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fuckshit. 𝜗𝜚
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : fuckshit got a little sleepy ( he’s a cutie )
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none !
𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : cute little fluffy fuckshit drabble 😋
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : reqs open, feel free 2 ask anything !!
wc: 265
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𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 : you and fourthgrade are at the courthouse and he won’t stop filming you ( he’s such a cutie )
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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : wanted to post something so this is partially proof read ( i read like half of it and decided it was good soooo )
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : a little fluffy fourthgrade drabble. my asks are open so feel free 2 request anything !!
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a little mid90s drabble
notes : based on that one deleted scene where they’re at a fast food place
warnings : censored use of the n word—dialogue was copied from the scene.
notes : not rlly any ships just a group setting iykwim. also please send requestsssss, i need some ideas on what 2 write!!
scenario : after a long day of skating, you guys stopped by a fast food restaraunt and ray and fuckshit are arguing over ratings.
mid90s
“ when I started skating away, her eyes just followed and dropped straight to my dick.” Fuckshit motioned with his hands, recalling what had happened at the skatepark earlier.
Fourthgrade was showing you some of the videos he shot of you when you were skating, so you had currently tuned out the rest of the group
Ray squeezed ketchup onto his singular fry, raising an eyebrow at his statement.
“ but, you know that that girl was looking at me for real?” He asked, eating his fry.
“ n**** no,” fuckshit said, slamming his hands on the table, “ you know I got those looks, son.”
You and Fourthgrade looked up at this, making eye contact with Ruben
he dragged a hand over his face, hiding his smile and the fact he was silently laughing
you grabbed a fry out of Ruben’s plate, trying to refrain from saying anything.
“ What looks?” Ray asked, genuinely confused.
“ I’m an eight!” Fuckshit exclaimed confidently.
“ An eight?” Ray asked in disbelief, turning to look at you and fourth grade.
You and him shared a laugh, both looking down at the checkered tiles to avoid fuckshit’s glare.
“ No way in hell you look better than me.” He snickered.
“ I will bless you with a six and a half.” Ray said.
“ A six?” Fuckshit asked in disbelief.
“ And a half!” Ray shrugged his shoulders.
“ So you think you look better than me.” Fuckshit stated , pointing a finger at him.
“ A hundred percent.” Ray said automatically, leaning his elbows back on the booth.
“ It’s not even a question.”
“ Tell me the number.” Fuckshit said, dropping his shoulders when Ray didn’t answer.
“ I can’t do it to you.” Ray said.
“ What’s your number?” Fuckshit repeated, a huge smile on his face.
“ Just say a number. It’s one word.” He said, holding up a finger on each hand.
“ I’m a humble nine.” Ray stated, voice dead serious as he moved forward in his seat.
“ A nine?” Fuckshit exclaimed, tapping the table with his hands, looking around in disbelief
“ What the fuck?” He said, covering his face with his hands.
This elicited laughter from you, Ruben, and fourthgrade, all three of you guys sharing laughs as Ray just stared at yall.
Then, before anyone could say anything else, the bell above the restaurant door rung, interrupting the completely useless conversation.
“ Sunburn!” Fuckshit called out, looking up at the door.
“ Thought yo ass was doing ten to fifteen.”
“ Yeah, he was fucking scared for his life, you had a field day with your little ass in prison.” Ray said.
Stevie smiled, laughing softly as he walked over to the register
“ Yo, imma be honest,” You started, a smile taking over your face, “ if fuckshit’s a six and a half, and Ray’s a humble nine, then I’m a zero ‘cause yall are straight up lying.” You stated, holding your hands up as if to say ‘I said what I said’.
Fourthgrade laughed from beside you, holding up his camcorder to record the following conversation.
“ Aight, then what would you rate us.” Fuckshit asked, placing his hands flat on the table.
“ I ain’t even gonna answer that, but just know that yalls ratings are so fucking off.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
Ray rolled his eyes, picking up a fry and throwing it at you.
“ Yeah, yo ass is definitely not no humble nine.” You snickered, picking up the fry from your lap and chewing on it.
a little ray drabble. hope you guys enjoy!
summary : late nights with Ray where you see a different, more vulnerable side of him.
