#fuckshit mid90s

[charliesgoodboy]

hey idk if you reqests are open but i saw that you might of wanted to write for the mid 90's if you are could you do it when were kinda in stevies place you kinda innocent but not really ykyk

thanks hope you have a great day/night

1996. MID 90'S💿

it's useless.

i tried,

but to no avail.

to tell you.

how much i know,

how much i care.

song: . . .ılı YOUNGEST DAUGHTER superheaven

TW: male leaning reader(fem welcome), abuse mentions(since reader is somewhat in the position of stevie), reader is a little older than original stevie(about 15-16 instead of thirteen) but can be imagined to simply look up to fuckshit and ray, reader is hinted to have feelings for fuckshit and/or ray but of course it's the mid 90's, ruben's an asshole, 4th grade is a sweetheart bro, yes there is an edit link on 'mid 90's', last few sentences are just fuckshit and ray

ray who would notice you first walking into the store, your mood was sour and the left side of your chest burned and ached due to the harsh feeling of being thrown against the hard turquoise green wall, to only be thrown back onto the floor with countless punches being throw on you. he's see you but only talk to you really the moment you'd come back after filling up the water jug which originally looked to be used for milk. "what's a kid like you doin' out here." "i'm no older than you." "for real? shit, you look twelve." you'd take that as a compliment in a way, laughing it off along with him as he chugged the gallon a bit of the water rolling down his chin. you liked him, he was comforting to be around.

fuckshit who would laugh at the first words he even heard you utter. the joke was dumb, but it worked out for him put another smile on his face his usual words, "fuck shit, that was dope. this nigga kinda funny i liked that." the sound of your newly made nickname would slur out dramatically as he spoke to you, made you feel special like you were really apart of the group already. the sun would shine warmly onto your skin as fuckshit would only keep up with you in the back, nodding his head as you were slowly getting the hang of your board. "there you go! just like that, push your body weight a little more."

4th grade who would get a moment with you in the shop a lone as he tampered with a few settings on his camera letting you watch. a few small questions turned into a full conversation mostly half of the reasons why you'd even become friends with them in the first place. "ya'll looked cool, i wanted to fit in and be like the rest of you." "but what if we weren't. you know, 'cool.'" "i'd still want friends regardless fourth grade." he truly felt you on that one. feeling left out and alone and seeing a group of kids or a kid that gives you an ache, 'i have to get them to notice me.' those few thoughts running through your mind. just wanting to feel like someone for the one time.

ruben who would grow to dislike you. giving small 'fuck you's' that would sound like jokes at first but each time you spoke to him the conversations would get smaller and less interesting. he didn't like the way ray would come and sit next to you on the floor and his arm would stay on your shoulders being humorous with the others. that stupid look in your eyes as you watched him speak, the smile you had slowly fading as you slowly really started to admire him and take in all his details and habits, he could simply tell and that shit would piss him off enough to leave. but not home. "uh— ruben? where you goin'?" "fuck off ray." it only felt as if they'd talk when he was getting ready to leave.

ray who would really talk to you as you'd go over to some party. he would cheer you on as some girl would drag you to a room but some feeling would bubble up giving his face a frown the moment he realized it. he didn't like you were going in there with her, it felt weird as if you was 'growing up too fast' though he only just met you but that wasn't even the only feeling. he'd root for you the second time meeting you back outside. you were fucked up and high on some shit but that smile on your face didn't go unnoticed the hat you wore falling off your head mid-step. he wasn't all for partying, and meth, and smoking, and drinking all of that shit but you? you needed to get home you looked on your last breath.

fuckshit who would drive you home just to get a frantic knock on his own few hours after, your body crashing into his almost like a hug but your breathing was quick sounding like you really ran your ass over here. "woah, shit what you doin' over here? it's late as shit you should be home." "please, i don't wanna go home.." the sobs you let out made him give in but he'd keep you at his doorstep for a while, the both of his arms coming the wrap around you only one of them atop your head which would be giving his best to give you more comfort. he could barely look at the bruises on your arms which he was sure you had more, your brother chased you around the damn house. he bit the skin off his lip seeing the lines on your neck not mentioning much, he knew what you tried to do. "come on, let's get to bed man."

