ONE SHOTS ; james marriott (on hiatus)

MUFFLED, trans masc

GENRE : angst, fluff
TW : implied dysphoria
SONG : pretend, alex g

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writers pov -

you had, had a shit day at your work, the constant misgendering had really been getting to you.

not only that but the stress of deadlines for it was getting to you aswell

you definitely regretted working a 9 to 5, but what else could you do? you needed the money.

as you walk in the door to you and your roommates shared apartment, you go straight to your room. ignoring james as you walked in

you didn't make a big scene or anything. you just slowly walked to your room. staying quiet as small tears formed in your eyes

still, it wasn't very normal for you to ignore james, so as you shut the door of your room and locked it behind you, slumping to the floor, you heard soft footsteps leading to your room

"y/n?" james questioned as he knocked on your door

you stay quiet, making sure your roommate couldn't hear your sobs

"you okay?" he said softly trying to open the door, which obviously didn't open

"can you open the door please?" he asked, a worried tone in his voice

you swiftly unlock the door for your roommate, james. still not saying a word and instead bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle your sobs which even though they were only sobs, you thought they were much too feminine.

he opens the door and your immediate response is to avoid eye contact with him

you stare at your shakey hand whilst the other one is still placed over your mouth

in hein sight it probably wasn't helping much by basically restricting your own breathing, but you didn't care.

he knelt down infront of you, gently moving the hand that was on your mouth away; so that you could breathe properly

"y/n." he speaks, a lot more softly than his usual voice

you stand up, not wanting to talk

james stands up aswell, directly in front of you.

you didn't look at his face. you couldn't look at his face

y/n's pov -

"y/n. you can talk t-" he gets cut off by the top of my head gently hitting his chest

"im sorry" I sob out, keeping my head down

"what, why are you sorry? you have nothing to be sorry about" he speaks gently

I didn't speak after that. I didn't want to speak at all, it was enough of a fight to mumble out the two previous words

he was right, I think.

I don't know why I said I was sorry. maybe it was because I was having to bore the man with my issues. that I was supposed to be dealing with on my own.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug to which he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and sitting down on my bed

I rested my head on his chest as he gently played with my hair.

my thoughts slowed and so did my sobs as I calmed down, I felt safe

I felt safe in his arms.

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A/W ; god I never write oneshots so these are gonna be shit for a while lmao

also my oneshots will souly be based on what music I'm listening to while I write it, and this one was wrote whilst listening to pretend by alex g, expect a hell of a lot of angst !!