DATING RAY.
late nights with the group;everyone’s skating, Ruben’s passing around a joint, and him and fuckshit are laughing their asses off at whatever stupid joke Stevie makes.
You and Ray had wandered a little farther from the chaos, settling on the curb where the streetlights barely reached.
Your head rested comfortably against his shoulder, his faded blue hoodie hanging loosely off your frame.
The sleeves swallowed your hands completely, the cuffs brushing your fingertips every time you moved.
It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, cigarette smoke, and Ray's cologne.
Neither of you spoke for a while.
“ Y’know I love you, right? ” He asked suddenly. His voice was quiet, almost lost beneath the distant sound of wheels scraping against asphalt.
A second later, you felt the feather-light press of his lips against the top of your head.
A smile tugged at your lips before you even realized it.
"Yeah," you murmured. "Course I do."
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“ Yeah, but none of that fake shit…like, I really love you.” There was something different in his tone. Less playful.
More vulnerable
“ I feel like you’re one of the only people who actually get me.” His eyes stayed fixed on the parking lot for a second before finding yours.
Your heart squeezed.
His words hung between you, a lingering reminder of how much he cared.
You lifted your head from his shoulder, turning toward him.
Moonlight softened the sharp lines of his face, catching in his sleepy eyes. They searched yours, wondering if he said too much and sounded dumb.
Instead of answering right away, you leaned closer.
Your noses touched.
“ I know, Ray.” Your voice barely rose above a whisper.
“I love you too.” The smile that spread across his face was small, almost shy.
Then your lips met.
Your fingers slipped into his hair, gently scratching his scalp. One of his hands cupped your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your skin while the other rested lightly at the crook of your neck.
You guys had kissed before. Plenty of times. But this one felt different— softer, gentler, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t quite seen from Ray.
His lips were soft against yours and he was so gentle against you it made your heart ache.
The hand that rested on the crook of your neck moved to tangle into your hair, softly massaging your scalp.
“ Yo, can you lovebirds get a room!” Fuckshit yelled hazily, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice could reach ya’ll.
A chorus of laughter erupted from Stevie and Ruben, each making dramatic fake gagging noises.
You and Ray sheepishly pulled apart from each other, turning towards the group.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips.
Ray groaned.
He pointing his middle finger toward the three of them.
You reached over, gently pushing his hand back down before it got even higher.
“ Be nice,” you whispered, unable to hide your smile.
“ Yeah, fuck you too, Ray.” Fuckshit shouted, rolling his eyes and pushing back on his board.
You rolled your eyes, giggling softly.
Ray’s hand found yours without thinking. Your hands slipped together like they’d done a thousand times before.
Wheels slamming down against cracked asphalt. The distant blare of sirens a few streets down. The scent of Ray’s cologne you’ve grown used to.
This was one of those moments that you knew would linger.
Not because something extraordinary happened, but because this would soon become a memory you re visit during those quiet moments in bed where sleep was difficult to find.
Ray nudges your shoulder with his.
“ Love you.”
You smiled without looking away from the group.
“ Love you too.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles as you rested your head back against his shoulder
hii!! i noticed you’re a new writer on here and was wondering if you could write how fuckshit and reader first met??
also, idk if you do this but can i be 🍎 anon?
hiii yes ofc I will write this!! and yes you can be 🍎 anon
disclaimer : first time posting stuff on here but not my first time writing or posting my works!!
warnings: none
notes : reqs are open so if you have any specific requests for any of the boys or specific scenarios please ask them!! I love love love detailed asks so if you have any thoughts of what you want to read, send them in and I WILL make it happen
first time meeting fuckshit.
a few years ago, if somebody told you you would be moving to Los Angeles, you would have laughed in their face and told them they were out of their fucking mind
but here you are.
hot sun blazing down on your skin as you walked the busy sidewalks of California, trying to find a nearby skate shop
palm trees swayed lazily overhead while old Hondas and pickup trucks crawled through traffic, windows rolled down with bass-heavy hiphop spilling into the streets.
