#james Marriott oneshot

[despairat6oclock]

Espresso Hearts

Synopsis: an artist and musician who finds comfort in a stranger's silence.

fem! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 890~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: none really

[m.list]

The soft settle glow of the sun painted a perfect picturesque scene as it fluttered through the coffee shop windows.

The golden light casting perfectly across the wooden floors of the shop. The shop was less crowded than usual at this hour, giving the chance to actually acquire a seat and get some work done.

On his daily coffee run, James took his time walking down the path to his favorite coffee shop. The sky had just the perfect amount of clouds that painted the perfect backdrop without it being too chilly.

A soft hum of amusement evaporated against James’ vocal cords at the sight of a not so clustered shop at this hour.

With his laptop, and small pocket book, James was now grateful he had packed the two mediums; maybe he could find some inspiration.

And maybe that inspiration was perched inside a corner also searching for the same.

Ordering his usual, fingers tapping against the counter top as he waits for his drink, James takes a look around.

Majority of the shop's tiny booths were filled, with a few empty scattered around James would have to settle with. Unless.

Lounging beside the window, the sun perfectly highlighting her like she was a beacon he was always meant to find.

Mindlessly sketching inside a leather bound notebook, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands hanging out and a sweater the color of green leafs in springs.

With his iced coffee in hand, James makes his way over to the enticing women in the far corner.

“Excuse me... I was wondering if I could sit here? Just for a few minutes.” James pips up, nerves igniting within him.

“Go ahead” was just a soft mutter from between her lips, nothing more and nothing less. Not even a glance at him.

The chair screeching against the floor it's dragged upon, James sat directly across from her. Eyes not so secretly appearing down onto the pages of abstract lines and void of color. Besides her was a half drinking plastic cup of matcha and a barely touched espresso glass that had a perfect peachy lipstick stain.

Pulling out his own notebook and laptop, James took this opportunity to revise some lyrics that had been racking his brain.

Minutes tick by so quickly, that half an hour had gone and both barely moved a muscle or breathed a word. The music of a pencil rough against parchment led James' eyes to the women's notebook once again.

The lines that had seemed to lead nowhere was now a perfect contracted top-half of a person. With an oddly familiar pair of glasses and disheveled hair, and the same tuff on the collar of the jacket as James wore.

She must have felt James staring, as her eyes worked their way up to his as they gazed down at her work.

Her hand spreads out across the paper, each digit attempting to hide what was already seen.

“I'm James”

His smile held a charismatic charm he was unaware he had.

“Y/N”

She answered with a simple nod, her voice the same soft pitch as before.

James' smile never flatters as he presses save on his document and focuses back onto her.

“You come here often?”

“Some mornings after a run,” Chewing her bottom lip as her eyes don't know where to land. “And you?”

“Most days, it's a part of my little morning routine.”

Gesturing towards the scene of the notebook and laptop laid before him with her chin, “What are you working on?”

“A song”

“You're a musician?”

“Mhm.”

Seeming to take it in with a nod, “Can I hear something of yours?”

Trying to play off the heat that rises onto his cheeks, pulling out some earbuds before offering one to her.

“Here uh…”

Palms clammy as he pulls up an audio file that starts playing a bit too loud. Causing both to wince as James hurried to lower the volume.

“Sorry sorry!”

Awkwardly chuckling while he intensely observed her. Each small head movement and quite hum a criticism he mentally wrote down.

“You're really good”

“Really?” Stumbling over his syllables as he quickly takes back the earbuds she was gesturing over.

A nod as she folds over a ribbon onto her sketch and closes its cover, “Do you release it on anything?”

“Just the normal platforms” he coughed, fingers tracing the lines and indents of his cup’s lid.

Looking out the window, the sun intensified the shine of her eyes as she watched the traffic go by.

“Would you like to do this again?” With a tilt of her head as she glanced over James’ face.

With a gulp of nerves and a flutter in his chest, “Y-yeah, love to.”

Tearing off a piece of napkin her now empty espresso sat upon, scribbling down an array of numbers.

“Call me” she smiled, her tone an octave louder with a dose of confidence.

Sliding the corner of paper to the man across from her, before settling her belongings into a small drawstring bag.

“See you.” James forced out as she moved out of her seat.

Walking by, hand delicately ghosting against his shoulder as she walked past towards the door. Nothing more than a fantom of a touch, one that closely mimics the growing feeling within his chest.

[ch4rryc0smos]

─ HEY.ᐟ

╰── call me hazel or haze, or whatever it is your heart desires ⁞ any ⁞ cancer ⁞ infj ⁞ linh cinder + evan hansen kinnie ⁞ devout writer hitting my thirteen year mark next year ⁞ preacher of love and human spirit ⁞ astronomy and biology + literature nerd ⁞ biggest nature lover out there ⁞ chronic people watcher and enjoyer of the mundane ♡

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐲𝐞𝐬?

⌕ media ➼ ultraman: rising, voltron: legendary defender, the dragon prince, genshin impact, honkai star rail, formula one, shatter me, marble hornets, the lunar chronicles, sally face, obey me, supa strikas, alien stage, call of duty, tokyo revengers, dear evan hansen, the mandela catalogue, vita carnis, local58, cells at work, hamilton, challengers.

⌕ music artists ➼ flawed mangoes, lor, hozier, paris paloma, bon iver, sleep token, billie eilish, voilá, sydney rose, conan gray, gracie abrams, ben platt, jade lemac, james marriott, novo amor, jorge rivera-herrans, chloe ament.

⌕ likes ➼ reading, writing, psychology, biology, literature, history, anthropology, autumn, cats, foxes, deep conversations, people watching, planetariums, flower crowns, the human spirit, the night sky.

⌕ dislikes ➼ heights, arthropods, loud noises, narrow-mindedness, dishonesty, extreme temperature, arrogance, people who do not take accountability, snobby people.

⌕ passions ➼ anarchy, biology, literature, linguistics, history, art in every form, humans, anthropology, sociology, psychology, astronomy, media that tears your heart out, writing to one's heart's content.

⌕ hobbies ➼ writing, reading, moodboard-making, planning, organising, proof-reading, editing, people-watching, loving life to the best of my ability, loving.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 .ᐟ

⭔ — i would love to go on to study psychology or literature! it's in my plans actually.

⭔ — in the future, if i remain in the country i live in, i intend to move in with a friend and get two cats <3 it's not something big, perhaps, but in my heart, it is.

⭔ — wanted to learn how to crochet at some point. i sing a bit, not great, just because i like to. my friends like it!

⭔ — cancer sun, virgo moon, and gemini rising! i have some taurus placements, if i'm not mistaken, that is.

⭔ — i'm asian but get mistaken for every other nationality EVER. also my accent is apparently a mix of aussie + british, so that's something to add onto it.

⭔ — on the topic of accents, i'm an auditory learner, so if i listen to an accent enough, i can practically pick it up, i did that with scottish a while back.

⭔ — i've got three favourite colours, well, i like colours, i like life, but i love navy blue, cherry red (is it obvious?), and forest green, they're so ♡

⭔ — big emotion girl, i get them intense, i'm not normal about anything in life, it's too wondrous, and we're too special to be "normal". we're literally made of dying stars, isn't that wonderful?

⭔ — since i can't draw, i'll probably write [including drabbles/imagines & oneshots, maybe even series'] for my f/o's! and i'm not sure if my s/i's will have different names, but that could happen, also couldn't, it just depends. :')

⭔ — i have oc x canon ships, in genshin. although, also a lot of lore, so it would take a while to explain. :') maybe one day i can and will!

⭔ — uh i actually have gad, social anxiety, and ptsd, just saying, i'm an anxious girl, and silly. i'm silly. please let me be :')

⭔ — i'm also a major overthinker & maladaptive daydreamer, and a bit awkward when it comes to social interactions, so i might take some time to reply to asks! sometimes i'm too burnt out to reply to things, or can go on indefinite hiatuses, so beware. :')

⭔ — asks, likes, and some interaction will probably happen from @wordsfromawiltingsoul, as that is my main! :') just a heads up ♡‌‌

⭔ — dni; xenophobe / proshipper / bigot / basic dni criteria

[ ch4rryc0smos © 2024 ]

[megansabode]

CAR LIGHTS

Shoto's father would never let him be with a boy. Never. And definitely not the one with black hair and sparkly eyes and a hand that Shoto wants to hold and-

Shit.

Shoto's got it bad.

-

Shoto invites Hanta to a house party to try and work out his feelings. But it just makes him think more about how his father feels about boys with boys.

Inspired by the song 'Car Lights' by James Marriott.