#mid 90s #mid90s x reader #mid 90s x reader #mid90s x male reader #mid 90s x male reader #ray x male reader #ray x reader #fuckshit x reader #fuckshit x male reader #fuck shit x reader #fuck shit x male reader #ray mid90s #fuckshit mid90s #angst #male reader angst

[lowkeyrobin]

......you already know what....anyway dancer!reader and fuckshit established relationship. Reader has a full ride scholarship to a really popular and well know dance academy but doesn't tell fuckshit because they planned a party to reveal it. Also fuckshit is very supportive of readers dream but he's going through that phase where he feels that he has nothing going for himself....and then you know the crash happens and reader becomes paralyzed from his waist down (i was gonna do from their back down so he grateful lmao <33) and that's when reader and their parents tell the gang about his scholarship and fuckshit just feels horrible.....reader also doesn't want to see him....ilyy

-♣️

♣️ I hate you. you know I know who you are.

FUCKSHIT ; selfish

summary ; you have a full ride scholarship to a dance academy, as gay as it may sound, you wanted to reveal it to your friends after the skate competition, but it didn't go so well

warnings ; language, car accident, mentions of alcohol, & drugs

genre ; angst

word count ; 1.4k

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Your mood had been ruined today. You wanted to tell your boyfriend and friends that you'd finally got a scholarship to Juilliard, a dance college, a full ride, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak about it. Stevie and Ruben got in a little fight, Ray wasn't talking to Fuckshit since he was wasted all day and embarrassed him. And you didn't want to talk to anyone now, you didn't want to make the situation any worse.

Fourthgrade sits behind Fuckshit, Ruben next to him, and Ray on the opposite end. Stevie sits in the middle console seat on your left, and Fuckshit in the driver's seat. You sit in the front passenger seat, staring out the window, hoping to God your depressed, drunk boyfriend wouldn't kill you all.

Fuckshit was going through a little phase where he felt like he had nothing going for him, feeling as if he were worthless. All he was living for was partying and drugs, apparently.

You'd been sober for a couple months now, learning that throwing your dreams away because you were mentally unstable wasn't a good idea. You cared about your future while Fuckshit didn't, which started some arguments and fights here and there. You were just worried about him in all honesty, and he'd get jealous that you talked to Ray about the future instead of with him. You needed someone to bounce back on and agree with you, not someone to just nod and half ass listen to you. He was supportive of you and your attempt to make dance your career, but sometimes he didn't know how to properly show it.

You'd been trying to help him find a place in the world, to give him a head start like what you had. You didn't even know what you were doing but you were making an attempt at least.

You imagine you were off at your new school, come two years' time, the new environment, the new people, being able to do the one thing you loved more than skating. It sounded like a dream. It still did, really. All that hard work finally amounted to something, something that you could make yourself out of. You fantasize about your career, yet you're snapped out of it, realizing that leaving everything and everyone you knew was going to be difficult and hurt, a lot.

But now, you listen to Ray, trying to convince Fuckshit to drop you all off at home. You roll your eyes, hearing him mumble something about how you guys weren't gonna ruin his mood.

You turn to the curly haired blonde, tiredness pulling your eyes down. "Dude, stop. Just take us home"

"No! Now you're ganging up on me too?"

"I'm not! Do whatever the fuck you want, dickhead. Just let me out" You speak, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"No!"

"Let me out, right now!" You exclaim, pulling at the handle beside you, seeing the sidewalk right outside.

You hate this, you feel like your parents arguing, your friends acting as you, hiding in silence in the back.

"Pull over, please-"

Your eyes reflect bright headlights, blinding you as you swing your arm over to protect Stevie beside you. Your ears are defeaned by car horns and breaking glass.

You awaken slowly, nurses standing over you, one rushing in food to place in front of you. You notice your face is all tingly, and your arms and hands are covered in bruises and scratches.

You talk to the ladies before they disperse and grant your friends entrance to the room, which smelt like clorox wipes, the lighting an eerie cool. The others had some cuts and bruises here and there, but Stevie's arm is covered by a cast, signed by the other four.

You almost gasp as you see him, "Holy shit, are you okay?"

He nods with a little smile, "Yeah, I'm good"

You blink a bit, looking up to Fuckshit who's unable to look back at you. You scan the others, their expressions somber.

"What? Did someone die or something?" You question them.

Ray looks at Fuckshit, slapping his shoulder to deem him responsible.

