#꒰ troublemaker.ᐟchris ꒱

[chrisbesitos]

younger!reader take care of troublemaker!chris after a fight.

chris' sitting on the kitchen balcony, holding a ice pack against his nose. is almost two in the morning, he was out with some 'friends', the party was doing alright until some stupid assholes appeared and made a mess. chris ended up with a bleeding nose and running away from the police, again. the neighbors called the cops, he got in his motorcycle and drove back home, because he didn't want to spend the night at the jail.

you hear a noise outside of the room, matt's laying sprawled beside you fast asleep. you throw the blanket from your legs, stepping on the cold floor with your barefoot tiptoe. matt didn't notice you get out of the bed, so you walk out of the room, making your way to the living room, noticing the lights on. you rub your tired eyes, the light are hurting them, you find chris on the balcony, his eyes shut closed and his face almost covered by a ice pack.

"hey." you murmur, attracting chris' attention. he opens his eyes, making you notice his darkened blue and red eyes, he rolls them when sees you.

"you're stalking me right now?" chris asks, grumpily. you frow your eyebrows, huffing tired and shaking your head. "then, what're you doing here?"

"we had a movie night and i fell asleep in matt's bed." you say, shyly. chris shakes his shoulders, nonchalant by your explanation. chris' lucky you're not affected by his grumpy way to be. you sit on the balcony beside him and point to his nose. "what happened?"

"it's none of your business." he says, roughly.

you huff, annoyed. you move your hand to his hand, putting down the ice pack and glancing at his bruised nose. purple and green tones, dried blood on his nostrils and you notice a tiny cut on his upper lip. you twist your nose, making a little pouty on your lips, you lift your hand to touch his bruise. chris shakes head, pushing your hand away, he puts the ice pack on his nose again.

"let me help you." you say, chris tries to protest, but realizes you weren't asking. you jump out of the balcony, moving faster towards the bathroom, you return with the first aid kit in your hands and a cloth.

"i don't want your help, i can take care of myself, kid." chris says, trying to stop you, but you're too stubborn and he's hating it.

you leave the kit on the balcony and move to the kitchen sink to wet the cloth, you stop in front of chris, put down his hand and stretch to reach his nose, but chris' way taller than you, even more sitting on the balcony. chris huffs and gets down, he holds you by the waist and lifts your body, putting your on the balcony. you don't move or say anything, just smile gently. chris realizes is way easier accept your help than force you to stop, so he just let you do whatever you want.

you gently clean his skin, removing all the dried blood on his nose carefully. chris closes his eyes, breathing slowly while you move your fingers along his face, he doesn't bother by your touch, but he feels weird inside. you leave the cloth on the balcony, open the kit and look for curatives, you put one on the bridge of his nose, gently pressing your fingertips on his skin. chris opens his eyes, catching you glancing at them with your big eyes, you both stare for a couple seconds without saying anything, until chris feels weird again.

"you always look like that?" chris asks, moving towards the fridge to get a soda. you tilt your head, frowning your eyebrows at him.

"look like what?" you ask, innocently.

"like unicorn shit." he says, nonchalant. "in fact, you look like an autumn mess. wearing all these patterns, colors, buttons and shit."

"well, for a mess, i'm not the one with a bruised nose here." you say, feeling a bit offended, but acting nonchalant just like chris, even though you're good at this as him. "a thank you would be good, you know?"

"i didn't ask for your help." chris says, turning his back to you, moving towards the stairs. you huff, crossing your arms against your chest covered by your pajamas. you listen to chris' sighs, he turns his face to you. "thank you, doll. "

he walks downstairs, leaving you alone at the kitchen balcony. you frow your eyebrows at the name he called you. it's not bad, but weird, because you can't understand chris. downstairs, in his room, chris closes the door behind his back and sits in the corner of the bed, realizing what just happened between him and you. he couldn't remembered the last time someone cared about him, cared about his bruises or cared about taking care of him. it's a weird feeling on his chest, a sensation he's not used to feel.

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[chrisbesitos]

chris protecting young reader from some pervs and getting a little soft seeing her scared and vulnerable

troublemaker!chris hates to see younger!reader in danger.

"hey, pretty thing." a man says to you, holding your waist and brushing his thumb on your cheek. all without your consent. you shift uncomfortable and push him by the chest, making a disgusted face.