Listen here:

Seroki oneshot (also posted on ao3 @/megansabode

TW: homophobia

contains: endeavour bashing, confused shoto, flirty sero, kissing with tongue, a house party and a first kiss

Am I allowed to feel like this? Shoto thinks whenever he looks at Hanta. Sero Hanta. The boy with the flat hair. The boy with the tape in his elbows. The boy with the grey eyes. The boy that, for whatever reason, Shoto thinks is the most beautiful boy in the world.

But Shoto isn’t allowed to think that. Hanta is a boy. Why should he feel like this about a boy? Someone who’s the same gender as him?

His father will hit him if he ever finds out. So Shoto intends to keep it a secret. A secret until his father inevitably finds out. He will find out, sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time, Shoto thinks. A matter of time until his father finds out that Shoto isn’t as straight as he thought he was.

The thought makes Shoto want to bite his fingers off. Because what if his father does find out? And what if Hanta then finds out what his father is really like? What then?

He jumps when his phone goes off and he picks it up. It’s his older sister, Fuyumi.

Fuyumi

Hey Shoto, Dad wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come back home for a house party? You can invite one friend xx

Shoto smiles at the ‘kisses’, as Fuyumi calls them, at the end of her message. He pulls up his keyboard and messages her back.

Shoto

Do I have to talk to him?

Fuyumi

Not at all Sho x

Shoto

Okay. I’ll think about it. Thank you.

She sends a red heart back and he puts his phone down. Now he just has to work out who to ask. He has an idea, but whether or not he’ll have the courage to ask, he doesn’t know.

~~~

The roof of the Class 1-A dorm building is probably the only place that Shoto really feels safe on. It’s weird–it’s a roof, but with the wind blowing through his hair and the view of the city of Hosu below him, it’s comforting.

And someone else comes up here every night.

“Shoto!” Hanta shouts, grinning as he sits down next to the boy with the two-toned hair. “I didn’t think you’d be up here today!”

“Hello, Hanta.” Shoto looks at him and immediately feels it again. The twinge in his chest. The urge to lean in. He sees the sparkle in Hanta’s eyes and fuck, he’s got it bad. But he looks away and tries to think of a conversation starter.

The party. His brain tells him. Right. “Hey, Hanta, my father’s holding a house party soon.”

“He is?” Hanta grins and Shoto wishes he could be blind. “That’s so cool, I wish my dad would do something like that.”

And Shoto wishes his dad wasn’t Endeavour. “I can invite one friend. Would…” Shoto, compose yourself, damn it. “Would you like to come with me?”

Hanta’s grin reaches both sides of his face. “Seriously? I would love to!” Thank the Gods. “But…isn’t your dad a…rough spot?”

“My sister said I don’t have to talk to him. And I know the way up to the roof of my house. Nobody will find us up there.” Hanta nods. “I’ll find out the time and date and then send it to you, okay?”

“Sounds good! I’ll keep my calendar free!” Shoto nods and silence falls between the two boys. Silence between them is never bad or awkward. They just…understand each other.

Hanta has two sisters and a brother. They play a game called ‘Minecraft’ together, which Shoto had never even heard of before until Hanta made him play it in his dorm.

Shoto died. Multiple times. But it was all worth it to feel Hanta’s hands on top of his as he showed him how to use the controller.

Shoto instinctively moves his hand to touch Hanta’s, then pulls it back. No. He isn’t allowed to do that. His father would hate him for it.

Then Hanta moves his hand. And interlocks his smallest finger with Shoto’s.

Yeah. Shoto has it bad.

~~~

He lays on his bed for around an hour, wondering how the fuck to phrase a message to Hanta. Hey so I actually like you more than my father would ever like me to like a guy and I want to date you? He doesn’t even know how to date him, how is he supposed to know what it truly feels like to love someone?

Or should he just say, We can’t talk anymore because I like you too much and my father will actually kill you because he hates gay people and I don’t know why I’m saying this because we aren’t even dating and I don’t know how to feel about you because this is so confusing and you probably only see me as a friend.

His hand hovers over the send button for a few seconds until he sends a single word.

Shoto

Hello

The reply is instant.

Hanta

Hey! How are you?

Shoto

Good. The party is in three days at 5:30PM

Hanta

Okay! I’m free then!

Shoto

Good.

Shoto thinks that if he says the word, ‘good’ one more time then he’ll rip his fucking hair out. Why does he have to always say the same thing? Why can’t he just say something normal?

Hanta

You good?

Shoto

Of course I am.

Hanta

You just seemed a little tense earlier haha

Shoto narrows his eyes. A lowercase ‘haha’ from Hanta is never a good sign.

Shoto

Well, I could ask you that question. Got anything on your mind?

Hanta

A lot of things ;)

What is that supposed to mean?

Shoto

Elaborate?

Hanta

I’m just playing with ya Shoto. See you at the party

Shoto

Okay.