The blonde sighs before sitting down next you on the hospital bed, fitted with light blue sheets with a little white pattern. He fidgets with his fingers before looking back up at Ray, who raises a hand towards you and mouths something to him.

Fuckshit finally looks at you, biting the inside of his cheek. "Y'know that scholarship to Juilliard?"

"How do you know about that?" You quickly question, running a hand through your hair.

His gaze shifts down, "Your mom came in earlier and yelled at me"

"What's it have to do with my scholarship?"

"...You can't go anymore"

"Why not?" You ask, the inflection in your voice becoming more stern.

Fuckshit looks back up at the other boys, then back to you. "Uhm, you're paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors said you probably won't walk again"

Your eyes widen as you stare at him in silence, thinking this was some sort of prank to make you not as mad at him for the accident, you're unable to believe him. He watches as you try to move your legs to a criss-cross position, but they remain straight underneath the blue blanket covering you. You look back up at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of anger building in your chest.

"What the fuck?"

He's silent, staring down at his shoes. "I'm sorry"

"You're sorry? You're sorry? You're fucking kidding me! You are a fucking asshole! You selfish piece of shit, I fucking hate you!" You yell, your voice becoming louder and louder as you shout at him. "You fucking selfish asshole! You stole my dream from me, and you think 'I'm sorry' is gonna help you? You can't fix a broken body with a shit, half-assed apology. It's about time you learned that"

Ray holds Stevie a little close, seeing his uneasiness in the hospital and while you were screaming at Fuckshit.

After a moment, the blonde begins to fight back, and once he gets a sentence or two out of just degrading you and blaming you, Ray pulls him back. Fourthgrade hugs you, letting you cry into his shoulder while the two teens talk in the hallway. Ruben and Stevie sit on the other side of you, doing their best to try and comfort you.

"What the fuck? What the hell?" You quickly sputter, digging your fingers into Fourthgrade's arms to try and sense some sort of reality to make sure this wasn't some sick dream.

Eventually, you calmed down a bit, and the scrawny boy decides to cheer you up a bit, as you'd ask, with the little movie he'd been making the past couple of months. He inserted the VHS into the player under the TV, and watched your expression go from teary-eyed to a light smile.

Ray and Fuckshit walk back in, looking like the typical mother and child who just got scolded duo. Fuckshit stands awkwardly at your side, halfway hiding behind Fourthgrade in case you regain motion in your legs and tried to pounce on him.

Ray begins, watching Ruben replay the VHS on the TV for you. "Fuckshit has something to tell you" He glares over at the blonde, taking notice of Stevie turning the volume down some so you could converse.

You look up at him, unable to really hold eye contact for long.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got wasted and didn't want to listen to you, and I crossed a major line not letting you out the car and shit... I don't have an excuse for saying all that shit to you a minute ago, but it's not how I really feel, I was... I was just trying to win, I guess" He shrugs, pulling at the ends of his curls a bit. "I know you're never gonna forgive me for fuckin', I don't wanna say mutilate..., like, ruining your life, and that's fine. I just wanna see you happy and succeed and overcome this, and I'm so sorry for taking your dream away, and I am selfish for that-"

"Just get out" You mumble, quickly shutting him up. "Please" You look back down at your fidgeting fingers, resting in your lap. "I need to process shit, okay,? Fuck, I don't wanna worry about this right now"

He nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets before leaving with his head hung low.

#lowkeyrobin #mid90s x reader #mid90s imagine #mid90s oneshot #fuckshit x reader #fuckshit oneshot #ray x reader #fourthgrade x reader #fuckshit mid90s #olan prenatt x reader #olan prenatt #mid90s

[kya-is-kool]

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

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #mid90s #fluff #90s #headcanon #relationship #relationship headcanons #pda #intimacy #cute

[fuckshitslover]

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.

