#fourth grade mid90s

[deathmetalangel]

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)

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.

[kya-is-kool]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 #𝟭: 𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗕 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛?

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄: sub. this is self explanatory. he has no experience in literally anything, disregarding that one time he did things with the cradle robber, estee

𝐑𝐀𝐘: hmmm, he's either a soft dom, or really submissive, no in between. i honestly can't make up my mind with this one. they both make sense so just pick for yourself ig

𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓: probably a switch. i feel like it just makes sense. if i had to say a percentage, maybe 58% sub and 42% dom. hes down for almost anything bc hes adventurous, so he'll be a sub if u want probably.

𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐍: honestly a sub. he tries to act all tough...doesnt work lol.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄: sub. do i even need to explain?

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

[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!!

[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

[horriblehs]

fourth grade is my boyf

[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,” 

[stargirlsuicide]

fourth grade from mid90s are you free this saturday

[mcclinseymediablog]

Blog #1 - Examining Youth Culture

When young boys grow up, they are faced with emerging masculinity, oftentimes in a harsh social landscape. Thirteen-year-old Stevie is about to willingly immerse himself in the culture of young men, and his life will change drastically.

Mid90s 00h:02m:15s

Stevie lives with his abusive older brother and single, over-protective mother in Palms, Los Angeles. Stevie is getting older, and he has a desire to mature and fit in with his peers. Despite the relationship with his brother, Ian, Stevie looks up to the culture associated with Ian’s age, and so he does some exploring.

Young boys naturally explore their limits by taking risks. This phenomenon is nothing new. In the mid-90’s, a popular medium of teenage risk-taking was skateboarding. One faithful day in the year of 1996, Stevie rides his bike across the street from the Motor Skate Company shop. Outside the shop, a group of young skaters display youthful camaraderie that strikes a cord with Stevie. The next day, Stevie decides to enter the shop.

In the skate shop, Stevie observes the group of teens converse and connect, and his desire to fit in with them strengthens. He observes a gap in maturity between himself and the others. Stevie begins taking on less-childish interests, most notably, skateboarding. Trading video games for his brother’s skateboard, he begins pursuing skateboarding skills and potential new friendships.

Stevie brings his skateboard to the back of the shop building where the group of teens are skating. Stevie first connects to the youngest of the group, Ruben. Ruben gives Stevie advice contrary to his ambitions in spite. Despite this, Stevie’s youthful risk-taking and desire to try new things gains respect from the older teens. Quickly, Stevie surpasses Ruben and Ruben becomes resentful.

Among the other members are Fourth Grade, Fuckshit, and Ray. Fourth Grade gets his name from his stupidity, being no smarter than a fourth-grader. The name “Fuckshit” derives from Fuckshit’s common reaction: fuck, shit! Ray does not have a nickname; the other members look up to him and believe he is too cool for a nickname. Ruben was the youngest in the group before Stevie, acting as the impressionable one. Stevie joins the usual conversations between the four. One day, Stevie’s response to a question results in his solidified nickname, Sunburn. Stevie is officially a part of the group, and Ruben’s resentment intensifies.

Stevie is devoted to the group and starts succumbing to peer pressure. He begins drinking and smoking, growing further from his protective mother. To show off to the group, Stevie attempts a dangerous roof-jump on his skateboard and fails. Stevie ends up with a nasty wound on his head, but gains further respect from the group for taking heavy hits.

As Stevie strengthens his relationship with the group, he learns that each of the members have their own unique struggles and ambitions. Ruben lives with abusive parents. Ruben’s desire to fit in mirrors that of Stevie, and Stevie’s acceptance into the group damages Ruben’s aspirations. Fourth Grade wants to be a filmmaker, but has little drive and experience other than filming skating videos. Fuckshit wants to avoid adulthood and continue his immature partying. Ray wants to become a professional skater, but the chances of going pro are slim. While Ray considers the importance of adulthood, the rest are oblivious, willingly or not.

One night, Stevie joins his friends at a house party. He has a conversation with an older girl who recognizes the little innocence left in him. Stevie hooks up with the girl, and he is now completely free of his innocence. Stevie is aware of the youthful wonders of sexual promiscuity. He takes yet another step towards connecting with the group.