And Shoto falls asleep with the image of the winking face on his mind.

~~~

After an agonising three days of waiting, Shoto stands outside Hanta’s dorm. They’ve barely talked since the text messages a couple days ago, but that just happens with them. Their meetings are short but stay in Shoto’s mind for weeks.

Hanta grins when he walks out of his dorm, dressed up in a black tuxedo. Shoto clears his throat when he sees it, trying to keep the heat at his cheeks away. Hanta laughs and just grabs Shoto’s hand, pulling him down the stairs.

Now Shoto’s cheeks do heat up. They wait outside the school together until a black cab picks them up and Shoto sits in the front while Hanta stays in the back. Occasionally, Shoto catches Hanta looking at him in the rearview mirror, and he quickly looks out of the window to the side of him.

Fuck. Why is he still fucking feeling like this? He’s not supposed to. He can’t–he’s not allowed.

He should’ve just brought Bakugo with him so that he doesn’t need to worry about any of this. Bakugo can just talk to his sister and Shoto can sit on his roof. Simple.

But Hanta? Shoto doesn’t think he can last five more seconds in the same room as him.

Shoto catches Hanta staring at him in the mirror again. And this time, Hanta winks.

Fuck.

They manage to arrive at Shoto’s family house before he fucking dies and he steps out, going to open Hanta’s door before the boy opens it himself.

Okay. That’s fine. Shoto didn’t even need to open it anyway. It’s completely fine. Shoto definitely hasn’t maybe, definitely made himself look like a fool.

His sister grins when she sees him and runs up to the two. “Oh, Shoto, I’m so glad you could come!” She wraps her arms around him.

“Hey, Fuyumi.” She pulls away and looks at Hanta, still beaming.

“And you must be Sero! Shoto’s told me all about you!” Hanta smiles as he greets Fuyumi. “Now, come inside!”

Shit. Shoto doesn’t want to come inside. In fact, he’d much rather stay out here. But Hanta looks too eager. He walks forward, before he turns back. “Shoto?” There are too many people inside. The world sways under Shoto’s feet. “Hey.” Hanta puts his hand on Shoto’s shoulder.

“I’m fine-“ Shoto says quickly but Hanta grabs his hand and pulls him to go into the house.

And now it doesn’t seem that scary anymore.

Hanta pushes through the crowds, gushing ‘excuse me’s’ and apologising whenever he bumps into people. The guests don’t seem to mind, though. “You got anywhere we can go?” Hanta yells over the loud music that Shoto has drowned out as soon as they had walked in. Shoto nods and leads Hanta to the back of the house. “Phew! I thought I was about to lose a leg in there.”

Shoto almost laughs before he stops himself. No. His father could be anywhere. He can’t risk it. Not now. “We can get to the roof from here.” He pulls down a silver ladder and starts climbing up it. Hanta follows him. The flashing, colourful lights of the party fade away once they’re on the roof and they perch on the overlapping tiles, looking around.

“It’s beautiful up here.” Hanta whispers, looking at Shoto. “But, hey, not as beautiful as you.”

Shoto feels his cheeks burn. “Are you flirting with me, Hanta?”

“Maybe. What’re you gonna do about it?” Shoto almost turns before he stops.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say things like that.” Shoto says. “It’s not safe here.”

Hanta purses his lips as he looks around. “Why not?”

“My father. He’s- he’s not very nice about these things.” Hanta doesn’t look mad. If anything, he looks concerned. “Aren’t you mad?”

“Shoto, have you really let yourself believe him?” Shoto makes eye contact with Hanta. “Seriously?”

“He’s my father-“

“Just because he’s your father doesn’t mean he rules your life. Just because you’re related to him doesn’t mean his opinions matter.” Shoto stiffens at that. “Shoto, I’m going to ask you one question. Are we friends? Or are we more than that?”

Shoto opens his mouth to protest but Hanta cuts him off. “Don’t think about your dad. Think about you.”

Shoto looks to the side. He wants to be more than friends with Hanta, he just knows it. He knows it from the way his pupils dilate when he thinks about Hanta, he knows it from the love letters plastered on his walls that he wrote, he knows it from the thrill he gets from sparring with Hanta, he knows it.

Shoto nods. “I want to be…more than friends.”

“Then stop being so tense.” Shoto looks at Hanta, the latter of which is smiling vaguely. “Loosen up.”

The boy with the multicoloured eyes and hair, the boy that Hanta can never take his eyes off of sighs. “How do I loosen up?”

“Let me teach you.” Hanta cups Shoto’s face and starts to lean in. He stops when he’s close and waits for Shoto to do something, anything.

Shoto stares at him blankly. Then, he leans in and pressed his lips against Hanta’s.

Their first kiss isn’t pretty. Teeth clash, tongues collide sloppily, and neither boy knows exactly where to put his hands. But after they pull away at first, Shoto puts his left hand at the back of Hanta’s head and his right hand at Hanta’s waist, then leans in again.

Hanta moves his arms to wrap around Shoto’s neck as their lips press against each other’s, and this time the kiss starts out slow. They ease into it, and soon Hanta pushes his tongue against Shoto’s lips. Shoto instinctively opens his lips, and Hanta pushes his tongue through, making Shoto gasp as he feels it against the top of his mouth. “This okay?” Hanta mutters.

Shoto nods, then leans in more, his hand on Hanta’s waist moving to the boy’s chest. His other hand grabs a fistful of black hair as he presses his tongue against Hanta’s. Shoto grins as Hanta gasps, then the former tilts his head to get a more comfortable position.

They’re learning. They both try to stay at a steady pace, but soon get too eager and just make out until one of them needs to take a breath. But before either boy can pull away, a voice behind them makes Shoto pull away quickly.

“If you’re going to make out with a boy on the roof, could you at least do it where I can’t see it? I don’t need to see your tongue down his throat.” Natsuo. Shoto’s older brother. Shoto sighs as he sits down next to them. “And you’re lucky dad hasn’t seen you yet.”

“He won’t.” Shoto says. “He doesn’t know the way up to the roof.”

“Yeah, because his fat ass would break the ladder.” Hanta laughs at that, then stops when the two siblings stare at him.

“What? It was funny!”

“Shoto, is this your boyfriend?” Shoto’s jaw drops at Natsuo’s question, but Hanta is quick to respond.

“Mhm.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s hand. “He is.”

“I am?”

“You are.” Hanta laughs at Shoto’s sudden shocked expression. “What? You thought after we made out it was just nothing?”

Shoto looks back at Natsuo to see him fake-gagging. He shoves his brother, then turns back around. “No, I just-“

“Okay, I’m leaving now. Go make out more if you want, but don’t choke each other.” Shoto rolls his eyes at Natsuo’s comment and Hanta cups his face again.

“We need to find a place where we won’t be found.” Shoto nods. “Come on.” Hanta tightens his grip on his hand and they go back down the ladder, then start to run.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see!” Hanta laughs as he runs, causing Shoto to laugh too. “I’ve never heard you laugh before!” Hanta looks over his shoulder and smiles.

Yep. Shoto still has it bad.

“I don’t do it much.” Shoto says in a quieter voice, almost crashing into Hanta as the latter stops. “Where are we?”

“Use your fire to light up the lanterns.” Shoto nods and shoots fire into the lanterns that he can see, which soon light up the landscape around them.

They’re on a wooden bridge, over a river full of coy fish. Shoto’s eyes widen when he looks over the edge, holding onto the railing of the bridge. “Holy shit…” He whispers. Hanta laughs and grabs onto the railing next to him.

“I found this a couple years ago and wanted to reserve it for a special moment. Nobody really comes here, the area around it is all overgrown.” Shoto looks at the darkened trees on the other side of the bridge to see that it is, in fact, overgrown. Very overgrown.

Hanta smiles and leans his head on Shoto’s shoulder. “Promise me you won’t listen to your father’s opinions again?”

“Promise.” Shoto mutters.

“Now come here.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s face and leans in, stopping just before he hits Shoto’s lips. And when Shoto leans in, he smiles.

The cars lining the road behind them light up the moonlit sky full of the constellations both boys would steal for another in a heartbeat.

—

this is like the first time i’ve written kissing with tongue because when i write it in an x reader it just weirds me out idk why

but this was so fun to write i love them so much omg

[genderlessbleach]

‼️BLEACH INTRO POST‼️

WHAT IS UP GENDERLESS NATION ITS ME BLEACH UP IN THIS BUSINESS!!!

(You can put me down for this one)

Hi gang, my name is Bleach. I use They/She Pronouns, and I'm a multifandom dweller and Ao3 author. I took a hiatus on writing for a bit and worked on improving that you should be able to see in some upcoming fics!!

Fics may go on hold again as I'm picking the Gen Loss transcripts back up again. I had put them on hold due to my ADHD and getting in over my head. Then I got fixated on other things, so I'm most likely going to make it a group project to keep me accountable for the project, so look out for that soon.

You can find my Ao3 here if you'd like to check my stuff out!

The fandoms you'll probably see me interact with the most and/or write about are as follows:

-APHMAU, MINECRAFT DIARIES, MY STREET, PHOENIX DROP HIGH!!!! MY STREET IS BACK AND SO IS MY CHILDHOOD HYPERFIXATION BABY LET'S GO

- Generation Loss/Ranboo

- ASMP/Aimsey

- Charlie Slimecicle

- JSchlatt

- Ted Nivison

- James Marriott

- MCYT in general (excluding Dteam, W*lbur, and some more I'm probably forgetting rn)

- The Band Ghost

- Midwestern Emo Bands in general

- Parkour Civilization

Anyways, thank you for reading this, and I have stuff coming in very, very soon. >:3

Currently working on:

She Had Beautiful Eyes - Amnesia Was Her Name rewrite! Found here

Parkour Civilization oneshot -not released

Garrance + Laurgene oneshots(?) -not released

Generation Loss Transcripts -not yet released

Generation Loss Sneeg & Frank fic - possibly not being released ON HOLD

Spiderverse fic -possibly not being released ON HOLD

Beauty, Horror, Eaten Alive -ASMP Cannibalism fic- possibly not being released ON HOLD

If I see any type of weird behavior, you will be blocked!!

Thank you,

Bleach!

[damn-behzinga]

You Walked In And My Heart Went Boom

James Marriott X Reader

summary- reader and james have a heart to heart at two am.

warnings- swearing, my terrible writing

masterlist

a/n - sorry it's short I've been busy :^)

