sturniolo triplets oneshots/smut

dumb & poetic // chris // angsty // non-request

summary; chris went to a party without you and you hear from a friend that he hooked up with another girl. he gaslights and manipulates his way out of it. based on the song 'dumb & poetic' by sabrina carpenter

warnings; gaslighting, manipulation, cussing, mentions of loss of virginity, toxic relationship, no smut

not proofread

authors note; short n' sweet is out and this album SCREAMS toxic!chris sturniolo.... possibly gonna do a little story for each song? lmk 

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He's lying to your face. Seriously, his stupid fucking blue eyes are looking right into yours, and he's lying. The same eyes you used to stare at and call gorgeous are now meaningless as he looks right into yours and manipulates you. 

If you kept track of every shitty thing he did, you'd add a gold star for the reason being highbrow manipulation right about now. He was great at it. But as the months went on, you started to realize maybe the way he treats you isn't entirely love but love for control, and you saw past it. 

"No, I swear, y/n." Chris takes your hand in his softly, "Nothing happened. I was just... just off my ass, you know? C'mon, baby, you know how I am." He spoke kindly as if he wasn't lying about hooking up with a girl at a party. 

He sniffles, "Really, baby. I love you 'n shit like I wouldn't cheat on you." He nods like he's trying to convince himself more than he is you.

You just look at him, no emotion on your face. His thumb caresses your hand like a tactic he's trying to use to make you believe him. 

He's trying to come off as soft and well-spoken, but if anyone knows Chris like you do, he's so unbelievably far from it. You know he knows he fucked up this time because he isn't screaming and throwing shit at the walls. Maybe he feels some guilt. 

"Madi literally said she saw you drag that girl into a room at the party. Why would Madi get off on lying about that?" You say while shaking your head. 

He throws his hands up in the air, dropping yours and shrugging. "Fuck if I knew. Fuck. If. I. Knew." 

He's really trying to sell this whole act. It's insulting how stupid he thinks you are.

You sigh and drop your head in your hands, "I don't know what the fuck to do..."

Chris kneels down in front of you. You look up, still resting your chin between your hands.

"Communicate with me, y/n. What's going on?" He asks like he really gives a fuck.

You softly shake your head, "I love you so fucking much, Chris. And you always have a way of making me look fucking stupid."

He furrows his brows, "Y/n. Do you really think I'd cheat on you like that? Do you think that little of me?"

Your jaw dropped. You gasped and opened your mouth in shock. "Do you think that little of me?"  you repeated inside your head.

You stood up, Chris still on his knees. "Do I think that little of you? I gave you my fucking virginity. I think the most of you! I'm the one who tells my friends every time they see you being a psychopath that you just had an off day. I defend you to everyone!" You yelled. Chris looked surprised that you raised your voice at him.

He stood up and stared at you intently. "If all of your friends hate me, then why are you still with me?" He asked bluntly. 

You didn't know the answer to that. Not really, at least. You love him. You gave your virginity to him. Yet another trophy he can display inside his head that makes him feel more man than his father. And part of you deep down believes you can fix him. 

You were silent for a minute. A slight smirk on his face read, 'You respect yourself so little that you still won't leave.' Christopher Sturniolo was the most powerful person you met for such a coward, and you knew that you were too for staying.

"You can't keep doing this to me, Chris," you said almost like a plead, like in another universe, you were probably on your knees begging. Your lip quivered, and your eyes were glossy, but you wouldn't dare cry; it would make him happier. It's like a fetish to him— fucking with girls heads. Fucking with your head got him off the most.

He went from being innocent and apologetic to demanding and egotistical, but at the same time, he never stopped being either of those things in this conversation. 

He aggressively pulled you into a hug, pushing your head down into his chest. "I love you."

You bit the inside of your cheek. "Love you too, Chris." You whispered.

You felt pain because you knew he did cheat on you, but you felt pain that you had to take the blame for because you stayed. And you always would. He knew it.