DREAM SMP ONESHOTS

It wasn't me that he wanted...

Category: Fundywastaken Angst

TW: Insecurities, gender dysphoria, broken promises

Before this starts, if this bothers anyone. I would not hesitate to delete this for I am not Trans, just Genderfluid. I apologize immediately if I said the wrong things and wrote the wrong information. And if Fundy or Dream is uncomfortable with this theme, then I would take this down. Please notify me. The last thing I want is to offend people and the content creators.

Fundy's POV

A wedding day. It would only take a day until me and Dream are lawfully together. It'll only take one kiss to seal the deal.

Tonight was the night before the wedding and I was in bed with Dream. I was in his arms, I could feel his muscular hands brush my hair softly and occasionally feeling him fidget with my ear.

I started thinking about our bachelors party, it felt like I was attending someone else's. As much as there were congratulations here and there, I could only feel Dreams feelings. Always fidgeting on his glass of wine, sighing from time to time, and being in his head.

And then he arrived. He held so much pretty privilege that I was insecure about my appearance. He had this brown soft locks and soft looking lips and thin body. God, if he wore a tight shirt, he'd still come off as feminine even though he tries and projects himself as male. I saw Dream turned his attention to him and smiled... Like George was the only man he's loved in this room.

As many of you know, Im an FTM. Even though I have already started on T, I would still feel so dysphoric about myself. Whenever I looked at him and how Dream looks at him.

I got off Dreams arms after feeling him dozing off to a deep slumber and looked at myself on the mirror. Dream knows about me being trans and my insecurities. He's going to be my future husband after all, I trust him more than anyone. But as days go on and I feel like he's starting to feel less and less for me, I kept these feelings to myself obviously.

I took off my shirt, seeing the scar on my chest from the top surgery. I saw my curves but it wasn't as visible as before but the more I stare at it, the more I feel unhappy that I had the curves of when I was a person I knew I wasn't. The tears on my eyes threatened to fall. I looked at my hands and see how feminine it looked and I looked at my face, how disgusting. I ran my hands through my hair and took a deep breath, only for it to break me even more. Tears cascade down my cheeks and I fell to my knees, placing my hands on my mouth to hide my sobs and to prevent from waking Dream up.

But I did.

He kneeled down and brought me to his arms. I hugged him on his neck and buried my face at his chest, sobbing harder. I felt his one hand rubbing my back and one hand on my head. After a few minutes when I started to calm down, he brought his fingers to my chin, making me look up and look at him. He had a sad face on but nevertheless, he placed his hand on my cheeks and I leaned in to the touch, bringing my hands to hold the hand on my cheeks. I felt the tears run down again. He kissed my forehead then my nose and then pecked my lips.

"Handsome" Thats all he said. It felt so warm to hear it from him. I let out a smile and kissed him. We pulled out and our foreheads resting on each other. "Whatever you're thinking in that beautiful head of yours, stop it. You're very handsome and nothing would ever change that. I'm here to show that and I promise that I'm not going anywhere" He said ever so softly. I gave a sad giggle and he smiled, carrying me bridal style and we both cuddled each other to sleep.

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"STOP THE WEDDING!" His voice echoed in the church. I looked and oh god of course it was him.

George.

Motherfrocking, Georgenotfound.

His cheeks were still wet with tears and his eyes were red. I looked at Dream and my eyes widen in shock.

He was shocked at Georges presence as well but his eyes. His goddamn expressive eyes.

I saw that look, that look he gave George and never at me. The colorful swirls in his eyes, the light blush on his cheeks, the slight shiver he did a while ago. George looked helpless and so did Dream.

He'll never be satisfied. Not with me at least...

I'll never be satisfied....

George climbed the altar taking him away. I was too frozen to act upon it. Too heart broken to realized that my love wasn't reciprocated since the start...

"W-why?!" I hear Dreams voice crack. "Because I love you!" George yelled at him.

I was embarrassed. Embarrassed at the fact that someone had to ruin the ceremony and have a confession in front of me and Dreams families and friends.

"D-dream..?" I whispered and he looked at me. He looked at me with worry in his eyes, this darn beautiful eyes. Tears started to form on both our eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Fundy" He sobbed. I gasped.

This isn't real, right? Tell me this isn't true...

He promised. HE MOTHERFUCKING PROMISED LAST NIGHT.

I didn't say anything. I backed up from the two and ran out. Ran out of the church. I cant. I cant do this anymore. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

He never loved me.

Not even once...

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