#olan prenatt #mid90s #fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #mid90s x reader #ray mid90s #fourthgrade #stevie #sunburn #lover girl val

[throat3824]

fanart from a few months ago when i tried to make 25 rendered pieces of art in a week and gave up 😭

#mid 90s #fuckshit #mid90s #olan prenatt #fanart #a24

[deathmetalangel]

yoo whats up, i got an idea for a request.

fuckshit from mid90s x male reader if ur good with that,

was thinking it could be somewhere along the lines of enemies to lovers, and they could be all competitive and in envy of each other at first but are like actually lustful and and end up together? like reader is from a different skater friend group that owns another skate shop in town and yeah thanks dude

FUCK, SHIT MD! (FUCKSHIT X M!READER)

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of homophobia, underage drinking, smoking, partying, sexual innuendos, i actually really like this

they say they really hate each other, but everyone seems to doubt that

It was another day in the very busy city of Los Angeles. Summer break had made the local teens run rampant through the streets. Especially the ones that lived downtown with no way to get around and nothing to do besides skating.

The two local skate shops were ran and acted as home to two opposing or rival skater groups. The Motor Avenue boys were chill and easygoing compared to the hard nosed Xtreme teens. The oldest of the group was the tallest and most intimidating. A man of few words the seventeen year old was ‘lovingly’ nicknamed Myers. He never complained though.

“Myers where the fuck were you? We literally agreed to meet ten minutes ago.” The second oldest boy, MD, starts to nag.

“Yo, shut the fuck up. Hop off my dick MD. I was only ten minutes late. It isn’t like some Big Brother scouts are gonna see you or something in the ten minutes I missed.”

The three younger boys watch the two fight. They were used to it and didn’t care as much as MD did about time restraints. “Can we just skate? Sheesh. Everything doesn’t gotta be a fucking issue. Especially when a guy who’s government is so embarrassing he nicknamed himself after Molly wants to act tough.” MD turns back towards the sloppy boy.

Red doesn’t even get any amusement from how pissed the guy was. He just wanted to skate. “You know what Red how about-” The youngest kid, a newly fourteen year old, shushes his older brother.

“You’re embarrassing me. Just get your board MD. I wanna skate this pool, plus you promised you’d teach me to drop in.” The h/c haired boy sighs and grabs his skateboard. The two go off ahead of their friends, but stop before they fully get to the empty pool.

“Shit.”

Myers and the two other guys walk over to see what stalled the pair when they see them. The Motor boys. “Son of a bitch. Who told those losers we found this place?” All eyes land on the other group of skaters.

“N****, who you calling a fucking loser? Look at yourself.” The very well known Fuckshit shouts out from the other side of the bowl. MD huffs before dropping his board.

"Loser? I'll beat your ass right here right now you wannabe hood rat! I’ll pull your head out of your fucking ass while I’m at it!" Both boys start to make their way to one another when Myers pulls his friend back.

MD glares at the taller boy who was making a fool out of him. "Nah we can't let them talk shit, they're lame ass wannabes Myers. Don't go sticking up for them now. No wonder Ash broke up with your pussy ass."

"Leave her out of this. I'm just stopping you from doing something stupid." MD tries to break free. but ultimately fails. He shouts at Myers, who doesn't even respond.

Myers eventually lets him down and walks over to the other side of the bowl to talk it out. "Yo Ray MD didn't mean no disrespect, but we found this spot first. MD is just pissed because he was the one who found it."

MD steps to Fuckshit. "Damn right I found it." The two begin to square each other up. Seeing who would win in a fight before actually fighting. Y/n would be damned if he let this guy get the best of him.

“Take it easy dawg. We can share the bowl. This shit is huge anyways.” Red negotiates the deal with the two parties. Ray shrugs and turns to his crew. They seemed to be fine with it, only Fuckshit had a problem. And his problem was y/n.

Soon enough both crews start to skate and show off their best tricks while trying to land new ones, but the whole time y/n and Fuckshit are attempting to one up each other. Fuckshit lands a simple ollie, y/n has to land a 360 flip. They just kept going back and forth even though the rest of the guys were chilling.

It starts to get dark fast. Summer days lasted long, but the nights lasted longer. “Yo my bitch invited me to a party, she said her private school friends are gonna be there. You know how Catholic school girls are, such fucking sluts!” The suggestion belonged to the youngest, about 15 years old, the infamous Brick. Why he was called Brick, he once beat a kid with a brick. Said it was ‘on accident’.

“Yo Myers can you drive us?” Red turns to the boy who just got out of the bowl. He just nods and picks up his board. Red wants to just pick up and leave, but he turns back towards the Motor guys. "Hey you foo's wanna hit up the function?" Y/n whips around almost angry at the suggestion.