"sorry, i'm not interested." you say, forcing a smile, even though it looks like a grimace. but he doesn't give up, grabs your chin to take a look better at your eyes and they look horrified.

"c'mon, pretty. let's find a quiet place, huh?" he raises his eyebrows, leaning his face to try to give you a kiss on the lips. you widen your eyes, feeling terrified, you quickly push his face. "don't be so stubborn!"

"no, get off!" your voice sounds like a murmur, pushing him with all your effort. you try to scream, but your voice keeps stuck in your throat, tears start to prick on your waterline, your heart pumping hard inside your chest. "stop..." you cry out.

he's way stronger and taller than you, you've never felt so scared and little before. until he comes.

"she said get off!" chris says, pushing the man away from you. you don't know where he came or why he's here, but this doesn't matter anymore. right now, he's right here, pushing a fucking perverted away from you, he's protecting you.

"c'mon, man. i'm not doing anything, jus' trying to have a good time." he smirks. "mind to share your girl with me?"

this was the end for chris. he throws a punch on the man's nose, nonchalant is everyone is watching, and then punches him again. the perv doesn't even have the chance to try to defend himself, chris pushes him on the floor and kicks his back. everyone around is shocked, the music had stopped and people were screaming with chris to stop hitting the guy.

chris didn't want it to stop, because he thinks he deserved more than some punches and a simple kick. some of his friends are holding his face on the floor, all blood and hurt, but chris didn't care. he only stopped, because he looks behind and sees you. your eyes look so scared, he can see you're holding your tears, your hands are shaking, even though you're trying to hide this. chris looks at the guy again.

"if she tells me you touch her again, i promise i'll kill you." chris growls, kicking his leg one last time.

chris turns himself to you, he embraces your shoulders with his arm and guides out of the party. you walk by his side, still scared and terrified, but not of him. it was kinda scary watching chris punching the guy the way he did, but you're not scared of him, you're relived he did that.

he stops on the highway and pushes your shoulders down, helping you to sit. he kneels down in front of you, he instantly hesitates, but then moves his hands to your face. chris moves your face to the right and the left, looking for some bruise, but there's nothing than fat tears rolling down.

"are you hurt anywhere?" chris asks, frowning his eyebrows. you shake your head, sniffing. "it's okay now, stop crying, you're safe."

"i'm sorry." you apologize, cleaning your tears. chris shakes his head, he hesitantly rests his hand on your knee, giving you a quick squeeze. "thank you for helping me."

"you don't have to thank me." chris says, you nod your head, still sniffing. "what are you doing here alone?" he asks, trying to not sound worried, even he feels a bit.

"i came with a friend..." you murmur.

"and she left you all alone, am i right?" chris says, you low down your head. "are you collecting shitty friends or sum'?" he snorts. you don't answer anything, but maybe he was right. maybe you have shitty friends. chris raises his body and extends a hand to you. "i'll drive you home, c'mon. no more parties for you."

you open a small smile, grabbing his hand. chris pulls you from the floor and quickly leaves your hand, you don't mind, chris looks to be the type of guy that doesn't like too much touch. chris sides eye you, feeling glad you're acting all weird and saying shits he doesn't care again, better than scared like a little mouse.

"oh, thanks for the other night. matt told me what you did for me."

"i don't know what you are talking about, doll."

he acts nonchalant again and you smile.

© chrisbesitos.

[chrisbesitos]

troublemaker!chris looking after younger!reader.

chris' sipping his drink, standing in the corner of the room. they're throwing a party, the house is illuminated by purple lights and a low music is playing. like always, chris is alone, because none of the people in the house are his friends, his brothers hate them, so he never can invite them. but he doesn't care, he doesn't need company at all.

chris tilts his head, noticing something or someone on the couch. he narrows his eyes, trying to see who's laying down, but he realizes it is you. the colourful clothes, full of patterns, all messy, he knows is you. he watches your eyes fully closed, the eyelashes resting on the cheeks, you look so peaceful while sleep in a crowded room.

chris looks around, looking for your personal bodyguard, but matt isn't anywhere in the living room. chris huffs, swiping his fingers on his jaw, smiling disbelief. matt vanished, nick is not around, so then he needs to deal with you.

even though you're not his problem.

he finishes his drink, leaving the red cup on the kitchen table. he walks towards you, pushing drunk strangers out of his way, careless about being polite. chris rolls his eyes, kneeling down, he touches your cheek, trying to wake you up, but you don't even move. he groans, wanting to kill matt for leaving you alone for him taking care.