As Stevie gets closer to the group members, he realizes that they are all in a bad place of their own. Stevie is coming to terms with his new life choices contrary to his mother’s wishes while Ruben severely resents Stevie. Fuckshit is wasting his life and pushing his friends away in the process. Ray and Fourth Grade are anxious about the future and the well-being of their friends. One night, Fuckshit drinks too much alcohol and decides to drive his reluctant friends to a house party. Stevie, trying to mature and fit in, agrees to take the passenger seat: a decision he will regret.

A night of potential fun partying turns into a disaster. Fuckshit causes a violent car crash that almost kills Stevie. Stevie is brought to the hospital unconscious and with a broken arm. He is lucky to be alive. His friends stay by his side, admiring Stevie’s attitude in pursuit of fitting in. Stevie and the rest enjoy the skate film they produced, fully aware of the youth accomplices that they are.

Mid90s 01h:19m:15s

Stevie’s story represents a few common through-line themes in youth culture. 

Sexual promiscuity is represented by the change that Stevie undergoes following his sexual experience at the house party. Before the experience, he is innocent and oblivious to what the girl insinuates about sexual experiences. Afterwards, he boasts about the experience and degrades the girl behind her back in a manner that represents what she despised about older guys. Sexual promiscuity of this sort is present in other films that represent youth culture. In Kids, during the timecode 00h:53m:47s-00h:57m:05s, a bunch of teens trespass at a pool. they share degrading sexual comments and express their desires openly. The attitude towards sexuality expressed in the sequence is similar to that of Stevie and his friends following the house party. Another example is in Euphoria’s first episode, during the timecode 00h:39m:05s-00h:41m:20s, when Kat and a group of teens discuss sexual experiences and slutiness at a house party. They are boastful as a way to fit in, much like Stevie following his experience.

Stevie’s story also represents avoidance of the realities of adulthood. Growing up as a teenager is a necessary step to adulthood. If Stevie was concerned about his adulthood, he would be making decisions that would benefit his future self. Instead, Stevie is more concerned about short-term pleasure and risks. Examples include the hours he spends skating, the time at the house party, drinking and smoking, etc. Fuckshit plays a big role in Stevie’s story, and he represents an archetype of avoidance. Fuckshit is willingly ignorant to the necessities of adult life and devotes himself to unemployed drinking, destined to end up like the homeless person he has a conversation with early in the film. The avoidance of adulthood necessities is especially prevalent in Kids. During the timecode 00h:05m:52s-00h:09m:51s, Casper and Telly expose themselves, through their conversation, to their devotion to drinking and having sex. These are short-term activities that possess youth culture. Media that expresses youth culture often ties these themes together.

The most common theme I have observed in Stevie’s story is the desire to fit in. Stevie’s actions throughout the story all relate to him fitting in. Picking up skateboarding, dropping childish habits, drinking and smoking, embracing sexuality, and much more all fit into Stevie’s aspirations. He sees a need to fit in, which drives his need to mature. The same theme is central to Mean Girls. The protagonist, Cady, involves herself in a group of popular girls at her high school. She starts by trying to sabotage the group to fit in with the unpopular kids. Ultimately, she finds herself wanting to fit in with the popular girls. She adopts new habits and attitudes in the process, just as Stevie does. The same theme is seen in The Breakfast Club. Andrew finds himself in detention with the other students because he beat up a kid as a way to fit in with his friends. The desire to fit in is common among the youth, and films revolving around youth culture involve the desire for acceptance into their core narratives, especially Mid90s.

Soundtracks in films and television shows accompany visuals to develop a character’s story. Stevie’s story in Mid90s is accompanied by soundtracks relevant to the 1990’s, adding to Stevie’s experience in 1996. When riding down the street with the teen group, the upbeat music represents the freeing feeling that Stevie feels when skateboarding and fitting in with his peers. The same can be said when Stevie and the skaters are running from the police. Stevie smiles as he rebels, taking risks and fitting in with his peers while blissful music plays in the background. Soundtracks help define the mood of a moment and tie-in the narrative implications of what the character is feeling.

Below is a playlist that defines my adolescent experience during my teenage years.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/61dF9YqI3GZlrdEhEihYRb?si=0cedb0943ef6418a 

These songs relate to my experience, but many of them also relate to Stevie from Mid90s.

