Repeat After Me. A Person That Doesn’t Care About You CAN And WILL Put You In Danger For Their Own

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?”

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introducing..

໑ 70s STONER NATE DOE

STONER NATE.. who never seems to have an agenda—he’s just down for whatever’s happening, whether it’s a party, a late-night drive, or sitting in a field listening to music

STONER NATE.. doesn’t go out of his way to mess with freshmen, but he finds it hilarious when Chris does. If someone trips over their own feet because of Chris, Nate’s the one doubling over in laughter.

STONER NATE.. who no matter where he is, there’s a faint smell of weed clinging to him. He claims it’s because he “lives in the vibe,” but really, it’s because he’s perpetually lighting up.

STONER NATE.. who’s also the guy who has a crumpled pack of rolling papers in his pocket at all times.

STONER NATE.. who loves dropping “profound” thoughts that are really just common sense. For example:

“You ever think about how the sky is just… the Earth’s blanket?”

“Money’s just paper, man. Like, what even is a dollar?”

He thinks he’s deep, and honestly, no one has the heart to tell him otherwise.

STONER NATE.. who is the guy who “accidentally” ends up at every party, concert, or hangout. He’ll show up uninvited with a shrug and a grin, saying, “I heard this was the spot, man.”No one ever questions it because his chill energy is oddly comforting.

STONER NATE.. who’s infamous for saying, “Yo, you got snacks?” within five minutes of showing up anywhere.

STONER NATE.. raids your fridge without asking, then apologizes with a mouth full of chips.

STONER NATE.. who has an unassuming talent for painting and doodling. His notebooks are filled with trippy, colorful designs that blow people’s minds when they see them.

STONER NATE.. who once painted a mural in his friend’s basement while stoned out of his mind, and now it’s the ultimate chill spot.

STONER NATE.. who might not remember the details of your story later, but in the moment, he’s the guy who will sit and listen to your problems while nodding sagely.

STONER NATE.. who’s is always something vague like, “You just gotta, like, follow the vibe, man.”

STONER NATE.. who absolutely loves animals and will drop everything to pet a dog or rescue a stray cat.

STONER NATE.. who secretly befriended the neighborhood raccoons, who he feeds leftover pizza crusts.

STONER NATE.. who never seems to have money, but he’ll gladly share whatever he has, whether it’s his last joint or a bag of chips.

STONER NATE.. has a knack for collecting the perfect records/cds for any situation. His mixtapes are legendary, filled with everything from Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin to groovy, obscure B-sides. (Lowkey fucks with jazz a lot)

STONER NATE.. who whenever Chris’s antics start to go too far, he’s always the one who steps in with a chill, “Yo, man, maybe let’s not do that.”

STONER NATE.. somehow diffuses tension without actually doing much—his calm presence alone is enough to make people relaxed

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introducing 70s PREPPY READER paired with 70s nate

“Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed!”

She’s like a warm, glowing presence, a perfect balance of sweetness and discipline. Her brown skin radiates in the sunlight, glowing with the richness of caramel and honey, and her hair always smells like a mix of vanilla and the softest touch of brown sugar. When you’re near her, there’s this quiet comfort in her scent, like a soft reminder of warmth and sweetness. Her presence is calm and collected, always put together in a way that makes everything around her feel orderly and neat, from the way her clothes are pressed to the way she keeps her room impeccably tidy.

She has this poise about her, a graceful composure honed by her strict upbringing. Her parents have high expectations, and she meets them with diligence, a good girl who takes her role seriously—going to church every Sunday, excelling in school, and hitting every cheerleading practice like she’s a force of nature. Yet every once in a while, there’s a little spark of rebellion, something hidden in the way she’ll light a cigarette just to feel something different, to remind herself that perfection isn’t always the answer. But even in those moments, she can’t keep the secret for long—her face gives everything away, and she ends up spilling the truth in a flurry of guilt.

When things get chaotic, she’s the first to step up with her mind racing, trying to take control. She can be bossy when she’s stressed, and it’s hard to miss the underlying panic in her voice when things aren’t going according to plan. Her emotions can get the best of her, making her more vulnerable in moments of frustration, but at her core, she’s polite, kind, and well-intentioned. She’s not one to throw shade unless she really feels like someone deserves it, and even then, it’s a rare flash of sarcasm that catches you off guard.

But underneath that polished exterior, there’s a sense of vulnerability, a realness that makes her more relatable than most would think. She’s a good girl, trying to do her best, but every now and then, the weight of expectations pushes her to stray, even if it’s just for a moment, and she becomes that much more human in the process.

@issysh3ll

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