the kitchen to start making a cake that needed to be remade since you were running out of slices.

by the end of the hour, a total of thirty-four customers had made their way through, and you had flour and other baking ingredients smeared over your apron and face. that was when an unexpected group made their way inside. your back was facing the entrance, as you took the cake out of the oven to cool.

"just a second, i'll be right there !" you exclaimed, before you set the cake on top of the counter to cool. as you were taking off your oven mitts, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you jumped only a little, before chuckling.

"ray ? what are you doing here babe ?" you asked, an eyebrow quirked.

"i wanted to introduce you to stevie...that and i missed you. you've been spending so much time here, i wanted to surprise you," he responded, placing his chin on your shoulder and speaking into your ear so you could hear him better.

"cutie, and, who's stevie ?" you questioned, with a smile. you then heard a voice from behind you two.

"i'm stevie," the voice said. ray slowly let go, and gently spun you around so you two were facing him.

"oh, hey stevie. i take it you're a friend of the boys," you said, smiling at him. he seemed young, especially to be hanging out with ray and his friends.

"uh yeah...wow i just...i didn't actually believe ray when he said he had a girlfriend," stevie said, mouth slightly agape in disbelief and wonder. you walked over to him and the others. you did your handshake with fuckshit and ruben, and you all sat down at a table. you were seated between fuckshit and ray, and stevie and ruben were across from you.

"you didn't believe me. i told you i had a beautiful girlfriend," ray bragged, with a small smirk. i smiled at his compliment, and took his hand him mine.

"well, you guys look really good together," stevie said, a look of astonishment still in his face. you could tell the boy really looked up to ray. it was adorable.

"thanks; we do, don't we?" you said, turning to ray, grinning from ear to ear. he returned the same smile while fuckshit and ruben chuckled, and they both rolled their eyes at the how sappy the situation was.

"we do," he answered, before pecking your lips sweetly.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[little-kat07]

Something Great

A prompt that @typically-untypical made, "Roman: “No amount of sunshine, rainbows, and the love of Disney WILL BRING HIM BACK!”

I originally said if I wrote it it would be too much for a oneshot but this is, dare I say, even smaller than a oneshot. I wrote basically a beginning and an ending and maybe at some point i'll flesh out the absolute fuckshit that is the middle. I tried okay

No editing, we die like Logan (you'll understand later)

Pairings: Lost Logince, platonic Royality

TW: Implied past death, a breakdown, mention of not eating and not sleeping

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"What kind of stuff do you think you'll make?" Roman asked excitedly.

"Pardon?" Logan replied.

"I mean, you want to be an inventor- You've got to have some ideas for stuff. You're really smart, too."

Logan looked at the wall for a moment and chuckled. "I'm not sure. Something that can help people." He smiled ambitiously and nodded. "Yeah. Something great."

"Something great," Roman echoed, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. "Sounds cool. Maybe an earpiece that whispers lines into my ear when I forget them."

"Ambitious, but interesting," Logan conceded, continuing with the math homework.

-Some years later-

"Something great," Roman growled under his breath. "Something great."

He'd spent all night trying to think of something great. And all of yesterday. And the past month.

Every second of sleep was time wasted, every moment he spent not thinking of something great was futile.

Something great. Something great. Something great.

He hadn't even wanted to be an inventor. He wanted to be a playwright and an actor. He had wanted to see the world.

He hadn't seen anything but crumpled-up papers and broken pencils in weeks.

Something great. He walked to his desk. Something great. He ripped a paper.

And then he heard a knock on the door and he wished it was Logan but he knew it would never be.

"Hey, kiddo." Patton's voice came gently through the crack in the door and he opened it a bit wider. "I brought lunch."

"I'm not hungry."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

It was true, Roman could smell the soup Patton had brought, hot and delicious and his mouth was already watering.

"I don't have time. I've got to keep thinking."

"You've been thinking forever! Ro, you have to let yourself relax. Come on, they're playing Snow White on TV. I know you need it."

It was Patton's voice, loud and prodding and suffocating and Roman could not take it.

"No amount of sunshine, rainbows, and love of disney will BRING LOGAN BACK!" He finally screamed, hands hurting from something. (Something great, his mind whispered.)

Patton was stunned for a couple moments before responding, "Neither will any invention."

Roman crumbles to the ground because he knows. He knows. He knows. "I know."

And Patton kneeled down with him. The misery in his voice shocked Roman. "Please. We're all so, so worried for you. Just come out for a couple minutes, for us?"

"Without Logan?"

Patton sighed. "If he was here, he'd be scolding you for not taking care of yourself."

Roman's laugh was low and nostalgic. "He would feed me crofters like a baby and make me read self-care documentaries."

Patton nodded and beamed. "Now, eat your soup," He said finally, shoving the bowl into Roman's hands. "It's cream of broccoli, I know you love that."

It wasn't much. Just a little gesture from Patton that helped Roman feel better about his whole situation. Yet, it was something.

Something great.

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You can reblog this with ideas or commentary about this little snippet. Love u all

-Kat

[michelleinterrupted]

FUCKSHIT (mid90s) MASTERLIST

- new years wit fuckshit and his fam

- doing fuckshits hair

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! i liked your writing! could you write something about fuckshit and the reader preparing for exams? it's kinda boring, but i really need it right now. you can make it short. honestly whatever you want, feel free. thanks!

🔋

yeah sure! ; I just recently had exams as well and it was not fun 😭🙏 ; I rushed this a bit because I wanted to get it out for you but yeah lol ; also welcome 🔋! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy :) ; I decided to put this in hc form because it was easier and I didn't have motivation to make this a whole ass readable oneshot LOL

FUCKSHIT ; exam prep

summary ; studying for exams with fuckshit

warnings ; language, mentions of weed, sexual jokes, making out, pet names (baby & babe)

word count ; 362

l/f/c = least favorite subject

masterlist

you were supposed to be helping each other study for exams

you mostly struggled with l/f/s while he was struggling awfully with biology/physical science

it was a struggle getting him to do anything LMFAOOO

"what function do ribosomes serve in the cell?"

he's just sitting there staring at you like 😒😐

"fuckshit"

"what??? oh my god, I dunno"

"just guess"

he's got the biggest attitude ever....

"to fuck you? dude i don't know"

"how are you a junior in high school again?"

yall get a little... distracted for a minute (a half hour)

he's literally straddling your waist and making out with you on his bed

he smells so rank but you couldn't care in that moment (the weed smell gets you sometimes let's be real)

you're massaging his scalp as he's straight up bruising your lips with how hard he's kissing you

one, he loves you and is addicted to you

two, he doesn't wanna study and is trying to distract you

his hands are EVERYWHERE trying to just make out with you

plus he's relieving your stress so... win win situation

anyway, back to studying...

afterwards, he's more compliant (much more high as well)

he's probably not gonna pass again but it's fine

you definitely are though, you're like a wizard or something

"damn, you're a fucking nerd"

"don't start"

"okay smartass"

"okay dumbass"

yall r doing anything but studying let's be so honest

when u are though... it's serious

he's a lot more focused while high so he can actually get shit done

for a while it's just silence while looking over notes and then he'll start staring at you all focused

he's admiring you, trust me

"what does this mean?" just to talk to you

"they rotate around each other at a specific speed"

"thank you, baby"

rests his head on your shoulder while he's reading over boring notes

"babe, what's the difference between prokaryotes and eukaryotes again?"

you spend 20 mins hyping each other up with music

like the stereo is blaring and you're dancing and jumping all around the room

you have to bribe him with kisses and weed to finish the last page of notes he had to go over

but it ended up alright