“Luminary”, by TesseracT, has themes of being alone amongst others. This relates to Stevie before he finds his friend group.

“Young Lust”, by Pink Floyd, better fits characters from Euphoria or Kids, but it would no doubt fit Stevie’s character if the film delved later into his life. It could also define Stevie’s feelings directly following his first sexual experience.

“Waiting for Love”, by Avicii, does not relate much to Stevie. I could make an argument for before the house party, but Stevie exhibited traits of innocence then.

“Time is Running Out”, by Muse, relates to the rush to mature as Stevie is growing up fast. It could also relate to the final moments of his pre-teenaged childhood.

“Screenager”, by Muse, is a bit ahead of the period in Mid90s, but let’s just say that Stevie spent a lot of time on his video game system.

“Marigold”, by Periphery, has themes of facing danger in youth. This relates to Stevie’s risky skateboarding and taking hits.

“Moron TV”, by Primus, does not relate to Stevie at all. I added the song because I watched too much television in my youth. For Stevie, it means that he was heavily influenced and immersed in pop culture.

“Toxicity”, by System of a Down”, relates to Stevie being influenced by the toxic elements of his city.

“Phoenix”, by TesseracT, relates to Stevie growing up and relying on his friends for comfort and acceptance amongst a confusing time in his life.

“Surrender to Reason”, by Dream Theater, relates to Stevie taking sacrifices in life to benefit himself later on. A good example of this is Stevie risking the roof jump to impress his friends. He made a sacrifice for acceptance.

References

COM105: Examining Youth Culture. Spotify. Accessed 18 September 2022. open.spotify.com/playlist/61dF9YqI3GZlrdEhEihYRb?si=0cedb0943ef6418a

Euphoria, season 1, episode 1, “Pilot.” Frizell, Augustine, dir. HBO, 16 June 2019. play.hbomax.com/page/urn:hbo:page:GXKOAMQ3qNcJzwwEAAAAU:type:episode 

Kids. Directed by Larry Clark, 1995.

Mean Girls. Directed by Mark Waters, Paramount Pictures, 2004.

Mid90s. Directed by Jonah Hill, A24, 2018.

The Breakfast Club. Directed by John Hughes, director’s cut, Universal Pictures, 1985.

[beachbummrr]

casually scrolling to find a cool gifset of mid90s only to see pics of the actor for fourth grade. thinking its matt for a second. hm.

[iconsfinder]

[deathmetalangel]

Could you please do a fourth grade from mid 90s x reader where fourth grade doesn’t have a place to stay so she lets him stay at her house and they confess their feelings to each other thank you

FUCK IT, I LOVE YOU

fourth grade x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of homelessness, swearing (it’s mid90s so), anxious fourth grade, insecure fourth grade, fluffy kinda?

“wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine,”

Y/n was usually out late. They enjoyed the nightlife of the city compared to the festivities of the morning. Sure it was nice to get out when the sun was rising and the city was just waking up. But, to y/n, the real fun happened when everyone was already asleep.

Sure it could be scary. Sometimes it did get boring. All that empty darkness with few awake to spend the night with. It only appealed to them because of the serenity. The night didn’t have to be wild for them to enjoy it. Some of their best nights were spent simply gazing at the stars. Or having a deep meaningful conversation in the moonlight.

On one of their many walks, unaccompanied but not unarmed of course, they’re stopped when a familiar face interrupts their path. “Hey, Fourth Grade. I thought you hated being out this late?”

The lanky boy looks around awkwardly. Y/n had stumbled across him on his way to the skate park. Ray had mentioned he’d slept there before when he got overwhelmed and just had to take a break from everything. That wasn’t out of necessity, and in Fourth Grade’s case definitely not out of embarrassment to ask anyone for help. “Uh, you know. I wanted to see what you’re always missing the mornings for.”

A smile graces y/n’s features. Small, but amused as it didn’t quite reach their eyes. Fourth Grade tints a slight shade of red. Almost everything they did seemed to fluster him. When they look at him he can’t meet their gaze. “Fourth Grade are you lying to me?” His breath catches in his throat. Of course they’d figure him out so easily.

