#mid90s fluff

[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.

[michelleinterrupted]

Not sure where to request but could you do some fuckshit from mid90s one shots?

since it's new years , I thought this would be perfect :)) and I have a hc that fuckshit's real name is Andre so I went with that hehe (also this is not proofread so I'm srry for any mistakes !!)

༺ fuckshit x gn!reader ༻

Fuckshit invited me to his family's annual New Years Eve party, this would also be the first time I've met his family since we've only been dating for about 3 months.

I knocked on the front door to the house. Cars all over the front yard, loud music, and stacks of fireworks on the porch which is for later I assume.

Fuckshit opened the door and smiled, "Fucking finally! What took you so long? I thought you weren't gonna come.." He sounded relived to see me.

"It takes time to look like this first of all, and of course I was coming, I promised." I stated sarcastically as a smile bloomed on my face as well.

He pulled me through the doorway by my waist and as he closed the door wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug along with a kiss to my forehead.

He draped his arm around my neck and lead me to where his parents were at, and they spotted us instantly.

"Yo ma! Pops!" He shouted at them and maneuvered our way to them and gestured over to me.

"You must be Y/n, I'm Ella, Andre's mother."

She was a couple inches taller then Fuckshit, the same blonde hair up in a nice bun, and a very short silver dress that hung on her slim shoulders. By the way she slurred her words it was obvious she's already had a few drinks.

"Yeah that's me, nice to meet you, Ma'am." I smiled and shook her hand.

"This kid never shuts up about you! Always 'Y/n this' and 'Y/n that'." His dad laughed loudly while he punched his sons' left shoulder.

"I'm James by the way." He nodded his head while taking a sip of whatever drink was in his black flask.

James was a very tall man, quite big too, short black hair with a think beard to match.

We all talked and they drunkenly asked me questions about myself like; how we met, how I'm doing in school, if I have a job, basic questions.

Before we know it, it was a minute till midnight.

Everyone gathered around outside as Fuckshit and a couple of other boys get ready to set off the fireworks.

10.

Everyone stood on the porch while the stack of fireworks were placed in the road.

9.

Fuckshit stood behind me, his right hand placed on my right hip and his left hand holding the beer he was drinking.

8.

"This is my favorite part, our neighbors fucking hate us for this shit." He giggled in my ear.

7.

A tall, lanky, dark-skinned boy ran up to fuckshit and yelled, "Yo 'Dre, you got your lighter on you?"

6.

Fuckshit dug around his pocket as fast as he could (which is pretty hard to do when your drunk and high). Once he found it he threw it to the other boy.

5.

He ran over and flicked the lighter till he saw the flame.

4.

Once he saw the flame he quickly lit the fireworks that sat in front of him.

3.

The boy sprinted away as they began to spark almost instantly.

2.

The sparks got bigger, louder, and more intense.

1.

The fireworks shot up into the dark night sky.

0.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone practically screamed at once. The fire works exploded with all kinds of colors, red, blue, pink, yellow, white, etc.

I looked over at Fuckshit and saw him grinning at the light show. He turned to look me in the eye, down to my lips, and back to me eyes.

"Happy new years, baby." He whispered to me before pulling me into a kiss by the back of my neck.

I could hear the literal fireworks go off in the background as we pulled away.

any likes, comments, or reblogs are appreciated!! pls dont repost my stuff on other platforms unless you get credit <33

[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

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1996 (The One With the Lobsters)

Author: hellfirehearts

Rating/Warning: Not Rated, brief allusion to ED

Description: Eddie and Chrissy watch a certain television show

Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff without Plot, Eddie POV, Eddie Munson is a goddamn simp, Mid90s, One-shot, Status: Completed

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi idk if this is possible or if ip this makes u uncomfortable but maybe reader x Quackity or ranboo where reader is actor (idk what they/them people who act are called 😭😭😭😭) anyway and maybe there doing an award show and Quackity is was the shows on live and he’s just really supportive about it

hi!! and yes of course! ; also nonbinary actors are just actors, don't worry! even some women/femme presenting entertainers prefer actor over actress so it's no big deal! I don't know too much about award shows so bare with me LMFAO

QUACKITY ; award show

summary ; you've been nominated for best actor in supporting role, and Alex is there to cheer you on

warnings ; language, reader wears a tuxedo

genre ; fluff

word count ; 666 (ooo the devils gonna get me at 3am guys 😨😨)

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Alex was your biggest fan, genuinely. You built your career from the ground up with him there by your side each step of the way. You'd never stray from your YouTube roots, so when your new movie-fans found your social medias, they were quickly fixated on seeing your content and you with Alex.

You'd been acting in smaller shows and movies for a while, like T@gged, a horror web series, you played a very minor role in The Walking Dead, and almost most importantly, you had a pretty big role in the A24 film Mid90s. Mid90s was basically your breakthrough, and you loved working with your costars and just being a skater who could act.