I rubbed my eyes, trying to pry the tiredness out of my eyes as I opened the door. I quickly became more awake as I saw something I didn't expect.

That something was James soaking wet from the storm that was happening outside.

A clap of thunder echoed throughout my flat causing me to quickly move to the side so James could enter.

"I'll make you a tea." I smiled softly as he made his way to the couch. I grabbed a towel as the kettle boiled before settling down in front of him and rubbing his face lightly with the towel.

James and I had met at Summer In The City and became unlikely friends. I was quiet, did more musical and painting videos; whereas James was loud and made videos talking about people's actions. So yeah, the two of us were unlikely friends.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" I asked as soft as possible, passing him his mug. "Or do you want to get some sleep?"

James sighed his eyes flickering as he debated in his head. He sighed before speaking, "Do you remember the first time we filmed together?"

"Of course I do." I smiled. "I offered you like a thousand drinks because I didn't know what to get you." I giggled. James snorted.

"We then ate biscuits and got really deep whilst talking about life." James chuckled. "I thought I had scared you off with the shit I came out with."

"You could never!" I laughed. A silence surrounded us. "You want to tell me what's going on? We can go to bed if you want?"

James didn't speak for a minuet. He needed to tell you.

"I fell in love with you." He whispered.

I stayed there, my mouth agape, trying to process the information.

"I didn't want to fuck everything up but you walked into my room with a massive smile and I knew I was fucked!" James' eyes never left his cup of tea. "I knew you would never love someone like me because- let's face it- we're polar opposites. There was a moment where I saw you smile and I thought, just for a second, maybe you could fall for me too," He scoffed, eyes watering. "But that'll never happen, will it?"

I felt tears well up in my eyes from the confession. "Oh James-" I sighed.

"Please, don't feel sorry for me." He groaned, his voice wobbly from unshed tears. "Can you go back to being my best friend and not the person I just confessed my love for?" James stood up and paced back and forth.

"James, I love you too." I smiled.

"Why?" He said, staring at me.

"Because you are the most caring, smart, handsome man I have ever met. You light up a room when you walk in it. You're funny and friendly." I stated a few things. "I love you too, and I am willing to try this relationship if you are."

"Of course I am."

[emiwuaidmslomc]

I know you can relate.

[uwuthority]

small (memeulous x reader)

okay so babith georgie 🥺

honestly he’s just so cute

little snuggly boi

i feel as though he portrays himself as some alpha male, but deep down he’s honestly just a big baby

he may be taller but that don’t mean shit.

it’d take him a while to get used to the idea that he doesn’t have to be some big man around you

a few times you told him he doesn’t have to be some henched dude

you were big on society erasing gender stereotypes

where the guy has to hold the girl and be her loyal protector all the time

so yeah, it takes him a bit to get used to but when he does oh boy

it’s like heaven come alive

the way he lets himself snuggle into you

all soft and uwu

wants you to be the big spoon

when the two of you are in bed and he’s laying his head your chest while you scroll through twitter, one hand softly carding through his subtle red curled

he’d nuzzle his face into your breasts and just let himself be

honestly i can see him being an absolute freak for your boobs

like any chance when you’re doing the dance of no pants he’d get he’d be either marking them up

or when you’re cuddling and night and you haven’t got a bra on, he’d trying to suckling from you

you can really tell that he loves that he can be small with you, and that you won’t make fun of him

it feels good. natural

you’re glad he trusts you with that

you just want him to be happy

of course, there’d be times when he’s all rough and big

puffing his chest around others

that’s never going to stop

and there are times when you’re in bed that he’s an absolute fucking beast, when he marks and scratches you all over

times when you’re cuddling and he just wants to hold you, to protect you

you’re not against any of that

cause dom george is hot

but it’s a good feeling to know that you’re a safe space for him

that you can make him feel protected, too

and that’s all you ever wanted

thanks for reading~

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IRL DreamSMP Oneshots

by Sie_SALT

Oneshots are based on mainly those from the DreamSMP and sometimes others. These oneshots are based on the CC's not the DreamSMP character.

Words: 67, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Karl Jacobs, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Jack Manifold, Scott Major | Smajor1995, Freddie | Badlinu, Eryn | ErynStreams, Aimee | Aimsey (Video Blogging RPF), Ash Kabosu (Lovejoy), Mark Boardman (Lovejoy), Joe Goldsmith (Lovejoy), James Marriott

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold & TommyInnit, Eryn | Cyberonix & Freddie | Badlinu & TommyInnit, Aimee | Aimsey & Billzo & Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound & Wilbur Soot, Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Aimee | Aimsey & Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Aimsey & Ranboo

Additional Tags: More characters, IRL fics, Real world, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mostly Platonic, sometimes includes DNF or Karlnap, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Friendship, Hugs, oneshots, contentcreators, <3

[meeedeee]

Commentary Crew Oneshots

Fandoms: Loud Mouths (Podcast)

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

George Andrew

Will Lenney

Alex Elmslie

James Marriott

Smut

Fluff and Smut

Morning After

Heavy Angst

Demon Sex

Hoodies

Blood Kink

Knifeplay

Gay

Gay Sex

Anal Fingering

Finger Sucking

Hand & Finger Kink

Daddy Kink

Praise Kink

Voice Kink

Nipple Play

Dom/sub Play

Threesome - M/M/M

Consensual Sex

Hot Chocolate

Fluff

Face-Fucking

Blow Jobs

First Time Blow Jobs

First Kiss

First Time

Male Homosexuality

Bisexual Male Character

Transgender

Trans Male Character

Triggers

Safewords

Bondage

(Feed generated with FetchRSS) source https://archiveofourown.org/works/20149192

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flustered james x male reader ? 👉👈

You gave me too much freedom with this anon....MWAHAHAHA

Falling for Fiction

Synopsis: two book lovers get their own dose of their favorite type of fiction.

masc! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 773

Contains: fluff

Warnings: my dream meet-cute.

[m.list]

The weather held a chill that nipped at your nose and sung in your ears. The slight breeze whistling through your hair.

It was the brightest time of day, and you took advantage of the additional add of warmth. Walking to the bookstore right not too far from your flat.

It wasn't a big franchised store. A single mom-and-pop pop-up that has been around longer than you'd even lived in the area.

The store wasn't big in capacity either. The isle only spread enough for one person at a time to comfortably gaze at the beautiful array of stories offered.

You had called earlier, the old lady at the front knowing you by name. Your favorite romance author had just released a new addition to your favorite series, and you just needed to get your hands on it. Even though you would devour its contents by dinner time tonight.

Although, it didn't seem you were the only one. Reaching up, index finger tilting the book’s spine back. A warm, soft hand develops your own. Eyes widening as you look up to another man towering over you; the same flustered look as yours dawning on his features.

Black wired glasses perched on his nose, chocolate hair waved around his forehead and a beautiful flushed smile that enhanced his features with a beautiful light.

A sly smile caresses your lips, your finger sliding down the book's spine as you lean against the bookcase with crossed arms.

“Trying to have your own little meet-cute?”

You tease the gorgeous man, who looks down at his feet as his arms fall to his sides.

“I thought you were reaching for the book besides it.”

“Volume four? I already read it six months ago when it came out.”

You flaunt, head leaning against the hardcover books as the pink cover you both desire looms over you both.

Head lifting as he gazes over your form, a more shy smile lifting the edges of his mouth.

“You're a fan of the series?"

“Obviously, so I clearly deserve-”

The man cuts you off, lips lifting into a teasing grin.

“I met her before.”

“What!”

You exulted, a laugh bubbling at your throat.

“Yeah,” he proudly smiled. “So I obviously deserve it more.”

“What's your name anyways?”

You inquired, rolling your shoulders as you more fully against the shelf.

“James.”

“Y/N.”

You followed, analyzing more about the man in front of you.

James wore a tan overcoat, white turtleneck peeking out along with some forest green trousers. It was like he was a walking Pinterest board of the perfect guy in a bookshop like this one.

“The coffee here's great, you know.”

You hint, looking back up at him. The book above you momentarily forgotten.

“Really?”

James tints his head, arms mimicking yours as he crosses them.

“You've never had it?”

“I'm new to the area, first time here.”

An embarrassing giggle leaves your body before you bite your lip.

“What's your favorite story?”

James wondered, more out loud than he intended. Internally, his mind is searching for every answer to categorize you.

“Like in general? I love a good lovelorn, star-crossed lovers trope.”

“You're a masochist”

James guffawed, before fixing his tone with an awkward tone.

“Just a little.”

You replied, a dose of suggestiveness in your voice that sprinkled James' cheeks with pink.

Reaching over you, James grabs the book you both were here for. Gently flipping and caressing the pages.

“So, are you from the area, then?”

James inquires, his palm laying flat at one of the open pages.

“Yeah”

You hum with amused eyes, your interest peaked with what this man might suggest.

“Maybe you can show me around the best parts of town,”

He starts, slipping the front cover of the book shut with a final look before softly grabbing one of your hands and molding it around the book.

“And maybe I can borrow it after you're done.”

He finishes with a nod, a bright glowing blushed dusting his cheeks before he turns and walks out of the crowded aisle before you could get a word out.

When your mind finishes processing what had just occurred, you jolt up. Searching for James with no avail.

So, you continue your mission to the front count with a slight lump and jump in your heart.