Y/n spent the most time around Fourth Grade and vise versa. In their friend group everyone had their obvious ‘best friend’. They didn’t like their other friends any less, but that’s just who they clicked with the best. It used to be Ray and Fuckshit, but Ray seemed to take on a more big brother role for Stevie. Fuckshit and Ruben hang out more as a result. And for as long as anyone can remember it’s always been y/n and Fourth Grade.

They often mirrored each other as well even when they hung out with the whole group. Stevie, the most observant since he was the youngest and easily the most eager, had picked up on it before even Ray did. When y/n would lean on something usually Fourth Grade would follow suit. When Fourth Grade would try to look at them without being caught, he’d usually get caught because they were doing the same thing. Leaving both of them red in the face and avoiding eye contact.

“I- it’s nothing. I’m fine y/n/n. Just wanted some breathing room.”

“I know you Fourth Grade. Come on. We can talk about it at my place. It’s getting late, even for me so I’ll make some tea.” Fourth Grade looks hesitant to respond to the offer. Y/n smiles before holding out their hand. “At least walk me home? I won’t make you talk if you don’t want to.”

Swallowing his anxieties he grabs their hand and follows them back home. The walk was quiet. You could hear the crunch of the pavement under their shoes and the high pitched chirps of the crickets in the distance. He didn’t mind. Fourth Grade was busy trying to plan what he was going to say. He didn’t want y/n to pity him. He hated that.

The guys knew better, but y/n had been there for him the most. It was hard for them not to feel bad for him. He only notices when the warmth leaves his hand as they go to unlock the front door. “Uh it might be a little messy. Don’t worry. My mom’s working late again and left in a huge rush so, uh. Yeah,”

Y/n leads him inside and locks up behind him. The house was nice, a bit messy, but it looked full of warmth. Their house wasn’t huge, but it was only y/n and their mom. They had money, just didn’t feel the necessity to buy a big house just for the two of them. “Come on we can chill in the kitchen until you get sick of me.” Like he’d ever.

Fourth Grade sits down at the kitchen table while she puts on a pot of water to boil. When they sit down in front of him he tenses. “Are you gonna tell me why you really were out at 2 am?”

His hands get clammy as he wipes them on his jeans. He really hated lying, that and he wasn’t very good at it, but lying to y/n just made him feel worse. Like the guilt weighed down on his conscious tenfold. “I was going to the skate park.”

“Fourth Grade, you don’t have your board.” Right, god he was making a fool of himself.

“Oh. I must have forgotten it at home. Damn.”

They raise a brow. Y/n questions him again, “I mean it, please don’t lie to me Fourth Grade. I can’t help you if you lie to me.”

God he felt like the earth would eat him up at any moment now. Actually telling them would be like admitting defeat. Or worse. Admitting weakness.

“I was gonna crash there.” His words hang in the air for a while. A pregnant pause fills the space between them. His eyes drop down to his hands that grab his knees desperately hoping to ground himself.

Y/n’s chair screeches against the wooden floor as they pull it back to stand up. Fourth Grade looks up to see what they’re doing. They’re leaving? He really doesn’t wanna ask, but he so desperately wants to know. Shit. They probably thought he was a poor loser. He was. He was a dumb, poor, awkward skater kid with no real future besides working a dead end job like his parents. He was stupid. So fucking stupid.

A blanket and pillow hit him in the head. “Crash on the couch in my room. Or you could take the bed I take the couch I don’t care. Ma won’t care either she loves you. Just don’t lie to me next time.” Y/n goes back to start pouring the boiled water into mugs.

Fourth Grade looks at the blanket and pillow flabbergasted. Was that it? Was that really all he was worried about? “I know that look. And yes, I’m not making a big deal about it because it isn’t a big deal. You should’ve just asked me from the start. Why would you feel ashamed. We’ve known each other so long literally nothing you do phases me anymore. And no, I’m not doing this because I feel bad. I offer to help because I care and want the best for you.”

Y/n places the cup of steeping tea in front of him before sitting down. “Why?” They drop the bag of tea into their cup and raise a brow. “Why do you care y/n/n? What’s in it for you? I’m such a bad friend. I lie to you, I can’t do the things you do for me, and-”

“I care because if you could, you would. Give yourself more credit. You’re smarter than you think you are so use that brain of yours to think of reasons why I stick around.” They say not really showing much worry.