But, after the release of The Last Of Us, you'd gained a fair amount of new followers and subscribers. You weren't expecting your role to be that important to viewers, but people loved seeing you on screen playing such a different character that completely contrasted yourself. Alex did too, he religiously rewatched the movie just for you and would talk about how awesome or hot you looked in certain scenes. It was flattering. However, you weren't expecting to be nominated in the best actor in a supporting role over it.

You obviously brought Alex with you to the Oscar's, I mean, holy shit, how could you not? You both wear tuxedos, him in a dark burgundy color, and you in a dark grey with a lighter grey pattern. Both of you wear black collared shirts underneath your blazers and sit down at a table. You didn't know anyone else, nor were you friends with anyone else at the event, sadly.

You and Alex sit and talk about the event and the Streamer Awards coming up for him soon and what categories he'd been nominated in. Focusing the conversation on him made you a little less anxious about it all, considering if you for some reason won, you'd have to go on that stage in front of hundreds of people on live television to talk and hold your award.

A few hours pass, and finally, the show starts. You two both show respect for the other actors and filmmakers, but talk in between bits because your anxiety was only getting worse up until the point where you were on screen, showing your nomination for best supporting role.

Alex smiles and nudges your arm, telling you, "Look, it's you!"

You hide your face in your hands, embarrassed and flustered. You quickly smile and wave at the camera, however, until they move on to the other nominees.

"And the winner for Best Supporting Actor is..."

Alex taps his fingers on the table, watching you bounce your leg under the table as you watch.

"Y/n L/n!"

"Oh my God! Holy shit!" Alex shouts, standing up with you. He wraps you in a hug before quickly telling you to go get your award.

You grab his wrist and drag him up backstage and onto the stage, making him stand with you as you claim your award.

"Hi, oh my God, this is- this is crazy! Thank you!" You smile, speaking into the microphone as people clap and cheer for you. "Thank you so much, and thank you to my awesome boyfriend, Alex," You turn back to him, smiling as he holds his hands in front of him, clasped together. "I wouldn't be here without him, and I can't thank him enough. And thank you to all my fans who have been supporting me along the way, even new fans who just learned of my existence. Thank you so much, words can't describe how grateful I am right now"

You smile, looking down at the award before you walk off stage, Alex right behind you. He stops you backstage, wrapping you in a longer hug.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/n/n!" He smiles, "I love you so much"

"The adrenaline feels like drugs at the moment, my face is numb, holy shit"

[freakykira]

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Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

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I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

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Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

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[0little-miss-scare-all0]

good morning chat!!!!

i'm nate, and this is a side blog to @c0rps3gr1nd3r

i'll do headcanons, maybe oneshots idk

here are some rules for my writing

(y'all might have to request bc i'm unoriginal 😭)

What I will not do:

I will not, under any circumstance, write smut. i'm a minor, that's yucky

Basic refusals (ie. incest, non-con, homophobia, etc.)

Angst, bc i hate crying and making people cry😭

Writing about real people. I find it icky

What I will do:

Headcanons for people

Oneshots (maybe)

Fluff

Literally anything positive

Fandoms I'm in:

Metalocalypse

Metal Family

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Ouran High School Host Club

Soul Eater

Mid90s

(There are others, so request and I'll see if it's a fandom im in!)

[sirenologies]

I KNOW YOU | PARK. GUNWOOK

❛ i understand i'm not the only one for you ❜

❥ GENRE: social media au (smau), fluff, semi-crack, friends to lovers, angst

❥ WARNING: p.gw x fem!reader, kys jokes, angst, not really a happy ending sorry teehee, profanity, weed jokes, and prob stuff i can't think of rn.

THE ASYLUM ASSOCIATES

Y/N! (@/ohimcuriousyeah): avid weed consumer, has watched mid90s more times than probably acceptable.

EUNCHAE! (@/majesticlion): y/n’s little sister and an absolute menace!

JUNGWON! (@/junglost): weirdly obsessed with jay? believes he is a cat. y/n best friend #1

HIYYIH! (@/betterhuening): y/n best friend #2! slayc girl advocate and really great advice giver.

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[nonamewendasouras]

⚠ TW: In this text there are light mentions of, R4p3 and t0rtur3. [very mild though so don't worry <3]

Hello! my name is no-name, uhm I'm planning to be writing one shots and head cannons for characters of your choice, here are the condition's.