It wasn't until you were curled up on your couch, coffee on the table. Frost dancing designs on your balcony glass door. A record scratching symphonies softly in the back when those few digits scratched and black pen fall out the cover of your new book. James' name at the very top.

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jimbo gets kissed by slightly intoxicated masc!reader at a holiday party at willne’s office, chaos ensues

run wild with this one

-☀️

My dear, lovely, anon

This was supposed to be out of my drafts centuries ago... please don't come at me with a pitchfork and torch with how short this is (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

Liquid Courage

Synopsis: a bit of liquid courage gives one the bravery to initiate what's been on their mind.

masc!reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 664

Contains: fluff if you squint

Warnings: drunk reader, Willne playing matchmaker

[m.list]

The atmosphere that was once filled with festive music and not that alcoholic of drinks, was now blasting drill with people either walking straight or stumbling.

Will's hearty laugh rang into James’ ears as he pointed out some lyrics James had missed. Up against the wall, his social battery draining ages ago, the cup of juice in his hand tasting too bitter for his liking.

It wasn't that James didn't like these people, he actually thoroughly enjoyed everyone's presence here. Or he did an hour ago.

But now, he wanted to catch a Uber home. Maybe treat himself to a takeout that he would have to fend Otto off of. A perfect night in his book.

Or maybe he did wanna stay here, just a bit longer.

Belting out the slurred lyrics of the pop song that now pounded against the speaker. Arm clutching your stomach like you were actually trying, until a laugh bubbled up your throat and your drink flowed down the edges of the cup it sat in.

James was entranced. Plain to say. From how you had ditched your sweater when the alcohol you had consumed was enough to keep you warm. To the way your once neat hair was now a frizzy mess. Who knew people could have so much fun at a corporate party.

James knew you, or of you. Editing for Will for as long as he had known him, and Will trying to interfere with both of your lives.

“Look! Y/N is here!”

Will basically scream, the music was not that loud. At least to sober ears.

Will was absolutely convinced the two were meant, for reasons he'd rather keep to himself.

“Y/N!”

Will screamed once again.

James' cheeks flushed as you looked over at the two wallflowers. Walking to them. Him. Walking to him.

With glassy glazed eyes, and a cup of a terribly proportion cocktail swishing in your hand.

“James” you slurred, barely coherent. At least, that's what he thought you said. It sounded more like “Games”, but as long as it was directed at him. He was ok.

“Y/n”

James smiled, offering a side hug.

Both of your arms wrap around him, lips coming to chase a kiss onto his cheek.

“That's what the French do, no?”

You hum before continuing, looking up at him, “Wait, here.”

A single long, unmoving kiss onto his lips.

Your lips tasted like the most alcohol he's had in years, which made him flinch away.

Tilting your head as you pull away, “Uh sorry I-”

“No no, you're ok”

James quickly interjected, “It just tastes like alcohol” he laughed off.

Eyes looking on in horror as your jaw becomes slack. Laughing at your expression, looking to his side to share this moment only to see Will had gone.

“James wait I didn't, I wouldn't-”

One gentle, but firm, hand on your shoulder. A soft squeeze that turned to a half-done massage.

“I appreciate it, just, would enjoy it more…you know, with a bit more warning next time.”

You frantically nod, your buzzing mind pleading to make amends.

James looks you up and down with a giddy smile, “so, are you going to ask next time?”

“Can I kiss you James?”

“Yes”

It was breathless, and James was sure his lips landed on yours first. It wasn't rough or hurried, or lustful or intense.

James fingers skipped down your arm, gently prying your red cup out of your grip before intertwining your fingers together with his.

His other hand went up to your cheek, gently caressing it as he pulled away.

You're nodding at unspoken words when James looks down at you, his hand gently stroking your cheekbone.

“That was better,” James hums, his eyes darting away from you for a moment to see if Will had suddenly appeared.

And he did. Across the room, giving the most obnoxious thumbs up and giggling into his own hand. James would never hear the end of this.

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PART TWOO request for the most recent jimbo mazza fic

yn had feelings in uni as well but moved past it because he thought jimbo was only in it for his body

since starting seeing each other, they get smoochy on a date & y/n is worried james is only asking him out for the physical aspect.

james is a fumbling mess because he's not dated guys in quite awhile but in the end after some obliviousness on both sides and stumbling around the issue, james assures y/n and it would be cool if you freestyle some lightly steamy fluff💪

-☀️

At this point, these two deserve their own full length story because how much I love this storyline (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I know you asked for fluff, but these two need to go through it some more before they get their happy ending (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

___________

Seven-Two-Oh

Synopsis: History always repeats itself for the two not-so-lovers.

masc! reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 1.0k

Contains: angst

Warnings: suggestive dialog and situations.

[m.list]

James wasn't sure if he should be absolutely distraught with how everything was going, or absolutely thrilled.

It was like how everything was in college, even how you pulled away after only three *official* dates.

The first date had begun like any other hang out from before. Tucked into the corner of a bustling café. Soft glow of the sun gives a halo to your soft brown hair.

Nose pointing straight down as your finger glides along the page of your song book, the same way it had gilded down him earlier this morning.

“Y/N.”

James piped, voice firm. As to pull you from your thoughts into his.

“This is a date, remember? Not a business meeting.”

“I thought you liked my music?”

“I do, but I like you more.”

James hums as he sips his iced coffee. Third one of the day.

The thing was, your music was you. It was your soul and heart. And you were starting to fear James was far from searching for this.

Closing your leather bound notebook with a sigh, pitching the bridge of your nose.

“I just remembered, I have a meeting in an hour”

You lie through your teeth, trying to seem frustrated and guilty all at the same time.

“I can walk you-”

No, please. Anything but that.

You quickly interject, insisting you'll pay and James needs some sleep anyway. Before hurrying out of the café without a look back and no clear direction of where you were going.

Not only was James not able to shake the deja vu of your university days, but neither were you. For two completely different reasons.

Everything was playing out the same, like a scratched DVD on repeat. You shouldn't have kissed on the first date, or taken him to bed on the second.

The bar table where neither of you actually ever drank, just the atmosphere was enough to have glitter running through your veins.

A simple hand on his thigh, gently stroking. Mindlessly stroking. Innocently.

Until his hand matches yours and leads you higher. Until a gasp left your lips and you stumbled out the bar with swollen lips and drunk on something far from alcohol in your system.

Or, how a simple song session turned from your fingers playing a soft tune that mesmerized James. To a completely different tone of you biting your knuckles that intoxicated his senses.

This all replayed, memories of now and uni mending and pulling in all directions.

And James couldn't be more clueless. As to why things were going south so quickly, anyways.

You wanted slow, but not in bed. In feelings. You had fallen for James so hard during your secret arrangement years ago, you had to be completely indifferent to save yourself from the sinking hole of love.

When James doesn't get a call back immediately, he panics. When your texts start losing enthusiasm only James would notice, Otto is the first to hear about it. Besides Will.

It had been one month of you canceling and rescheduling. 30 whole days of you typing. Deleting. Typing. And never sending.

Showing up at your place unannounced, the last text he had sent was a poor excuse of his cat missing you. Otto couldn't care less. But that didn't matter. The fact you wouldn't even open it had James catching the nearest train.

Was there someone else? Would you open the door flushed pink and panting with a blanket around you?

You wouldn't do that to him. Right? You were his guy. The guy that isn't like the others. The one he didn't need a pitiful dating site to find. His one.

You had to be. James wouldn't have it any other way.

Is what he told himself when you finally opened the door with a sleepy expression and trashy reality TV on in the background.

“Oh, James.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

He retorted humorously with a false smile.

“What…are you doing here? Did we have plans?”

“No I…”

Missed you.

“Was just coming to check on you, haven't talked much in the last…”

James looks at his watch, passive aggressiveness and condescending seeping through his words.

“Few days, has it been?”

Seven hundred and twenty hours. James googled it on the train here. And it only infected his mind by the hour. A sinful nasty demon possessing his soul and words.

You just looked at him in a daze, mouth gulping the air like a fish bubbling water to breathe.

“I..I know how long it's been James.”

You stuttered, words tripping over stones of anxiety in their path.

“So, you did it on purpose?”

“James I…’

Giving you a look like he wanted answers. He wanted in, you wanted him out.

“I don't want just a hookup. Maybe I was okay with that when we were younger. I wasn't but uh..that was different. I'm not him anymore. And I can't be that for you.”

James' nerves ignited. Not in anger. Or embarrassment. Or even lust.

Just pure, spiked edged, guilt.

He made you feel like another thing he could use and dispose of. Something he'd never do, to even his worst acquaintance.

and yet, you, the love of his life. Or, who he had convinced himself was. Was telling him, you thought he saw you as nothing more than a temporary lasting sensation. One he could reach on his own when desperate.

Until his body moves before his mind, arms wrapping around you. Head dipping to hide in his shoulders. A restrained sob pulling at his vocal cords.

