Maybe We'll Meet At A Bar He'll Drive A Funky Car 😛

i’m not tryna start anything BUTTTT the slushynoobz fandom on tiktok is starting to get annoying as fuck. Like omg can we liveee what happened to us being in peace. like someone old ass bitch always got something to say abt new fans like who even gaf. like im most saying don’t call out people for just being a fucking weirdo, but like they call out people for the most dumbest shit ever. for example people got problems with teenagers so called “thirsting” over hamzah. LIKE DAMN BITCH HE IS ONE SEXY BITCH of course he gonna have people thirst over him (including me tf). all they saw is new gens this new gen’s that. i don’t know if this makes sense on what im trying to say. but thanks for listening to my ted talk🥰🥰🥰

I hate my family I hate my family I hate my family omg I hate these hoes

Using the excuse “it’s just a joke” to defend yall faves will never not be humiliating. Like get off your knees and have some shame. They don’t know you. Your life will go on without them. Stop being ride or dies for strangers. Weirdos.

i’m gonna sob THANK YOU<33 i love your whole 70s theme so much, i can’t get over it

Omg this makes me so happy because I didn’t think anyone would really vibe with it since no one really does it. But this made my heart flutter tysm🙏🏽🤍

I love Addison Rae idc

Do yall want the playlist?

your telling me they’d rather do the whole tour again than just make long/better videos for EVERYONE to enjoy? And the way they’re setting it up it’s genuinely just sounds like this could’ve been put into a live stream but nah let’s do a whole fucking tour at the same fucking place with probably the same fucking people and make it super fucking expensive so we can make more money off all the 14-16 year olds attending. And for everyone at home you get shitty videos and weak ass vlogs yayyy!!! Like bffr and there videos are already getting worse and worse in my opinion like they’re not as entertaining so just put energy into something like the podcasts or genuine good long videos. but ig rent must be high. I was so excited for the announcement I was expecting the podcast to come back😭

Ughhh, literally can’t think of concepts for anyone right now, but just know whatever you post, I’ll eat it right up <3333

Thank youuuuu I’ve gotten a couple of requests I’m actually excited to write 😭🙏🏽

skating in CIRCLES

chris sturniolo and reader

summary.. Even when he’s about to bust his ass, all he can think about is holding your hand.

The night hums with laughter and the low whir of wheels against polished wood, neon lights flickering against the glossy rink floor. You’re still holding Chris’ hand when he groans, trying to pull you back toward the booths.

“Baby, I swear—” His voice is taut with frustration, but you just smile, dragging him forward.

“Just one more time,” you plead, eyes bright, tugging him onto the rink again.

He stumbles the second he lets go of the railing, his grip on you tightening. He’s stiff, unsteady, but you keep him upright, your fingers warm against his.

Nate and his girl sweep past effortlessly, barely even pushing off the ground. “Dude, just use the walker,” Nate calls over his shoulder, grinning.

Chris shoots him a look, jaw locking. “Yeah, that’s never happening.”

The truth is, he knows it would help. Knows he’d stop making a fool of himself, stop tripping over his own damn feet. But the walker doesn’t have your hand in his, doesn’t give him the excuse to keep reaching for you every time he wobbles.

So he keeps stumbling. And you keep laughing, and he keeps pretending like this isn’t the best part of his night.

After what feels like hours of this, of almost-falling, of grabbing at your waist to keep from wiping out, of you tugging him forward when he’s barely caught his breath, he finally digs his heels in.

“Alright, alright, I’m done.” He pulls you off the rink before you can argue, collapsing into one of the booths. His fingers are still curled around yours, but he’s catching his breath now, his head tipped back against the seat.

“Quitter,” you tease.

Chris huffs, but his smirk is easy, blue eyes flicking to yours. “Survivalist.”

He disappears to the concession stand before you can respond, coming back with a tray, fries, a Coke, and that soft pretzel you eyed earlier but never mentioned. He sets it in front of you without a word, then slides into the seat beside you, his thigh pressed lightly against yours.

“Bribery?” you ask, plucking a fry from the tray.

“Strategy,” he corrects, stealing one for himself.

The night hums on around you, pop songs blaring through cheap speakers, couples spinning on the rink, Nate and his girl wrapped up in their own world, but here, in this moment, it’s just the two of you.

Your gaze drifts to the photo booth pictures you took earlier, the strip of images sitting between you on the table. The first one is normal, both of you grinning at the camera. The second, you’re laughing, and Chris is looking at you instead of the lens. The third, he doesn’t know what the hell happened there, but it makes you smile, so he doesn’t question it.

He watches as you run your fingers over the glossy paper, your lips quirking. He leans in slightly, voice low.

“So,” he murmurs, nudging your knee with his. “How much do I gotta pay you to let me keep this one?”

@issysh3ll

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