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pretty when you cry- c. sturniolo

pairing: toxicbf! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you know chris doesn’t treat you well and that you should leave him, but you can’t help but stay. chris is well aware of this and wants to treat you better, but he just can’t. after all, you’re just so pretty when you cry.

warnings: so much angst, language, mentions of sex, drug use, chris is an awful bf

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a/n: lana del rey + chris is just so 🤭

you felt as if you were slowly dying. all the life that you once held inside you slowly fading away until you were nothing but an empty shell of your former self. you used to be so happy and full of life, never seen without a smile on your face. now, you look sullen, with dark circles under your eyes and a permanent frown tugging on your lips.

everyone asks you what could have possibly happened to make you change so much in such a short amount of time. you always reply with “work is taking a toll on me” or “my boss is a pain in my ass”, but each lie is bigger than the last. you know the source of your constant pain. it’s your boyfriend, christopher sturniolo.

chris used to be the best boyfriend a girl like you could ever ask for: caring, compassionate, funny, etc. the list was endless, and to you, he was perfect. until six months ago.

chris became a completely different person. he was no longer the sweet, charming boy you fell in love with two years ago. instead, he was an angry, violent monster. nights you would spend at his house, filled with sweet nothings and soft giggles were now filled with harsh screams and glass breaking. days that consisted of talking and laughing, were now occupied with silence because you were both still angry about the night before. the once soft, loving sex was now replaced with rough, violent fucking. everything had changed between you, and all you wanted was for you two to go back to how you were a year ago, when everything seemed perfect.

you know that chris is doing drugs, you’ve known for months. every time you try to bring it up to him, it ends in a screaming match, and you storming out the front door. his brothers have tried to get him to stop, yet he refuses, saying it’s the only thing that gets him out of bed anymore.

your heart is slowly breaking, for both you and him. you know you should leave him for good, but you can’t. you love him too much to lose him.

on the other hand, chris knows how badly he’s been treating you and that you deserve so much better than him. however, he knows deep down that you’ll never leave him, so he never truly changes, despite the many promises he’s made that he would.

this leads to a continuous cycle of love and pain. you get fed up with how he treats you, so you confront him. you fight for hours before chris finally breaks down, telling you how much he regrets causing you so much pain and promising he’ll do better. he gets clean for a while and just when everything is beginning to look hopeful, he crashes and burns. he falls back into his old habits once again. then, the cycle continues, leaving you trapped.

you’ve lost count of the amount of times chris has promised to be better and get clean. right now, you and chris are arguing for probably the hundredth time about the same damn topic: him saying he’ll get clean, but he never does.

“this isn’t okay christopher! you have to understand where i’m coming from! i’m worried about you! i’m scared for you!” you yell. “i don’t need you to worry y/n! i’m fine! stop treating me like i’m a child!” he yells back in your face. you feel helpless. you’ve tried everything to help him, but he just won’t accept it. “you’re gonna kill yourself one day! can you even imagine what that would do to me?! to your brothers?! to your parents?! i just-” “don’t fucking bring my family into this!” chris cuts you off. you sigh and run your fingers through your hair. “look,” you start, lowering your voice. “you know i love you chris, but this is terrifying. i have to watch you slowly destroy yourself and i can’t do anything about it because you won’t let me help you.” “it’s because i don’t need your help! i’m doing perfectly fine! it’s not my fault that you want to make everyone else miserable just because you are!” your jaw drops. “i’m miserable because you’re making me miserable! i’m not this person! i’m not full of constant anxiety! i’m not constantly suffering! it’s you chris! i’m like this because of you! because of how you’ve been acting for the past year!” you scream hopelessly. you sit down on the couch in chris’ living room, trying to calm down and compose your thoughts.

“well if you’re so fucking miserable, then just leave, y/n!” you freeze and look up at him. he had never suggested you leave him before. “what?” you ask softly, hoping you heard him wrong. “if i’m so horrible to you, then you can leave! i’m not gonna stop you!” chris waves his arms around frantically.

without another word, you stand up from the couch and walk toward the front door, grabbing your phone and car keys on the way out. you open the door, walk out, then slam it closed. speed walking to your car, you try to keep your tears at bay, but you fail miserably. as soon as you get in and shut the door, the silent tears turn into heart wrenching sobs. trying to calm yourself, you put your car in reverse and back out of the driveway. you have no idea where you’re going to go, but anywhere is better than here.

you end up at a parking lot of a fast food restaurant, but not just any restaurant. it’s the same one where you and chris went out on your first date. you both didn’t want to go anywhere fancy, so you decided on grabbing fast food. you begin to cry even more at the memories of that night. you can’t help but remember how sweet he was and how much he cared for you. how the hell did it come to this? how did you get here?

everything in you is telling you to leave chris for good. you can’t keep going on like this. you love chris so much, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, but he’s slowly killing you from the inside out.