James wanted to hold him there. Until his head stopped pounding, and his thoughts straightened out. Until he regretted this moment every time he laid in bed.

“Slow. You wanted that. And I didn't give, I'm truly sorry”

James' hands slide from your wrist, prying open your palms so his fingers could intertwine with yours.

“But I do want you, more than just…just for a sensation. I wanna feel something. Not just someone.”

This was all said with a rough mutter against your shoulder. The fabric of your sweater itching at James’ beard.

Your arm gently rubs his, trying to soothe him as the next words fell from your lips with a mumble.

“I can't guarantee anything, James. But, I can try. Again.”

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hello!!

would you be able to do a james marriott 1 shot x male y/n? where james asks y/n out to go to a concert date and end up kissin and having a lovely flustered time together at the date

-☀️

- oh em gee anon this was such a fun idea to write ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

I tried my best, thank you so much for requesting ^_^ cheers!

Melodies and Memories

Synopsis: two lovers embark on a concert date.

masc! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 800~

Contains: fluff

Warnings: established relationship, nothing else really

[m.list]

Knuckles clicking with each stretch of his fingers, palms clammy as his mind reeled with endless possibilities and conclusions.

Your door was only a knock away, yet James wanted to run right back down the hall to the sanctuary of his own flat.

With an unsteady rhythm against the red metal door, feet doing a small uncoordinated dance as the pat of your feet walking to the door spiked James’ heart rate.

“Hey” you chuckled casually.

Hair tossed into a perfect mess on the top of your head that curled in every direction and a simple navy sweater draped along your torso.

Chewing his bottom lip as he took a step inside, settling up the familiarity of your living room as you shut the door behind him.

“So uh, I bought tickets for this gig later.” James started off.

It wasn't that this would be the first date, far from it. He just wasn't used to things going so well.

“Oh?” You yawned, settling besides James. An arm automatically going around his shoulder and your feet kicking up on the table.

“Yeah, wanted to see if you'd want to go.” He continued, tone slowly settling into a casual pitch. Head leaning back to lay in the crevice of your elbow.

“Yeah, I'll go” an answer so simple, James had expected more inquiries.

“That's it?”

“What?”

“You're not going to ask more?”

“It's time spent with you, and I have nothing else for the evening.”

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked up at the ceiling. Everything was so easy with you.

The sun's golden glow settled as a beautiful purple dotted the sky.

The bustling street life played an energetic soundtrack to the conversation between James and you as the pair made their way to the small venue.

“I could definitely parkour off that building.” You playfully challenged as James walked beside you. Bewildered by your sudden surge in energy.

“No you couldn't.” He laughed.

“Yuh uh, watch me."

Gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, immediately putting a stop to whatever idea you had just conjured within the past minute.

As you both walked along, James’ fingers danced around your wrist until they perfectly slid along yours.

A reassuring squeeze as the two walk into the venue. Finding a cozy spot against a wall with a clear view of the stage.

Head leaning back against the building as you mindlessly scrolled through social media with your free hand; the other nicely nested with James’.

He couldn't help but admire your casual form, how you seemed so carefree being here with him.

Eyes darting to him as you feel his stare, “Take a picture, it'll last longer.”, you muttered.

Pulling out his phone at the idea, stretching out his arm to capture a photo of you two.

“Actually smile in this one” James playfully threatens. Snapping a few in a row, an idea conjures in your head.

Before James could realize what was happening, your lips were on his. A few blurry photos snapped before James let's your hand go to gently cusp your jaw.

Only detaching your lips, nose still brushing against his as you glance at the stage.

“We could run to the bathroom-”

“I'm not hooking up with you in a nasty bathroom.”

James quickly rejects, just the thought of being in the stall giving him chills.

Playing groaning, wrapping your arm around James’ shoulders as your head lays against him.

Before long the concert started with a guitar riff and the activity you both had originally came here for commenced.

James never saw himself absolutely losing himself in laughter at a concert, but here he was.

Your hands in his as you playfully dance with him, the concert floor your personal ballroom.

“You're a terrible dancer” you playfully scoff with a roll of your eyes, letting go of James’ hands to do some extravagant dance move with your hands.

A soft blush dusted James' cheeks, whether it was from you or the dancing, he'll never admit.

The concert ended just when it just felt like it was beginning, your energetic attitude following you two back to your flat.

Arm slinging around your shoulder as you typed out a text to your group chat, James making sure the both of you weren't drifting onto upcoming traffic.

“Did you like the concert?” He asked, it wasn't a pressing question. Just something to fill in the silence.

“Mhm, it was cool. I'll have to remember to follow the guy when we get home.”

“You wanna get dinner?” James continued, curiously glancing at your device as you set a photo that you snapped of you two to your friends.

“I bought stuff to cook if you just wanna stay over.”

Delighted at the idea of spreading the rest of the night with you, or however long you let him stay around.

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jimbo bumps into his old university masc!roommate that he experimented with when he was questioning if he was queer

they’re flustered but roommate y/n invites james to hang out/make music

james has lingering feelings, y/n is oblivious

james asks y/n out after they’ve hung out as “old friends” off and on for a few weeks tehee

-☀️

Anything for my favorite fellow jimbo enjoyer ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

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Striking the Right Cord

Synopsis: two past not-so-lovers rekindle through music

masc!reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 1.2k ~

Contains: angst if you squint

Warnings: second chance romance teehe

[m.list]

Heavy breathing, skin against skin, and kisses that wouldn't linger through the morning. That's how James remembered it.

And when his producer brought up that oh so familiar name, he prayed to every God that there just happened to another y/n in the universe. A y/n that just happened to fit every characteristic that he had fallen for back at uni.

Fingers tapping against his wooden desk, eyes void as he conjured up conversation topics. A familiar pit nesting into his chest. Lips pushing into a tight line as your laughter reverberated from down that hall. Fists tightening against his thigh, what could possibly be so funny?

The door opens with a faint creek. “Hey James,” you said so simply. The corners of your grin striking James nerves, and heart. Tossing your bag to the side of his desk, sliding into the chair he brought into the room solely for your presence.

“They said you just wanted help with the mixing?”

Blinking a few times to get out of his head. It had been years, of course you could talk with no lingering feelings. It was never a real relationship in the first place.

“Yeah yeah, just some fine tuning. They said your sound would probably work well with the song.”

It was like James was on autopilot, just repeating what had been told to him.

Leaning over, fingers playing and arranging sections every few moments. Keys clacking against every beat, the raw demo of James singing making him cringe. Snipping, adding, rearranging. A sigh of frustration escaping through your lips.

“Would I be able to get you in the studio to rerecord? For a different tone.”

“Uh, sure. I guess”

“Great,” pushing your headphones back so they rest around your neck, mindlessly toying with the cord. “I have a makeshift studio at my flat. Come around sometime during the week.”

Your flat, really? What had he done to warrant such reactions from the universe?

“Sure.”

A simple answer for a simple question.

Days passed, the wind singing a song that disheaved James' hair as he walked towards your street. Guitar on his back and bag in his hand, everything he needed for a recording session.

Three simple knocks on your door, a knock that was distinctly his since you had known him.

“Hey man, you made it!”

Hand on his shoulder as you lead him inside your sanctuary. You had always been the touchy time, and James knew every touch you could possess.

Your studio was much more than James was expecting, it wasn't the most glamorous thing, but it still was more than James ever envisioned.

Imagining a spare closet he'd have to squeeze in, he was met with a room almost dedicated solely to your multiple machines of music. Even a funny looking mic that you promised would give out the same quality as an actual production studio.

With a small futon an odd teal color pushed at the fair wall, under a window that was completely blocked off. Posters of artists from every music genre covered the walls where acoustic panels didn't.

Rushing to pick up the office chair that was flipped onto its side with a flushed expression.

“Sit.”

Of course you encouraged him to sit on the chair with plush cushions, tossing yourself aside to sit upon the wooden dining chair you had just drugged in.

Pulling out a notebook, James tried to decipher your chicken scratch. It seemed those misshapen lines were your exact plans for this recording.

You even had a demo recording. The lyrics James wrote on a lonely night dripping from your lips like a sweet honey.

You went on and on. On how this direction would fit this song more. How it would suit his voice better. Yet, James couldn't help but agree to every syllable uttered out of those pretty little lips.

Whether it was just old feels resurfacing, or the association his brain had with your musk. Whatever it was bad James’ cheeks flushing and leg jittering everytime the conversation lasted longer than a yes or no question.

This routine went on far longer than James would have imagined. The meetings of pure transactional business mingled with casual hang outs.

So much so, a few weeks later after many low-key hangouts that filled the air with music, old stories, And long talks under dim bar lights neither party even had a sip at, James couldn't shake the old feelings they kept resurfacing.

