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Comfort (Chamber x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

You grew up being called a screw-up, and sometimes those words still stick with you and its hard to ignore them.

Thankfully, Chamber is there to find you and remind you that you're worth so much more than you think. 

GENRE: Hurt/Comfort

WORD COUNT: 1004

WARNINGS: A bit of angst, issues with self-worth

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The day had not been good. Things just didn't seem to be going right, and every time it seemed like things were starting to look up again, everything would go wrong again.

Your mind started to get the better of you very quickly.

Maybe you just couldn't do anything right, you thought to yourself. Maybe you really were just a screw-up. You could be cruel to yourself sometimes. As much as you didn't want to let yourself fall too far, sometimes it was too exhausting to fight with yourself. Sometimes it was just so easy to agree with the little voice that repeated every insecurity to you. You were exhausted.

By the time you get to your room, you're crying. You almost don't have the energy to get to your bed, but you force yourself to keep walking for just a bit longer. Distantly, you can hear your phone ring a few times, but you can't bring yourself to answer it.

You finally let yourself slump onto the mattress, and the tears fall freely.

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Chamber knows that you're not out on a mission. He's been looking for you, but with little success. He's tried calling you, but you haven't answered. He's getting a little worried.

When he reaches your apartment, he knocks a few times. There's a resounding silence. He frowns. He tries the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. He feels a little bad for barging in, but he can't help the knot in his stomach that only grows the longer he doesn't know where you are.

"My love, are you here?" He calls out. He closes the door behind him as he walks in. He hears your sniffles and is immediately concerned.

He stops himself from completely barging into your room to knock on the door frame. The door is open, but he has some semblance of manners even though he has technically already come into your suite uninvited.

"I'm sorry for not knocking earlier, mon chou, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Can I come in?" He waits in the hallway anxiously.

You wipe your eyes. You really don't want him to see you like this, but the desire to curl up and hide is momentarily overshadowed by the desire to be held. You take a shaky breath that does little to stop your hands from shaking before you call out to answer him. You hate how small your voice sounds.

"Yeah."

When he walks into the room, his heart sinks as he looks at you. He's seen you cry before, but never like this. He's by your side in a moment. He doesn't say anything; just opens his arms. You let yourself fall into them and he pulls you into his lap. He can feel the front of his shirt dampen as you fail to hold back the tears, and even though you know he doesn't care if you dirty the shirt you still feel bad. He runs his hands comfortingly across your back.

He lets you cry before he tries to ask you anything. He's never been great with comforting people, but for you, he's more than willing to do anything.

"I'm sorry," you apologize before he gets the chance to actually ask you what's wrong.

He shakes his head. "Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for." The genuine care and concern in his voice are almost enough to make you start crying all over again. He feels the way your arms tighten around him a little.

"What has you so upset, mon chou?" He asks, kissing the top of your head.

You hesitate. You really don't want to dump all of your problems on him, but you also know that he's going to stay worried about it until you explain.

"I just feel useless. Like I can't do anything right. When I was younger, people always said I was a screw-up and honestly, what if they're right?" You're rambling before you even realize it. "I mean, look at me right now, it's kind of pathetic." You laugh, but there's no humour in it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this. I'm sorry."

You shift to move out of his lap, but he easily pulls you back towards him again.

"Stop apologizing, I asked you what was wrong and you told me, so you don't need to apologize." He doesn't sound frustrated with you, just sad to think that you feel the need to keep saying sorry for simply talking about yourself. "And I can assure you, with my entire heart, that you are not a screw-up. You are one of the most wonderful people I know. You're talented and so incredibly skilled in so many things." He pauses and leans back a little to look you in the eyes. "Anyone who has ever told you otherwise does not know what they are talking about. I know that you might not believe it yourself, but I will do my best to always remind you." There are tears in your eyes again, still emotional from earlier but now even more so after his little talk. He kisses you while he holds your face in his hands and brushes away your tears with his thumbs.

"Thank you, Vincent." Your throat feels tight, but no longer from sadness. You can see how much he cares about you, and it makes you want to cry again but tears of happiness.

He keeps holding you and the two of you sit there together in comfortable silence. Eventually, you must drift off to sleep, because when you open your eyes again you're laying down, still in his arms. He's still sleeping, looking peaceful and soft. You don't know how you got this lucky to have someone who will look after you without hesitation. Someone who loves you just as much as you love them.

You let yourself fall back asleep, cuddling closer to him. Even in sleep, he wraps his arms around you just a bit tighter.