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Hello!!! So this is a new oneshots series of mine, so welcome<333

Genre: Hurt To comfort

Reader: Transmasc

Warnings: Dysphoria, mild self degrading,

No use of the term "y/n"

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Dysphoria.

Everyone has struggled with it at some point. Some more so than others,

but it was always there.

You always felt it. How you stared at yourself in the mirror a bit longer, how you tugged at your clothes. You always felt it.

Even now, as you and Miles were about to go out to a 7-11, you couldn't help but feel it.

The way your waist was just a bit too thin, how your binder didn't cover absolutely everything. Your hips curving in a feminine way. You hated it.

"Mmm, chico lindo, ya' ready?" Said a much deeper voice, followed by hands snaking around your slim waist.

The nickname made you feel better. But not fully.

"Do you think I look.." you trail off, not wanting to spoil the mood with you 'insecurities'.

Miles propped his chin on your shoulder, the height difference between you two wasn't gross, but noticable. His eyebrow raised as he looked into your eyes in the mirror. "Look like what?"

You hesitate, moving a hand up to cup his face.

"..feminine?" You ask, making Miles frown at you in the mirror. "Feminine?" He repeated, hugging you closer to his chest.

You nod slowly, unable to tear your eyes away from your reflection.

Miles didn't like that.

"Look," he said, spinning you around so your back was to the mirror, front to him. He kept one hand on your waist, the other was cupping your face. "Many guys look feminine. You're no different, mi amor."

You sigh, opening your mouth to speak, but Miles didn't let you.

"You're handsome, beautiful and the most attractive guy I know." He said in a softer voice, his head slowly tilted downward to see you. Your chin was pulled up by his right hand, forcing you to look at him. "And I'd never trade you for anyone."

It was such a simple sentence, but it hit you so hard in the chest.

"Oh." Tears begin to sting your eyes. "Oh, that's.. sweet."

You looked up at Miles, who had a panicked expression on his face. "Oh, no no no no no, nena, te hice llorar!?" He yelped, his hands rushing to cup your face tightly, tugging you closer.

You chuckled, letting out a soft sniffle. "No, no you didn't." You said softly smiling up at him, but he didn't stop freaking out.

"Ay- but you're crying?!" He whined, smashing your face in your palms. It warmed your heart, making your fingers sting.

You sigh. "I don't look like a boy." It hurt to finally say it, but you believed it.

Miles' brows stitched. "Nuh-uh, no. We aren't doing that." He said sharply, half-glaring at you. "You're more handsome than most men, baby. You look more man than most men. So what if you have a few curves? Everyone does, querido."

You sniff, groaning softly. "Jeez- I made us late. We had to go to-" "Shush." He hissed, frowning.

Miles was frowning down at you, it made you feel like you did something horribly wrong.

"I want you to say it." He said sharply, eyes still narrowed. "Say "I'm a pretty boy.", love."

You were stunned. "I'm- I'm what?.." you looked up at him with awestriken eyes.

You felt heat rush to your face, eyes welling up with tears.

"Say it, bebé. " He said in a tone a bit lower, eyes darkening.

"I'm.. a pretty boy." You say, blood rushing to your cheeks.

God, it made you cringe.

"Damn fuckin' right, estúpido." He said, grabbing your wrist.

"Now, let's go get some fucking slushies before I get sleepy." He hissed as if it were the most important thing ever. He dragged you along, and you couldn't help but stare up at him.

"Yeah, alright." You said, a soft smile creeping up your lips.

Maybe you thought you didn't look like a boy,

but he did.

And that was as comforting as it could get.

TIMESKIP

Miles grabbed two cups of raspberry and blueberry slushies and balanced them in one arm while he grabbed two diet cokes, balancing them in his elbow.

You snorted. "Miles, seriously, give me-"

"Nuh-uh!" He frowned, narrowing his eyes down at you, "No, preciosa, puedo hacer esto!!" He denied, hugging the drinks to his chest as he tried to reach for pocky.

You grabbed it before he did, making him whined out.

"Hah! Loser." You tease, putting the pocky in the basket. "Milo, don't be stupid, put the shit in the basket." You say, offering it.

He hesitated, gazing at the basket before releasing a sigh, you didn't even know why he hated help.

"Fine, but I'm holding it!" He countered, snatching the basket as if you'd fight him for it, whereas you shrugged.

"Okay, baby." You chuckled, giving him a peck before you two walked to the register.

"Hel-"

"Good day, ma'am and sir!!" The woman beams, grinning wildly.

Miles immediately grew livid, his hand moving to the pocket knife he kept in his jeans.

You caught that, swatting his hand away. Though, you were very upset as well.

"Excuse me, you can clearly see he's a guy." Miles hissed, biting the insults back as he spoke through gritted teeth, eyes darkened onto the woman.

The woman gaped for a while, scanning you. "Ah- I-.." she started, trying to justify herself, though you knew damn well Miles would cut her down either way.

"Cállate, carajo." He hissed, slamming the items down. "Scan them, bag them, don't keep us waiting." He growled, sending the woman a shiver.

She grabbed the bag and began to scan everything, going silent.

You sigh, looking over at Miles. You were definitely crying and sobbing inside, but that would definitely send Miles over the edge, so you kept up the cool front.

Miles sighed, pulling you closer. "I'll kill her f-" "Miles, no." "Gotcha'."

You smile, looking up at him, he's still glaring at the worker, mumbling Spanish swears you could barely make out.

Once y'all grabbed your stuff, you headed out, walking down the street to the apartment.

"You're the most handsome boy ever, y'know that, right?" He asks, looking down at you from the corner of his eye, his words laced with restrained anger.

"I know, baby, you tell me all the time." You smile, taking his hand, swinging it forward and back like a child, making him chuckle.

"You're amazing as well, the whole package." He teased, grinning.

"Am I now?" You tease back, leaning on him.

He looks down the street, it'd take them hardly three minutes to get back home.

"Yeah," he said softly, wrapping a hand around you. "Yeah, you are."

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Sorry for the short oneshot, but I wanted to get something out!

I'll be doing a lot of ftm, mtf readers mainly because I don't see enough of them and I love writing them!