even though he doesn't need it to do.

chris raises his body, he leans himself and holds you by the waist. he lifts you up, his bare arms swiping through your back. even on your sleep state, you feel you're not on the couch anymore, now you're embraced by warm arms and involved by a comfortable scent. you swipe your arms through chris' neck, he rolls his eyes and tries to push you away, but you're holding him too tight. he's just helping, just moving you to a comfortable place.

he walks towards matt's room, carry you it's like nothing, you light as a feather. chris tries to open matt's room door, but it's locked. he huffs, matt's probably fucking someone and that's why he vanished. good friend, chris thinks. chris thinks about leaving you on nick's room, but the probability of him being with some guy there is big. he rolls his eyes once he realizes he needs to put you on his room.

chris starts to move, walking downstairs to reach his room. he opens the door with his elbow, closing with his foot. chris walks towards the bed, perfectly made, he gently lays you down, grabbing your arms and swiping them away from his neck. you don't even move from your fast asleep state. chris kneels down, unties the lace from your shoes, throwing them on the ground, not caring about being silent.

he covers your body with the blanket and adjusts the pillows for you to be comfortable. chris stares at you for a couple seconds, he's kinda annoyed with all the situation, he's mad at his brothers for leaving you behind, even though you're a grown woman, he's still mad at them. even more for making him deal with you.

even though he doesn't need to do any of this.

he could just let you on the couch, he could care less.

chris leaves the room, walking back upstairs. after a while, the people start to leave, leaving just all the mess for them to clean. chris' sitting on the couch, lazily swiping his feed on his phone, smoking a cigarette nonchalant. his brothers, finally appeared, are cleaning the kitchen table and balcony, chris' doesn't care about helping them, it's not his party at all.

"is y/n in your room? i didn't see her leaving." matt asks, nick shakes his eyes. chris raises his eyebrows, listening to the conversation, but staying in silence. he knows where she is, obviously. "shit, i'm gonna text her."

"she's in my room." chris says, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

"what?!" matt raises his voice, moving towards chris. "what she's doing in your room, chris?"

"jeez, matt, stop acting like i'm a fuckin' perv." chris rolls his eyes, throwing his phone on his pocket. "she's fine, just sleeping. she was fast asleep on the couch, i carried her to a safe place, because you were too busy fucking." chris says, taking a hint of his cigarette, matt looks disbelief. "if you don't believe me, go check yourself. you better not wake her, it's better sleep there than in your shitty bed."

"then where are you gonna sleep?" matt asks, watching chris lifts from the couch and reaching his keys on the coffee table, chris walks towards the stairs.

"don't act like you worry about me, matt." chris says, storming out of the house.

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[chrisbesitos]

troublemaker!chris 'n younger!reader met for the first time.

you are feeling kinda overwhelmed, this party is being too much for you and you're just there for matt, because the party is in his house. while he talks and drinks with his friends, you stepped out of the living room, looking for a quiet place. the loud music is pumping on your ears, you huff and push the bathroom door. instead of finding an empty place, you find a boy smoking a cigarette inside.

"oh, 'm sorry. i thought the bathroom was free." you say. your hand is still on the knob, chewing your lower lip.

"'s fine, you can use it." the boy says, his cigarette hanging on his lips. he lifts to getting out of the bathroom, but you shake your head, getting inside and leaning in the door.

"you can stay, i just need a minute of silence." you say, opening a gentle smile. the boy shakes his shoulders, murmuring something, he sits back on the toilet lid while a cloud of smoke comes out of his mouth. "what are you doing here alone?"

"are you blind or sum', kid?" he murmurs, his eyebrows frowned at you.

"hm, 'm sorry." you say, feeling your cheeks getting flushed by the embarrassment. you tilt your head, noticing the boy looks familiar, you narrow your eyes until you realize he looks like matt, your best friend, but his hair is longer, his eyes look more darker and he has a noticeable bruise on his upper lip. "are you matt's brother? it's chris, isn't it?"

chris slowly nods his head, taking a big hint of his cigarette, you almost couldn't see his face behind the white smoke. you lean over the sink, resting your elbows on it. chris' waiting for you to go away, but for some — weirdo — reason, you stay.