Fuckshit turns to Ray who shrugs. The boy sees how pissed off y/n was and chuckles under his breath. "Fo sho. What's the addy?" Red writes down the address on some random piece of paper he had for some reason and both squads head on their way.

All of the Xtreme kids pile into Myers minivan, yeah he borrowed his moms car. "I don't know why you had to invite those losers Red, they're fucking buzzkills."

"You're just mad cause your gay as wants to fuck on Fuckshit or sum, pop a fucking xan and relax dude. You're looking hella weird with how much you be obsessed with the n****."

The rest of the car ride was boring, well to MD. Y/n thought staring angrily out the window was better than talking to his friends until they got to the house. That and he was contemplating what Red had said earlier, was he really that obsessed with the blond? No way, it was just a rivalry like Myers and Ray, but Myers and Ray didn't constantly look at each other from the opposite side of the skatepark.

Y/n had bigger problems to deal with when he was smack dab in the middle of a blaring party with a hoe on his right and a 40 in his left hand. "Shit ma you know I ain't about this shit." The girl was already getting annoyed at him. After ten minutes of her trying to get his attention y/n just stood there like a statue. His eyes not once wavering and glancing at the scantily dressed girl.

"Ugh you're fucking gay or something. I mean who could resist all this." She motions down her body with a smirk. Her hips sway like she's still trying to get at him.

Y/n makes a face, he wasn't exactly interested in the girl who the guys called chlamydia girl. "Anyone with standards that doesn't think with their std infected dick could." Her face turns bright red and she's livid, but he just decides to dip before she yaps his ear off. That girl was weird.

He was already buzzed when he made it outside. All of his friends were inside, but he needed a break from that shit. Y/n sits down on the bottom step, shivering slightly when the cold concrete touches his back through his tee and undershirt. Ignoring the sounds around him he lights the blunt he rolled before he left his house. His nerves steady as he starts to inhale the smoke.

"Can I get a hit of that?" Y/n looks up at Fuckshit who was taking a seat next to him. Y/n shrugs and passes the blunt to him. "You know you talk a lot of shit for someone who skates like shit." He chuckles while blowing out smoke.

Y/n turns to look at him. "Yeah and the bitches say you fuck like shit so who's really the loser?"

"You really are fucking annoying ain't you? Always got something smart to say."

"You're the one who started throwing jabs while hitting my blunt, weed isn't cheap. Well, my strain isn't."

"Damn homie thinks he's bougie cause he smokes fancy ass weed. Just shut up man you look better with your mouth shut." Fuckshit was obviously already on something, you couldn't force half of this shit out of him normally.

Y/n didn't really know what to say. "What you wanna fuck me or something man?" It was mostly meant as a joke and the rest meant to test the waters. They were supposed to hate each other, but now it was hard to tell where they stood.

Fuckshit hits the blunt again. "What if I do? Ain't no shame in my game n****, cause you be eye banging me all the damn time."

"I don't eye bang you fucker." Y/n gets in his face slightly embarrassed at the insinuation. Fuckshit just laughs and blows smoke into his face.

"Sure you don't MD. It's aight tho, I know I'm sexy."

"You know if you weren't such an asshole you'd be cuter."

"Nah you like me cause I am an asshole don't you? Ha look at you getting all nervous n shit. I make you nervous? Can't believe how little it takes to get the big bad MD nervous."

Y/n presses forward instinctively. His lips pressing against Fuckshit's to stop the onslaught of teases. "Fuck shit," The blond mumbles slightly when they pull apart.

"Come on, ain't no way you're driving home. I'll let you crash at my place. Give me your keys I'll give them to Ray then well walk to my crib." Y/n grabs the boy who had already smoked the whole blunt, selfish bastard.

"Can I get head?"

"Shut the fuck up."

#deathmetalangel #mid90s x reader #fuckshit x reader #fuckshit x male reader #mid90s #mid 90s #mid90s imagine #fuckshit imagine #fuckshit x y/n #fuckshit x m!reader

[treflip7]

mid90s art + little egbert

#mid90s #olan prenatt #fuck shit #ray mid90s #sunny suljic #sunburn #john egbert #hidden john egbert #skatebording #skaters #90s #na kel smith #silly guys #uncolored #sketch #zaza #illegal civ #homestuck #stevie mid 90s #my artwork #artists on tumblr #artwork #fuckshit

[xelmokidx]

Nicknames

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,” 

#Fuckshit x reader #mid 90s #olan prenatt #fanfiction #Ryder McLaughlin #Mid90s x reader #X reader

[douceurrrr]

I love your writing!!! Wondering if you could do a fuckshit fic/blurb. Maybe braiding his hair or him helping on wash day? 🤔 Hope you enjoy spooky season <3

Yesss, sorry i missed this!

