Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

Concern

A/N: just some late night idea in my head. that somehow is gonna come out in one form or another. some how this one is more my anxiety issues and i just made it into an idea i guess. fuck if i know. unedited, don't come for me. be prepared.

The tears won't stop pouring.

It's like the moment the thoughts enslaved their way inside your mind, the flood gates opened and caused the dam to just burst. The best thing you knew to do was call the brightest person you know. The only person besides him to see the side of you that makes you hate the inner demons you can't seem to make go away the most.

The blonde's hand rests on your shoulder. She had given up on comforting you the way she normally does. Food and all. Cause what's better then a cry session and then to stuff your face to avoid more tears?

Her hand rubs circles as you curl into her side. She lets you sob into her black shirt. Not the least most concerned about the fact you are getting slobber all over her t shirt. Or the fact the makeup from earlier as you ran errands is now coming off and probably leaving a face print on it.

It's not the first time.

It won't be the last either.

"It's okay."

She coos.

"I'll be ready to listen when you want to talk."

She smiles as she sways you the best she can given you are curled into her side.

A rare occasion for you at the most.

Sure. you had cuddle sessions when you were single. When she was single. It's what the two of you do. It always had been. She knew the most about you. More then the man who currently takes the head position of cuddles now.

Sniffling, you wipe at your eyes and sigh against her. She can feel you shuffle from her. Deciding to sit up and turning to where your body faces her. Moving your leg to curl under the other and that big oversized motionless hoodie covering your legs making it look like you are naked under it. Even though you are wearing shorts under it.

You feel fucking ridiculous.

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes at your own stupid thoughts but they stay there. They haunt you. They always had. They always will more then likely.

Still, you need to tell someone about this. Someone needs to be there for you.

"I uh."

Thinking it now, after the tears had been poured out. It sounds so dumb.

"I uh."

Fuck, you mumble under your breath.

A hand going to your hair to push back the strands in your face.

She just waits patiently. Not pushing. No sign of judgement. She just waits till you are ready to speak.

"I feel like Chris doesn't love me."

It sounds dumb.

Still, she doesn't judge you. Instead, she reaches out for your hand and rests it in her lap. No sign of annoyance at your confession. She understands. She always has. She sees it from your side. She sees it from his. She is practical. She gets it. She is just..

She is the go to you trust so very much.

"Oh love."

She pats your hand.

"You know that's just the anxiety talking right?"

You aren't sure anymore.

It's..