downbadbsf!chris x sweetie!reader
(warnings: mentions of alcohol, aggression, chris’ anger issues, domestic, (if this is too much take a break and scroll! i’ll be here when you’re ready to read) lmk if i missed anything!)
chris was at your door in 5 minutes, pepsi and cheetos in hand, dressed in some random pjs from 5 years ago. he lets himself in and locks the door behind him. “sweetie! i’m here! where you at?” he shouts through your house before you reply “on the couch”
your voice was much softer and almost weaker than his was. when chris walked into where you were, his eyes found the lump ,of you, curled up on your couch chocolate wrappers surrounding you.
chris almost chuckled. “sweetie? you alive under there?” he sits down next to you. you groan and sit up “barely.” you sigh out before biting your chocolate. “you can’t just eat junk food to get over this. you knew him for 3 months!”
you look him dead in the eyes. “chris, you don’t and won’t get it okay? i already said i don’t wanna talk about it so let’s not.” your voice was stern. “okay okay” he says with his hands up as if you were the cops, “i just thought maybe you’d feel better if you did-“
“well don’t ‘just’ think.” you cut him off. the air is tense and silent for a few moments before chris breaks the eye contact and silence. “what movie we watching then?” his usually cocky and casually demeanour coming back.
“bambi” you answer so fast it’s almost laughable. “bambi? seriously? the one where the mother dies and bambi can’t walk on ice? your choice i ain’t here to judge” he chuckles befoe pressing play.
“come ‘ere” he opens his arms and you practically jump into them, wrapping the blanket over both of you and resting your head on his chest as you watched the film.
you could see chris stealing glances at you from the corner of your eye but you act like you don’t, keeping your eyes glued to the tv. about 20 minutes go by before chris blurt out, “sweetie this is torture. i need to know what happened. please. you know i’m not gonna judge you.”
you sigh a shaky breath. “chris it’s not that easy, you wouldn’t understand-“ “then help me understand sweetie.” chris says without letting you finish, “please. i need to know wether i should have killed him or not”
you almost chuckle at that. “i guess it all started when we got to his house and we were watching ‘poltergeist’. he put his arm around me and i leant against his side but he started moving his hand further down and i didn’t think much of it at first,” you begin.
you can see chris listening so intently it was as if you were speaking holy words.”i mean i was expecting us to fuck i just want expecting him to move so fast so i kinda shifted so his hand moved away from my ass but that just made him grasp at my waist”
by the time you had finished explaining what happened chris was looking like he was in the brink of exploding. “i should’ve killed the fucker. are you okay?” he states and asks through gritted teeth.
you nod. “still a bit shook up but i’m okay” but chris sees right through it. “you’re not okay. you’re not scared of me.. right?” he says, the last word laced with worry. you quickly shake your head.
“i mean seeing you like that definitely scared me but i mean you did that for me so. although i do think you have anger issues chris and should probably go to therapy about it.” chris rolls his eyes at your words.
“yeah yeah whatever. is there anything else you want me to know about? did he take it further than what you told me?” he intertwines his fingers with yours for comfort. you shake your head.
“he just went for a shower and after he came out drunk out of his mind and i confronted him about messaging his ex he pinned me to the wall and lifted me by my neck but you luckily came in just as i ran out of breath.” after you say that chris’ eyes move to your neck where a bruised outline or theo’s fingers lay.
he runs his fingers over the bruise. “son of a bitch. you should report him for this. seriously. this is so fucked up sweetie i’m so sore you had to go through that.” you could feel tears brewing at his word but you push them down before he can notice.
you just nod and swallow hard. “can we just keep watching the movie? please. i can’t talk anymore about it.” you could feel your throat scratching the more you talked or even thought about what happened.
chris nods and unpauses the tv, a blanket of comforting silence filling the room along with the sounds of ‘bambi’ playing on the tv.
guys umm idk what to think about this lmk if this is ass or you deserve to get your ass ate for this 😓💔
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