-

You sighed as she watches the curly-headed boy act a fool on his skateboard, doing flips and tricks, making his messy hair bounce around. You could tell he was getting tired since it was hot outside and his baggy tee was getting soaked with sweat. You watch as the boy stops flipping around and makes his way up you. Each step he took made your nose winch up by his sweaty smell. “what chu lookin like that for, ma?” fuckshit says, taking in your facial expressions.

you rolled you eyes before speaking. “um, your smell like shit, fuckshit.” you smirked, obviously teasing him. he just kissed his teeth. “you don’t be saying all that when I’m sweating after I get done blowing dat back out.” he mumbled underneath his breath.

“ what chu say boy?” you spat, looking over at fuckshit, who was smiling. you shook it off and made you way to your bedroom but was stopped by the hand that belonged to you boyfriend. “you ain’t gon braid my hair, ma?” damn, you forgot you was going to braid his. It’s not that you didn’t want to braid his hair, it just takes a lot of time, but anything for your boo. “oh shit, yeah I will just let me grab my stuff.” you replied, giving fuckshit the green light to go find somewhere to sit. Fuckshit never admits it but he loves when you do his hair, you got that special touch.

You grab everything you need from ties to gels, and walked back into the living room to see fuckshit sitting on the floor where you usually do his hair. You sat all of the products on the table and sat behind fuckshit, with him between your legs. “ou boy, you need to take a shower after this.” you exclaimed, waving your hand in front of your face.

Fuckshit kissed his teeth once again. “girl, you trippin. it ain’t that bad.” he says shaking his head. You ignored him and proceeded to do his hair. You did everything you usually do, spray his hair, part it, gel it, then braid it. Once you were done you hand fuckshit a mirror. “got me looking good, thanks, ma.” he says, turning around and leaned in but you stopped him. “shower first, then we can getting to the good part.” you smiled.

fuckshit scoffed then got up to go to the bathroom, annoyed but loved as always.

#fuckshit #mid90s #black!reader #fanfic #woc #imagine #𓇼๋𓈒 ✹ 𓏳 🧷 request answered

[mid-90s-incorrect-quotes]

fourth grade: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE!

fuckshit, climbing: THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!

#mid90s #fourth grade #fuckshit

[ares--athena]

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.

#mid90s #mid90s x reader #mid90s x black reader #mid90s x fem reader #Fuckshit x fem reader #Fuckshit x black reader

[lowkeyrobin]

Mid90s gang reacting to reader writing a book about them and their friendship and reader wins a writing contest!!

- ♣️ (I'm giving you fluff okay I've decided I've tortured you enough with angst 🙄)

LMFAO YES YOU HAVE and I've been procrastinating those oneshots you sent me 💀💀

MID90S ; writer

includes ; fuckshit, ray, fourthgrade, ruben (platonic), & stevie (platonic)

warnings ; language, mentions of alcohol and drugs

masterlist

FUCKSHIT

you were no writer what-so-fucking-ever

while high, he dared you to enter some writing contest for school

"how funny would it be if some random junior won?"

honestly it would be funny, considering you're not a writer, you're a skater

you entered just for the fun of it, plus you had a great chance at beating some of the other contestants because you knew their writing was shit

you didn't even know what to write for the first two weeks

then it popped up in your head, like holy shit it was so obvious

you decided to write about yours and fuckshits long friendship history

from how you met, to your nicknames and to your other friends

let's just say, other than the profanity, the judges/senior english teachers loved it

you wrote like a whole motherfucking novel too

you got second place, considering they'd be in trouble for awarding a book with so much inappropriate content with first

plus the person who won first definitely deserved it

teachers were literally suggesting you publish the fuckin thing too like calm down ⁉️⁉️

fuckshit was too lazy to read it at first, but once you told him it was about you two and that you won second place? nah reading that was all he did