The lingering feelings bit at every nerve in James' system at how oblivious you were. Perfectly content with this makeshift friendship that had fostered between the two. And for days on end James couldn't bring himself to ruin the safe bubble that had formed. Even if every laugh that dove out of your lips, and every shared moment with you made his head and heart ache.

It wasn't until one evening, after a production session had stretched into the long hours of the night, that the ache in James' chest grew unbearable.

Sitting upon your teal futon, just enough space between the two that James and your thighs brushed. The silence was still and comfortable, mindlessly scrolling beside him. A smoothie you had prepared in a flask, after you had admitted you were a social drinker, laying on your propped up knee. Yet the silence was so deafening James couldn't ignore it's call.

Hands in his lap, fingers scratching at each other. “So uh..I've been thinking.”

James didn't miss the way your attention immediately went onto him. Phone shutting off with a click and your shoulders turning towards him.

“What's up?” You spoke soft and calmly, not an ounce of anxiety scratching at your throat.

“About us,” James began quietly, the words tasting bitter and foreign on his tongue. But oddly, at home. “I mean, it's just,” James sighs mid sentence, unable to look you in the eye as he turns away.

The soft glow of the artificial light casted a shadow along James’ face that perfectly masked his flushed cheeks.

“We've been hanging out a lot recently and it's just bringing up old feelings I…I have feelings for you Y/N.”

Y/n blinks in surprise, “Wait, what?” He asks with that oh so familiar grin that stabbed at his heart.

“I thought we were just, you know, old friends reconnecting. Like we used to.”

“No Y/N I-” James hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don't mean what we've been doing I…I'm asking you out.”

Y/n’s eyes softened, a thoughtful looking passing over his features. And for just a moment, James feared if he just made a grave mistake. Expecting rejection, or at best, an awkward chuckle and pat on the shoulder.

But instead, he's met with a light shy smile and the center of his adoration voice only above a whisper. “James, I had no idea you felt this way. I don't know what to say.”

Just as James' heart sank to the deepest depths, Y/n’s hand reached out and tangled with his. He gave a light reassuring squeeze to James' hand. One that whisked his breath away.

“I care about you James, I do. Although I…I don't know where I stand. I'll go slow, if you think I have potential.”

James didn't know if he should feel enthusiastic, or disappointed. Mixed feelings mustered within that pit in his chest and ignited his brain.

“I’d like that…to go slow.”

James nodded. This time he was reassuringly squeezing your hand.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Perfect-J.M

Pairing: James Marriott x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Pronouns: They/Them

Closing the front door, James let out a sigh. He had just gotten back to his flat after spending some time out at a coffee shop. Today he had a date, and it went amazing. In the afternoon, James had gone out to a small coffee shop downtown to meet with someone he had been talking to for a while, it was their fourth date. James was the first one to get to the cafe, which made him a bit nervous. Did he show up too early? Or what if he came too late because he messed up the time of the date? The brunette took a seat at a small booth in the corner of the coffee shop by the window, stealing glances at the front door every now and then as he waited. Sunlight would fill into the shop through the windows, lighting the place in a strange illuminating way. Eventually, the front door had opened again, revealing James's date. They looked around for a moment before their eyes finally landed on their date in the corner of the cafe. James gave a wave with a stupid grin on his face, he loved talking to Y/n, they were so intelligent and fun (not to mention how attractive they were). The pair had ended up spending a couple of hours sitting in that booth, just talking and laughing. They worked so well together, they had similar interests and just enjoyed being around one another in general. Eventually, Y/n had noticed the sun had begun to set, meaning they needed to head back to their flat, Y/n was planning on finishing some of their homework for Uni tonight. When they went their separate ways, James couldn't help but feel excited. He had just spent time with this amazing person that just made him feel so happy, Just being around Y/n just made him feel great. As James made his way into his bedroom, his phone had gotten a buzz, meaning someone had messaged him. He quickly pulled the device out of his pocket, his eyes scanning over the screen. One text message from a group chat he was a part of with George, Will, and Alex. Alex had sent the text message. 'Hey, are we still going to film tomorrow?' James hopes had shot up from his phone going off, he thought he could have possibly received a new text from Y/n. At this point they had already given their phone numbers to one another so they could get off of Tinder. There was no point in trying to go to bed, he had a coffee at 5:30, it had only been two hours since then. That's when an idea had popped into his head, why not film for a bit? So James found himself sitting at his desk, beginning to set up his camera as he tried to think of something good to talk about. When it finally hit 11:30 AM, James had finished up his video. He'd just end up sending it off to his editor later tomorrow, right now he was beginning to feel a bit drowsy. Making his way to his bedroom, James sent one final text to Y/n. 'I have no clue if you're still up but I just wanted to say goodnight.' After a few minutes of preparing for bed, James's phone had buzzed once again. Y/n's name popped up on his screen. 'I just finished my homework, I plan on going to bed soon. Good night, J.' J... he liked that nickname, it was cute. James found it incredibly sweet that Y/n had come up with a simple nickname to call him. He would have to figure out some type of nickname to give Y/n. As James laid down to try and fall asleep, he couldn't help but think of the way Y/n smiled before laughing. Their nose would scrunch up a small bit as they let out a giggle first. It was something James couldn't help but adore.

"Alright, next topic," Alex sat in front of his camera as he looked at his monitor. The boys were filming another episode for their podcast channel, as the next topic was brought up, James heard his phone buzz. Another text from Y/n. 'Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch some Disney movies with me? I just got Disney plus.' Another stupid grin had appeared on his face as he quickly began to type back. Of course, one of the boys had noticed on their Discord call. "Jimbo, why are you smiling like that? Find out someone poor died?" Will leaned back in his seat as he spoke. "Dead meme, Will!" Their masked friend snapped, "James Marriott hates the poor, haha funny. I've been trying to kill this meme for the past month!" Alex let out a small laugh at his friends as James looked back up at his friends on his monitor, "No, actually... I've been talking to someone and we just planned to hang out tonight." "Oh, how long have you guys been talking?" Will asked as he began to fiddle with the wire connecting his headphones to his PC. "Two months," James had answered as he placed his phone back down. "They're perfect, literally everything I've ever wanted, they have it. They're intelligent, kind, They're working on getting their degree, and they know how to keep a conversation going. I really hope they'll want to start a relationship with me, right now we're just talking." "If I was you, I'd just go for it. Ask them out, if you know you want to start a relationship with this person and be with them, you shouldn't waste any time about it. You're certain you want to be with this person?" "Yes." "Then call them right now, and ask them to start a relationship with you. If you're completely positive that they want to be with you just as much as you want to be with them, call them and tell them how you feel. Don't pussy out, be a man!" a grin appeared on Will's face as he gave his motivational speech. "Be a man, Jimbo!" James's other two friends had joined in with the cheering. "Yeah, be a man!" "God, the pure pressure is getting to me," James spoke as a grin appeared on his face. He picked up his phone once again, beginning to pull up Y/n's contact. "Wait, he is actually gonna do it?" Will asked, sitting up as he leaned forward to try and figure out if James had actually taken his advice. James nodded as his grin grew wider, leaving the boys to burst out in excitement. 'Hey, can I call you? It'll take just a minute.' Y/n was quick to reply to James's text. 'Of course. :)' James excused himself from his computer, leaving the boys to continue cheering in excitement. Taking a step out of the room he usually filmed in, he hit the 'call' button on Y/n's contact. "Hey, J. What's up?" "Hey, N/n," James smiled from the sound of their voice. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question?" "n/n, that's cute," Y/n let out a small giggle. James could only imagine how they scrunched up their nose as they smiled from hearing that. "Yeah, go ahead." "Do you want to start an actual relationship with me?" A grin appeared on Y/n's face as they stopped what they were working on. "I'd love to, James." James could feel happiness entering his body as Y/n spoke. Yes, it was going to happen, he was now going to be in a relationship with them. "God, I'm so happy you said yes. I was so scared you'd think I'm trying to rush everything," he let out a sigh of relief as he brushed a hand through his messy hair. "God no, how could I say no? You're literally my dream guy." If James wasn't already happy, just hearing that from Y/n made him feel amazing. Being Y/n's dream guy? A dream come true. "Are we still on for movie night later?" "you know it." "Alright, I need to get back to filming a video for YouTube. I'll call you afterward?" "Sounds great to me," Y/n hummed. "I'll talk to you soon." With that, James made his way back to his computer. Placing his headphones on, he had flinched from hearing his trio of friends yelling 'woo woo' "Oh wait, Jimbo is back," Will had stopped repeating himself. "how'd it go?" "They said yes." Everyone had started to cheer as soon as the sentence left James's lips. He was happy, he was able to say he was in a relationship with Y/n. just the feeling of being able to say that felt amazing. Eventually, after a few congratulations, the boys continued on with their podcast. Meanwhile, James kept getting lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but think of Y/n and how much he cared for them. Y/n was just so perfect.