you decide to go back home and tell chris it’s over. you take a deep breath and begin driving. on the way there, the memories of you and chris are on a constant loop in your mind:

your first date,

chris had picked you up outside of your house that night, refusing to tell you where you were going, claiming it was a surprise. before you knew it, he had pulled into the mcdonald’s parking lot. “chris are we at a mcdonald’s right now?” you asked. “well, you said that your favorite restaurant was mcdonald’s so voila, here we are.” chris smiled at you. you laugh and throw your head back. “but if you wanna go somewhere fancier then i’m sure i can squeeze in a reservation-” “chris this is perfect. as long as it’s with you i don’t care where we go.” you smile at him, putting your hand on his arm.

your first kiss,

it was your third date, and you were sure you were in love with chris. he was the perfect guy. the date had gone perfectly, you had gone to a park and just sat on a bench and talked about anything and everything. at the end of the night, he walked you to your door. “tonight was amazing chris. thank you.” you smiled up at him. “y/n, i really like you and you make me laugh. i was wondering if i could be your boyfriend?” he asked you nervously while shifting on the balls of his feet. your smile grew even wider. “i would love to be your your boyfriend chris.” you reached your hand up to cup his cheek. chris leaned his head down to brush his lips against yours. “can i kiss you?” he whispered. you nodded, and before you knew it, he smashed his lips against yours.

the first time he told you he loved you.

you both were lying in chris’ bed watching bridgerton. after much convincing, he had finally agreed to watch it with you, and of course, he loved it. you were watching the episode where edwina left anthony at the altar, and you were hooked even though you had already watched the show a countless amount of times. you felt a pair of eyes boring into the side of your head, and looked up to see chris staring at you, disregarding the show in front of him. “chris? are you okay?” you asked him. “i love you.” he blurted out. “what?” you were shocked. those three words were the last thing you expected to come from chris’ mouth. “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just needed you to know.” you reached up and pressed your lips against his. “i love you too chris.” you both smiled at each other and kissed once more.

all the good memories made you yearn for chris, but you know nothing will ever be the same. he’s not your chris anymore, he’s someone else entirely. he had made himself a stranger to you.

once you get home, you pull into the driveway and get out. you’re shaking with anxiety at this point. you notice the door is unlocked, so you turn the handle and walk inside. you can hear the tv going in chris’ room, so you know he’s in there. you shakily exhale before stepping inside. you immediately make a beeline for the closet, not bothering to look at chris.

“you’re back already, huh?” he speaks up. you ignore him as you rifle through the closet until you find your overnight bag. you throw it on the bed as you take as many clothes as you can carry and shove them into it. “y/n, what are you doing?” chris asks nervously. “i’m leaving chris. you don’t want my help that’s fine, but you can’t expect me to just stand and watch as you fall apart. i can’t do that.” you can’t even look at him because you know you’ll break once you do.

“baby” he begins as he makes his way towards you. “baby look at me please.” chris reaches out and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth. you can’t help yourself and look up into his blue eyes. the same ones you fell in love with, and for a moment, you saw a glimpse of the sweet boy you fell in love with. “i didn’t mean anything i said. it was so stupid of me to tell you to leave. i love you so much. i’ll do anything to keep you. i’ll get clean and i promise i’ll do better. i’ll be a better man for you just please don’t leave.” chris begins to beg. you don’t want to give in to his empty promises, but you can’t help yourself. you love him too much to leave. “promise?” you ask weakly. “i promise baby, i’ll never hurt you again, i swear.” he complies. you smile at him before leaning up to capture his lips with yours. after a while, he breaks away. “you know i love you, even if i get aggressive sometimes, yeah? i’m just not good at showing it, but you know i love you. you know that right, y/n?” you want to believe him so badly, but deep down you know that this is just the beginning of the cycle you’ve found yourself trapped in for months. you’re just waiting for it to get bad again. “yeah i know baby.” you tell him softly, not even believing your own words. chris smiles slightly before kissing you again. to be honest, chris doesn’t believe himself either, but he wants to try, for you. and if everything goes south again, then it’s a good thing you’re pretty when you cry.

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filipofmounthonora · 2 years

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tara 💗 bc we both love it 🥰 you can either write smth wholesome or maybe emotional?(like that jaric/j and s scene kinda) but yea I’d be happy either way :]

:] tara my best childhood friends tara 🥰 not offering any explanation to other people about why certain people arent dead but <3 also you get script form to shake things up

send me a pairing and/or prompt idea and i'll write something about it! <3

The Woods are often dark, deep, and cold, but for now, sitting around a cozy campfire, the Avalon Quartet let themselves forget it. TEDROS and CHADDICK sit side-by-side on a mossy log. Across the dividing campfire, YARA perches on a large boulder, and ARIC, eyeing the Woods behind them and the stick he's whittling down, uses her as a backrest. A freshly-caught rabbit roasts on the spit; several more are skinned and and salted in cloth for the journey.