I honestly hc that he's a little dyslexic so he was struggling a little bit

but he loved it, it was genuinely moving to him and its literally about him

brought him to tears that he tried to hide

which he did to help his fragile ego by hugging you and hiding his face in your shoulder

genuinley so grateful for you

RAY

you were kinda iffy with writing

but once you saw the amount of money you could get from winning...?

shit sign me up

a thousand dollars to win first off of something you wrote? okay let's go LMAO

you didn't know what to write about because it's not like there was a given prompt so you just kinda spilled out stories and shit about you and ray

you made sure to leave out all the drugs and shit because you weren't gonna try and get in trouble LMAO honestly real

the judges loved it though

it was about 104 pages, so you made the actual like minimum, which was 80 pages

but thankfully for you, quantity doesn't equal quality

you actually got third surprisingly

that's still 400 dollars though

you didn't actually tell Ray or the others about you joining that contest so when you walked in with 400 dollars, a smile on your face and your skateboard and 52 sheets of notebook paper connected by a keyring under your arm, damn

you quickly explained and set your stuff down and Ray just scooped you up and spun you around while he hugged you

he's a simpleton but you got him giggling and shit okay??

genuinley so flustered that you wrote about you and him of all people like huh

he reads it front to back at least 3 times

FOURTHGRADE

you were pretty passionate about writing

so when your school was promoting a novel contest you knew you had to join

a thousand dollars would've done you a lot

you spent the next six months writing about you and fourthgrade, stories, how you met, favorite memories, random blurbs, etcetera

you told him about it but never that you were writing about him

you wanted it to be a surprise lmao

i also hc that he's a little dyslexic so 💀

you actually won too

apparently it was so "inspiring and moving amongst the youths" that you won ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS for it, IN CASH

you sprinted over to Motorz and immediately wrapped fourthgrade in a hug

"thanks for being such great inspiration"

"huh?"

you genuinley just retold some of his camcorder tapes for a bit of the book too so you had to give him some credit

you gave him 200 dollars because he refused to take any more

the duo

RUBEN

bro couldn't care less that you joined a writing competition

"whatever you want"

you have the annoying sibling dynamic what can I say

"dude I'll give you 100 bucks if you just be supportive"

"fine"

you wrote about him and your awesome sibling relationship

you made sure to cut out all the abuse and just say "growing up in a rough household" and "growing up not as privileged as everyone else" and shit bc you weren't getting cps called on anyone

you wrote like 70 pages

you got third

but you got 200 dollars so you basically split it with him

he ended up reading it because he was bored at motorz one night and you left it laying around

he's never smiled while crying before

you come in the next morning and he just silently hugs you

you see the book thing on the couch where he slept and you just kinda knew

"why are you crying?"

"i'm not!"

STEVIE

you also have a very sibling like dynamic

although instead of annoying each other you're kind of the comfort siblings you've both never had

so when you brought up the fact you joined a writing competition because you had a good chance at winning, he was like "oh cool"

"i'm writing about you"

"what the fuck why?"

he's supportive tho

he'll ask how it's going and stuff and you'll just give a vague answer

by the time they're due and judged, he asks what you placed

you shrug and pull out a thousand dollars cash from your backpack with a smile

"holy shit!"

you smile and hand him half of it

he's confused as to why but accepts it graciously

I mean half of its about him so he deserves some credit

gives you a little hug and shit

#lowkeyrobin #mid90s x reader #mid90s imagine #mid90s preference #fuckshit x reader #ray x reader #fourthgrade x reader #stevie mid90s #ruben mid90s #a24 films #skater film #fuckshit mid90s #ray mid90s #fourthgrade mid90s #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

[barcodeboyz]

Had the movies taken place around the same time, I definitely think Robin Arellano would have found himself in with Ray and his crew

#robin arellano #mid90s #black phone #ray mid90s #fuckshit #fourth grade #reuben #sunburn

[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

#fluff #fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #mid90s #soft dom reader #90s #cutieee #fluffy #imagine #oneshot #cute

[fuckshitslover]

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.

#fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #mid90s #mid90s x reader

[ncllywrites]

i’m pretty sure the author of this fuckshit book i was reading on wattpad (don’t judge me) deleted it but i wasn’t finished so now i’m up at 4am on the verge of a breakdown :)

it was so well written too… im actually gonna be sick

#nelly rambles 🎙 #fuckshit #mid90s #olan prenatt