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[blueeyedgeorgie]

Solo Cups-J.M

Pairing: James Marriott x Reader

Word Count: 2k+

Pronouns: They/Them

Y/n knew it wasn't a smart idea to come to this party. It had all started with just wanting to spend a night in watching Netflix by themself, only to have their friends barge into their flat and demand they tag along. So they eventually gave into the pure pressure and changed into some decent clothes. As soon as they stepped into the building the party was at, they already knew this wasn't how they wanted to spend their Saturday night. Music was blasting while people were everywhere. It was impossible to walk around without bumping into someone. At first, Y/n just tried to keep to themself as they stood in the corner of the room, trying not to be a nuisance to anyone. Y/n could soon feel themself heat up, and in no way was that fun, so they began to move around again, looking for somewhere to stay. As soon as they got to the party, Y/n's friends had disappeared from them, leaving them alone. The worst part had to be how some people acted. A few boys had catcalled Y/n, leaving them quite uncomfortable. Y/n had quickly decided it'd be better if they just kept moving instead of getting cornered by a perv. Y/n had soon decided to get a drink, by now they were sweating their ass off from how they kept moving, refusing to give a chance for someone to try and pull something. Red solo cups filled with alcohol were placed out on the kitchen counter. Y/n knew she should act smarter than to take a random drink filled with god knows what from that counter, but they couldn't help themself. Snatching one of the pieces of plastic filled with liquid, they took a sip of what was inside. The usual taste of alcohol burned their throat as they swallowed, whatever was in that cup was strong. Still, Y/n had decided to act quite stupid, and within 30 minutes, they had finished two mystery drinks. By now, they could feel a buzz coming on. Being in a crowded area wasn't going to help them. Making their way out to the front porch, Y/n was only surrounded by more people. They felt trapped, Y/n couldn't leave, they got here by their friend driving them. So Y/n walked back into the house, making their way upstairs. Finally, they found a place where they could have a moment alone to catch their breath. Somehow, there was an empty bathroom, it was surprising there weren't people smoking weed or trying to play seven minutes in heaven in there. Closing the door behind them, Y/n walked over to the mirror, looking at themself. their checks had gotten red and their hair had become a mess as well. Y/n couldn't help but let out a weak sigh, they felt terrible. The music downstairs was so loud they could hear the muffled songs clearly. They felt anxious, they didn't want to be here anymore, Y/n had no clue where their friends had gone. They could still taste the alcohol on their tongue, all they wanted was a glass of water to try and drain the taste away. Y/n wasn't a big drinker, so two cups of something strong wasn't too good for them. Maybe splashing their face with some water could help? Turning the faucet on, Y/n collecting a bit of water into the palms of their hands, gently splashing themself in the face as they bent down. After a moment of snatching a towel to dry their face, they looked at themself in the mirror once more. Y/n looked better, but they still didn't feel better. Their head was just rushing while their stomach couldn't feel any worse. Taking a seat on the toilet, Y/n buried their head into the palm of their hands. Cardi B could be heard blasting downstairs with the sound of laughter. Y/n just wanted out, yet had nowhere to go. They were stuck there.

James was ready to go, yet his friends were still enjoying their time at the party. So instead of being a wet blanket, he had decided to wander about. He really didn't know what he was looking for, but something just felt right about taking a look around. Right away, James could tell the drinks out on the kitchen counter weren't a smart idea. While people were partying, it'd be easy for anyone to slip something into the cups laid out. James had decided to spend some of his time pouring the solo cups out into the sink, tossing the empty cups into the trash bin next to it. When there weren't anymore drinks in sight, he continued his small adventure. Heading upstairs, he had looked into a couple of rooms. he had found a couple of people who would send harsh glares and tell him to get out, a couple of people were using an ouija board in one bedroom, and there had been a couple in the mid-process of making love in another room. There had been one more door upstairs James hadn't bothered to open yet. He could tell a light had been turned on from the other side of the door. He couldn't help his curiosity, and just like that, he opened the door. Someone was sitting on the toilet seat, they looked up at him as he opened the door. They didn't look too good, they seemed scared as their eyes watered. "Are you alright?" James slowly took a step closer to them, a gentle look of being worried could be seen on his face. "I want to go home," their voice was scratchy, this person was definitely not alright. "I'd offer to take you home, but I doubt you'd like to leave with some stranger," he sat down by the person carefully. he did not want to freak them out in any way. "Would it be alright if I closed the door? So I could hear you better, the music is quite loud." They slowly nodded their head. James was careful while closing the door, he just didn't want to scare them. "I'm James, and you are?" "Y/n." "Nice to meet you," he cracked a smile on his face after hearing their name. Y/n... it was pretty. "Are you alright though? Is something in your system?" "I had two drinks of these cups that were laid out in the kitchen, I'm just not feeling my best at the moment. They were really strong," Y/n sighed, blowing a few strands of hair out of their face. "I'm not sure what they put in those drinks, so I'm not really sure what you could've had, I'm sorry," James shook his head. "I can stay right here with you until you feel better..." "Please?" There was a  moment of silence as Y/n stared down into their hands, James looked up to the ceiling, it was quiet (besides the music blasting downstairs). "So why'd you come here?" Y/n looked over to the brunette sitting in the bathroom with them. "A couple of my friends wanted to come, I thought it might be fun so I tagged along," he gave a short shrug as he looked back at Y/n. "I was wrong. But what about you?" "I was planning to stay home and watch movies," they hummed softly. "My friends showed up at my flat and demand I come with them." "That's not fun, I'm sorry about that." "Don't be," Y/n replied. "That's just how my friends are." "Huh, anyways... are you planning to just camp out in here until most people have left? Or are you gonna make a break for it when you feel better?" James asked as he checked his watch, it was almost midnight. "I doubt this party is gonna slow down until the sun is back up," Y/n spoke as they let out another sigh. "So I guess I'll just have to make a break for it soon." "Are you just gonna walk home?" "I really don't know what my plan is." "I'd offer to drive you if you'd be comfortable, but I doubt you would be." "Could I have 911 on speed dial?" Y/n cracked a smile at their own joke. "I don't see why not, I'd probably do the same if I was you," James smiled as well. Somehow, Y/n had started to feel a bit better. Maybe it was just because they were able to talk to someone that wasn't trying to be a creep, or maybe it was because James was just able to get them to calm down. That's when Y/n noticed it. The laughter had died down along with the loud music, but Y/n could still hear the song. This song was much more laid back, no wonder laughter and talking had died down. Y/n listened carefully.

I don't think that we should be around each other. When you're in the room, you get my eyes.

Y/n immediately recognized the song, it was by the Neighborhood. Listening to the song for a moment, the pair sat there in silence, enjoying the melody.

You open your mouth, I'm hypnotized, I can make you laugh until you cry.

"I think everyone has started to calm down, do you think we should make a break for it now?" James whispered, as though he didn't want to ruin the bittersweet moment created by the song.

You know you got all my attention, you know you got all mine.

"Only if you play this song in the car on the way home," Y/n grinned, standing up from their seat on the toilet.

Baby, I can't help but call her dad, even though I shouldn't say it.

Leaving the bathroom, the pair made their way down the stairs. James had grabbed onto Y/n's hand, helping them make it through the crowds of people.

She was my baby girl, I might never get her back.

When they got downstairs, the song was much louder. Y/n smiled as they hummed to the tune under their breath while continuing their way to the exit.

But I don't mind being patient, yeah.

As soon as they made it out of the house, James had lead Y/n over to his car that was across the street from the home. "What's your address?" Can you let your baby be my girl?

As James had driven away from the house, the music faded away, leaving the sound of wind from Y/n having their window down a smidge. "Thank you for getting me out of there, I have no clue what I was going to do in there," they turned to the driver after a moment. "Of course, Y/n. I hope someone would do the same for me if I was in that position," James gave a short shrug as he kept his eyes on the road. There were a few seconds of silence before Y/n spoke up again. "I would." "That means a lot, Y/n," a small smile appeared on James's face. "I know this might be a dumb question, but... what's your phone number? I feel like we could become good friends." james's smile widened from hearing Y/n's question. It was sweet that they wanted to try and be friends with him. He had told Y/n his phone number as he continued to drive, leaving them to make his contact. Finally, James had parked his car by the building Y/n lived in. "Thanks again, for everything..." "Yeah, no problem," he looked over to them with a gentle smile. Before getting out of the car, there was a moment of silence between the pair, they smiled at one another. Before getting out of the car, Y/n quickly leaned in, pecking a kiss on James's cheek before getting out of the car, hurrying to the entrance of their building. At first, James was a bit surprised by the quick kiss. but before he knew it, he was grinning like an idiot. As soon as James knew Y/n was safe in their flat building, he drove off. Maybe going to that party wasn't such a bad idea.