about a week after moving here, you had completely fucked up your board, snapping it in half after landing a tre flip wrong
as you walked, observing the people on the other side of the street, you noticed some little shop, tucked between a clothing shop and a market
from where you were standing, you could faintly make out the row of skateboards adorning the left wall of the shop and racks of clothing tucked into the opposite corner
you quickly jogged across the street, ignoring the numerous cars that had stopped and honked at you to get off the road
you looked up at the shop name, squinting slightly to block out the sun shining from above
motorz
with a slight shrug of your shoulders, you decided to pull open the door of the shop
cool air and the scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne immediately replaced the hot air from outside
a bell chimed above you as you walked in, announcing a new customer
there was some rap song playing faintly near the back, loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that it didn’t blast into your ears
there was a group of boys, three of them, sitting down on a worn out leather couch near the back of the store, too engrossed in the conversation they were having to spare you a glance
one was sprawled out on one couch— buzzed head, looking no older than 14– and holding a cigarette in his hand
the other two, a dark skinned with locs and a light skin holding a camcorder, were sitting on the other couch, laughing at something you hadn’t heard
they looked to be around your age
“ Yo, you guys are dumb as shit!” Another boy laughed, shaking his head
You turned and saw him, sitting slumped on a black stool behind the counter
He turned his attention away from the group of boys, still laughing faintly at the conversation they were just having before you walked in
He had long, golden colored curls and the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen
“ Yo,“ He greeted lazily, sitting up from the stool and not hiding the way he was looking you up and down
“ What’s good?”
You walked over to the counter
“ Need a new board. Snapped mine like a week ago.” You said, eyes glancing towards all the boards on the wall behind him
“ Fuck, you snapped that shit?” He asked with a quiet laugh, turning around to pick out a few complete boards for you
“ Yeah, did a tre flip and landed like shit.”
He gave a small understanding nod, running a hand through his curls
“ Aight.”
He pulled down a few boards, setting them carefully across the sticker covered countertop
" So this one's a Blind." He tapped a deck with a faded skull graphic. "Good board and durable fuckin’ wheels "
He slid another one beside it.
"This one's just a basic shop deck. Nothin' special, but it'll get the job done."
Then he grabbed one more, flipping it over so you could see the graphic—a bright, beat-up design with chipped lettering.
"And this one's a Chocolate."
Your eyes ran over the wheels, trucks, and grip tape of the boards, trying to figure out which one would be best for you.
But before you could say anything, one of the boys from the couch spoke
“ Yo, you new around here? Feel like we haven’t seen you around.” The dark skinned boy asked, looking over at the two other boys for confirmation
They nodded, trying to remember if they had seen you anywhere before but they hadn’t
“ Yeah, just moved here last week.” You answered, looking over at them
“ You know any spots around here?” The curly haired boy asked
You turned back to look at him, shaking your head
He shared a look with the three boys on the couch
“ Uh, we heading to the courthouse later,” He scratched the back of his neck, a smirk tugging at his lips “ You should come.”
“ Courthouse?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice
“ Super fuckin’ illegal, but it has the best ramps and rails.” He explained, motioning with his hands
You thought about it for a second.
“ I’ll be there.” You decided, giving him a small smile
“ Aight bet,” He said, rubbing his hands together
“ So which one is it? “ He asked, looking down at the three skateboards on the counter
You tilted your head at them, ultimately deciding on one
“ Uh, I’ll take the blind one.” You said, reaching into the pocket of your shorts for the money you brought
“ Nah, nah, it’s all good.” He grinned
“ It’s on the house. Think of it as a welcome gift.”
The boys from the couch all snickered
“ Yo fuckshit! You gon make us go out of business.” The dark skinned boy teased
You turned around to look at them and then back to the boy infront of you
“ Fuckshit?” You asked, a smile tugging at your lips
He shook his golden head of curls, “ It’s just, whenever I see sum cool, I say, ‘ fuck, shit, that was dope.’”
He slid the skateboard over to you
“ Well, that’s a cool nickname.” You teased, grabbing the skateboard
He smirked as he saw you leaving. “ See yo fine ass at the courthouse later?”
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips.
“ I’ll see ya later fuckshit.”
You walked out of the shop, not offering him a second glance as the bell dinged after you