♡THEMES♡

Lemon 🍋, Smut 🔥, Fluff 🐰, (No angst unless it's mild-ish lol)

♡K1NK5♡

I will allow any kinks into my smutshots but I will not allow any Age play, Unhygienic kinks such as scat and urine, R4p3 of any kind (Will allow dub-con though.) Graphical t0rtur3, and Beastiality

♡REQUESTS♡

No smut/NSFW request's if you are 18-, other than that any age can request. I will not allow anyone to be judgmental, ableist, racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. On my page idc if its in your request, the comments, or in my dms. If you don't see the anime/TV show/game you're looking for, still ask me because I might know the character.

♡GAMES I WILL TAKE REQUESTS FOR♡

Genshin Impact, Mario (lol), Stardew Valley, Until Dawn, The Last Of Us, Uncharted, God of war, Red dead redemption,

♡ANIME I WILL TAKE REQUESTS FOR♡

Yuri On Ice, My Hero Academia, Given, Demon Slayer, Naruto, Hunter X Hunter, Danganronpa, Megalo Box, Darling In The Franxx, Deathh Note, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Ouran Highschool, and Angels Of Death.

♡TV SHOWS/MOVIES♡Big Mouth (but no smut unless the character is one of the older ones i.e., Judd & Leah. Or coach Steve cus ykyk) Ninja Turtles (LMAO), saw, My Little Penis /hj, Mid90s, Thirteen, Spiderman-itsv/Spiderman-atsv, Avatar (blue people),

NOW that all that seriousness is away, idk lol baiiii

[sxtapee]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ★

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

yes !!

- i will do fluff

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

- i will do angst

- i do headcanons

- i do oneshots

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

nope !!

- i don’t do pedophelia or big age gaps

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

- i wont do detailed mental issues

- i wont write for oc’s sorry

who i write for !!

the outsiders:

- dally

- darry

- soda

- pony

- steve

- two-bit

the maruaders:

- sirius

- remus

- james

- regulus

- lily

mid90’s:

- stevie

- ray

- fuckshit

- ruben

- fourthgrade

dead poets society:

- neil

- todd

- charlie

- pitts

- meeks

- cameron

[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.”

[michelleinterrupted]

FOURTHGRADE (MID90S) MASTERLIST

- fourthgrade headcanons

[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

[deathmetalangel]

MID90S MASTERLIST

RAY

coming soon

FUCKSHIT

- fuck, shit md!

FOURTH GRADE

- in chains, entombed

- fuck it, i love you

STEVIE

coming soon

RUBEN

coming soon

[kya-is-kool]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! so this is my first tumblr post, i'm still navigating this app so excuse me if it's terrible lol. also send me any requests if you'd like ;) also i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so that's what the reader will call him (apart from fuckshit) in most oneshots i make for him.

(summary: fuckshit goes all "fucksoft" lol. i guess you could call yourself a soft dom-ish in this one. fluff. (lowercase intended))

he was always so vulnerable with me. the guy who was jokingly given the name "fuckshit." the guy who doesn't take anything too seriously, not even himself. the nonchalant, flirty, funny, obnoxious, loud, arrogant "fuckshit." he was vulnerable with me.

at first it started when we were alone. i had known him for about a half a year, he would get all quiet on me, and i would only slightly cringe at the deafening silence.

"what happened to you? your normal loud-mouthed ass ain't so loud-mouthed now that everyone's gone," i remarked, with a small smirk. i wanted to lighten the mood, god only knew what was up with him. it could've been another "friends with benefits" tragedy. it could've been another fight with ray. it also could've just been fuckshit being fuckshit. he goes through his moments just as everyone else does. but that was the first time he had been like this with me, naturally i was confused. he looked up at me, a wild golden curl falling in front of his face.

"aye im just chillin'," he responded, a dumb smile on his face. i kept my gaze upon him, and he locked eyes with me for a few seconds, before finally turning away.

"you sure? you seem just...unusually quiet," he shook his head with his normal goofy smile splayed on his lips. he didn't answer for awhile, simply staring down at his hands. "aaron?" he quickly looked back up at me, startled at the fact that i had used his real name.

"yeah, no i'm good. just got a lotta shit going on in my head right now."

"yeah i get it. we can talk if you want, i got all night." he smiled even wider at me, scooting closer to me. he eased up a little, a bit of his flirtatiousness coming back to him. he rested his head on my shoulder, with a sigh.

"question," i began.

"shoot."

"are you high?"

"fuck yeah i am."

"follow-up question,"

"okay."

"is this why you're actin' so weird? i mean you normally don't get this...soft when you're high."

"shut the hell up okay? i'm just tired is fucking all." i chuckled at him, resting my head on top of his. i didn't mind it, he was one of my best friends; being so close to him wasn't so weird, especially because of his inability to keep his hands off of the female species. in other words, i was used to it.

"so do you wanna talk?" i asked after a few more moments of the comfortable silence. i waited a few seconds for an answer, before hearing light snoring. i looked down at him and smiled softly. well, he definitely was high as shit. still cute as hell, nonetheless

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