He was though. “I don’t know. Fuck if I knew I’d do whatever it was you liked more often. Hang out with you? Cause I definitely can’t buy you things y/n.” This was very out of character for him. Y/n could see that this was a long time coming.

“Fucking hell you’re dumber than I thought if you think I care about that. If I wanted someone who just bought me shit instead of caring about me I’d hang out with Fuckshit, but I don’t because he only cares about himself and fucking anything with a pulse. I hang out with you because you’re nice and polite and thoughtful. Even when you don’t have a lot to say you listen. That’s more than half the guys I’ve hung around have done.”

Fourth Grade sighs. “Fuck y/n you don’t get it. I want to be able to do those things for you. You should be around friends that can. You should have friends that you don’t have to feel bad for and let stay at your house because their place is basically temporary.”

Y/n rolls their eyes while stirring the honey into their tea. Fourth Grade clenches his jaw before turning to get up. “Don’t you dare leave,”

“I’m not gonna burden you y/n. I’ll figure it out, thank you for the tea.”

“No.”

He stops. “No?”

“I said no. I’m not letting the guy I like sleep on the streets because he’s too stubborn to just accept my help.”

“Y/n-” He pauses. What did they say? “Wait what?” Y/n doesn’t say anything, but he can see their cheeks flush.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Fourth Grade,” Y/n tries to make their way to their room when he grabs their wrist. Y/n stops.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“You know what I mean.”

They both stay still. Not a word nor a whisper broke the ever so fragile silence. Y/n looks up through their lashes at Fourth Grade. He couldn’t look away from them either. They were just frozen. “I made it awkward. Didn’t I?”

“Can you just let me calm down for a sec?”

“Huh?”

Y/n tilts their head up at Fourth Grade who looked as bright as a tomato. “I love you. Shit. Y/n listen I-” Their arms slip over his shoulders and y/n leans up to shush him. When they kiss all he can think about is not acting like an idiot. His eyes shut and he wraps his arms around their waist. The height difference was apparent, making him lean down to not break the kiss.

When they do break apart for air he smiles, his face contorted into a goofy grin. “I’m sorry. I-”

Y/n shushes him again. Their finger placed against his lips. “You’re cuter when you aren’t overthinking everything. Please stop apologizing and we can finish our tea and have a nice sleep after this very eventful night. I for one have had enough to make me sleep a good 12 hours.”

Fourth Grade looks down clumsily before rubbing his neck. “Yeah. Okay.”

[coreypearl]

fuckshit was my favorite <3

[kya-is-kool]

can you write dating hcs w/ fourthgrade please 🙏 hes so underrated 😭

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! : oh my god fr no one writes for him and it makes me sad. he's so cute 😭

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 #𝟓 : 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

• okay so like i very strongly believe that you have to initiate every single intimate act because he's just way too nervous. like when he's around you, he just sits with his hands crossed over his lap, staring at his feet because he doesn't know what to do or say. if you want to cuddle, or kiss, or anything like that, you have to initiate it

• he genuinely gets so happy when you tell him you like a film he made. like you actually support his dreams of becoming a screenwriter.

• he's not so great at pda, mostly because he gets nervous so easily. so like if he wants to hold your hand or something, he'll second guess himself.

• he loves cuddles in which his head is laying on your chest, or in your lap and you play with his hair. he also enjoys like the hugging cuddle position, where you guys are just entwined. cutee

• when someone else flirts with you, he gets so anxious. he comes up to you, a little pouty, trying to hold your hand or hug you from behind. he wants the other person to know that he's yours, and nobody else is.

•he's such a cutie 😭🫶

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

[mid-90s-incorrect-quotes]

sunburn: you really put aside everything and came all this way for me? how did you even get here so fast?

fuckshit: several traffic violations.

ray: three counts of resisting arrest.

fourth grade: roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

ruben: also, that's not our car.

[ssalvatore]

Mid90s

[televisionboy]

A lot of the time, we feel like our lives are the worst. But I think if you looked at anyone else’s closet, you wouldn’t trade your shit for their shit... that’s why we ride a piece of wood, what that does to someone’s soul

“beautifully authentic” - Jason Guerreso

“the film of the year right here” - VICE

“soulful” - COLLIDER

“nostalgic” - indie wire

“hats off Jonah Hill, hats off” - flavorwire

“honest” - fandago