MID90S ; first kiss
includes ; fuckshit, ray & fourthgrade
warnings ; language, talk of weed, mentions of alcohol, mentions/jokes of sex
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FUCKSHIT
while at a skate park in the dark
you two were just smoking and enjoying the silence of the night
he just turns to you with a little smile
and you just go for it
quickly leads to a makeout session
you were so high you didn't even remember
the next day at Motorz, he's talking to the other boys all about it before you get there
rays like "Hey y/n. so how was your night?"
and you're totally oblivious for a minute
the others are like "yo fuckshit lied lmao"
but he stands his ground
"I'm not lying n****! dude, how high were you? do you actually not remember??"
RAY
you guys were jamming to music after closing at motorz
he turns your head to face him while one of his favorite songs is playing
then he just kisses you all within a second
"huh?"
he just smiles and shrugs
then you kiss him back before he can turn away
fuckshit comes back for a hoodie that he accidently left and walks into you two making out on the couch
"yo, can I have my hoodie?"
he's unphased but internally cheering for you guys
you quickly toss him the hoodie and get back to sucking face
then the blonde just shrugs and leaves
he immediately calls fourthgrade over the nearest payphone to tell him
and then the next morning at the court house before you and Ray show up, he gossips about it to Ruben and Stevie as well
"Yeah, Ray's dreams are now taken up by screwing y/n
FOURTHGRADE
you guys were skating around town and caught a break at a gas station
you got slushies
outside before you get back to skating, he just grabs your face, kisses you and skates away
you just sit there like "wth" and chase after him
you don't talk about it til estees party bc you were both bored and didn't want to smoke or drink with the others
"I like you"
"I can tell. I mean, feelings reciprocated"
"Seriously?"
"Uh huh"
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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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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
genre ; fluff
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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"
"It's a fuckin kids meal!"
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
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
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 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
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
he's been diagnosed with ADD so thats a whole different thing in itself
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 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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