"i don't see you around too much, like i'm always here and most of the time it's just matt and nick." you ramble. chris doesn't say anything, he just shakes his shoulders, you notice he doesn't talk too much. you huff, resting your chin in your hand. "i'm y/n, by the way." you open a bright smile.

"i know, you're that weirdo friend of my brother." he says, his facial expressions don't change anytime, you don't know if you're bothering him, if he's happy or having a good time. chris' face stays the same the whole time. he's hard to read. you don't care about him calling you a weirdo, because it's something that you heard too much in your entire life. "don't matt told you to stay away from me?" he asks.

"what? no. why would he do that?" you giggle, but chris didn't seem to find it funny. you're starting to think he's a bit annoying, but for some reason you still want to talk with him, even though he looks like he doesn't want to talk with you.

but he's so hard to read that you don't know if he's liking it or not, but before you could say anything, the door was abrupt open, hitting against your back.

"shit, 'm sorry." matt apologizes, you nod massaging your back. he steps in, noticing who's the bathroom with you. he narrows his head. "good i found you, what are you doing here with him?"

"i was looking for a quiet place, i thought about hiding in your room, but i was scared of finding people doing... stuff. so i came to the bathroom and your brother was here." you explain, gesturing too much, like you do when you're talking non stop. matt frowns his eyebrows, looking at you and after looking at chris.

"have you done anything with her?" matt asks, putting himself in front of you. chris looks angry now, actually, he looks more offended than angry. he blows the smoke out.

"i was here before, she appears and starts to speak non stop, not my fault, ok?" he defends himself, pointing to you hiding behind matt's body.

"good." he mutters, chris shakes his shoulders... again. matt huffs and grab your hand, pushing you out of the bathroom.

"oh, be careful, matt!" you complain, stepping clumsy out of the room. you just have time to raise your hand and wave to chris, he rolls his eyes and closes the bathroom door. "ouch, matt, you're hurting me."

"i'm sorry, ok? just stay away from chris, he's a troublemaker."

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[chrisbesitos]

⠀⠀⠀# . . . TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS˳ ☠️

introduction︙✶

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . always was and will always be a trouble kid. at school, he used to miss the classes to smoke at the park, failed in most of his exams — when he didn't cheat — and got in fights at the corridors. he dropped school and started to work at a library (really ironic for someone who hates read).

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . is an artist. he loves to draw and paint, he used to spend his time at school drawing on his notebook, but no one ever cared about his talent, because of his bad reputation. when he's not working, or causing some trouble, he's drawing or painting in his room.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . is really misunderstood. he used to get in trouble at school mostly for attention, and because he loves the adrenaline and piss of his dad, because he was never this bad. people just think he's an asshole troublemaker who hates everyone.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . is extremely grumpy. he's with deadpan expression all the time, it's like no one and anything could ever make him smile or happy.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . steal tiny stuff from gas stations for fun, because the adrenaline makes him feel alive. he got in trouble because of this a couple times, but never spent more than one night at the jail. matt hates to get him in the morning at the police station for stealing again.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . live with his brothers since his parents don't want him at their house anymore, but his brothers also don't want him there too. it's not like they hate chris, they love him, but he's too much sometimes and is hard to deal with. they're tired to trying to help him.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . always have a bruise on his face, when he does not come back home with a broken bone. he's a fight seeker and he feels kinda proud and wins a fight.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . is very sad inside. he hides his real feelings, but there's nothing more than sadness inside of him. he always felt misunderstood and alone, even before he started to get in trouble for attention. he found a way to relieve his lonely, but in fact it never helped.

TROUBLEMAKER ! CHRIS who. . . met doll (younger!reader) at a party at his house. he knew she was a friend of matt, a very weirdo one, but his brother always told him to stay away from her and he respected this. but doll showed up in the bathroom while he was smoking there, instead of going away, she stayed and started to talk a lot of things chris didn't care. he thinks she's annoying, but kinda cute.

paired with younger!reader.

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[chrisbesitos]

how old are younger reader and trouble maker chris? :D

omg i totally forgot to put this on the posts! but she's 19 and he's 21.

[chrisbesitos]

hii im new to ur acc and the troublemaker!chris au ! could i have a summary of what it’s about and stuff?

hi. welcome, sweetie! you can check more about them in these two posts:

younger!reader / troublemaker!chris

[chrisbesitos]

hi question how did troublemaker! Chris and younger!reader meet

they met in matt's bathroom at a party in their house!

check here!