TEDROS: (prodded by Chaddick) I can't believe you caught them all bare-handed. Never seen you move so quick, even in Swordplay.

YARA: (bashful) Well, there wasn't much for a kid to do in Avalon. I spent most of my time scrambling after snow foxes and (gesturing at the fire) rabbits. Once I chased a Frostplains tern right off the parapet! I dropped right into Lady Nimue.

She chuckles at the memory, rolling up her pant leg to show off a faded scar. It runs up along the bone.

YARA: We're both pretty lucky she's made of water. (no time to process) My dad taught me to play the lyre while I was stuck in bed, so I lured that tern back in with a ballad I wrote and—

ARIC: Isn't it bad luck to kill a Frostplain tern?

YARA: Albatrosses—it taught me bird calls, Aric, don't be absurd! But now I speak some cormorant, king eider, and a bit of white-tailed eagle.

Chaddick nods solemnly, pieces slotting together, dots connecting.

CHADDICK: That's why all the squawking in the School for Girl.

YARA: (laughs, imitation of a goose) I was just a lot more shy. Believe me, if I could've gotten away with never speaking anywhere else, none of you would know what I sounded like. Except for Ted, of course. (beat) Storian's Point, it feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?

Tedros grins.

TEDROS: Back then I could actually win matches. Now you just keep dodging all my jabs—it's really unfair.

YARA: (teasing) Well, it's not my fault my teacher's one of the best Knights in the Woods.

CHADDICK: (idea sparking) And is he one of the best dancers, too? (off Tedros' curiosity) You should've seen her performance at graduation; half the Class couldn't pick their jaws off the floor.

YARA: (waving him off) It was a group—there were other girls there, too, you know! It wasn't all about me...

But she blushes red from the compliment, and even brighter from the impressed look Tedros gives her.

TEDROS: I'm sorry to have missed it.

YARA: Oh, well... (off Chaddick's Pointed Stare) Maybe I could show off a few steps—

She stands up, dusts herself, counts off the beat in her head—and throws herself into a whirling, enthusiastic jig, her movements snappy yet graceful, effortlessly stunning as she skips circles around the fire. With a complicated flourish, Yara concludes to a standing (or lounging, in Aric's case) ovation from Chaddick and a particularly flustered Tedros. She takes a giddy bow.

TEDROS: That was... (uncharacteristically meek) You're really good.

YARA: It's easier than it looks! Especially when you have the music to keep you in time—(gasping) Aric!

Aric twists his head back warily. He's got an inkling of her coming request, and he isn't that obliging. Yet.

YARA: You know the song, right? It's—oh, I forget the name—the one that goes...

She starts humming the opening bars of a Foxwood folk tune. Aric nods reluctantly, finishing the rest of the line.

YARA: Could you play it for us? Please?

CHADDICK: (mock stern) You heard the lady. Otherwise we're tying you to Tedros for the rest of the trip.

Ignoring Tedros' cry of protest, Aric eyes the other two for a long while. Then, with a belaboured sigh, he rummages through his cape for his mandolin.

ARIC: (not a promise) One song. Then I sleep.

Yara cheers, hopping up and down, and Chaddick ruffles Aric's hair before slouching down beside him. As Aric picks out the melody at half-speed, Yara takes both of Tedros' hands.

TEDROS: Wait, what are we doing?

YARA: I'm teaching you! First off: can you feel the pulse? One-and, two-and; one-and, two—(Tedros starts counting) you got it! Now you kick—not me! You kick here; and in-between we step like this—

Tedros awkwardly picks it up, gaining confidence as Yara guides him around slowly—but not enough to let go of her.

YARA: Got the rhythm now? Then we can go faster. Aric—!

She didn't need to remind him; the tempo speeds up to something upbeat, getting Chaddick to clap along. He heckles when Tedros stumbles, but Yara just laughs and soon Tedros is too. All the while the music gets faster and faster, and Tedros doesn't mind that he forgets how the footwork goes, because Yara's fingers are enlaced with his, and her smile glows brighter than the flames, and when a stray kick collides with his shin, toppling them breathless and giggling onto the dirt... Tedros doesn't mind that either.

ARIC: Another song!

He immediately launches into a Foxwood love ballad.

#sge #school for good and evil #the school for good and evil #yara of avalon towers #tedros of camelot #chaddick of foxwood #aric of foxwood #sge tara #ronette tag #miles answers #miles writes #THATS SO MANY FUCKIJG TAGS HOLY SHIT <3 #BUT YEA RONETTE ILY THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO ME I HOPE YOU LOVE READING IT #THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. SCREAMING CRYING ETC

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