I'll Love You No Matter What // dreamnotfound

Bathroom Mirrors (ch.16)

TW's: Gender dysphoria and unsafe binding

3rd Person

laallalalalalla (idk why I wrote this but I'll keep it in for fun lmao)

By the time school ended, George's chest was hurting a lot more than it had been earlier. As soon as he walked in the door to his house he ran up to his room and removed his binder, tossing it out of the way and putting a large, baggy sweatshirt on instead.

He looked in the mirror at his reflection and picked apart all the little things he didn't like about himself. No matter how much he didn't want to think about it he was still stuck staring at himself, he couldn't look away anymore. His brain became filled with everything he hated about himself, everything that made him feel like a girl, everything that he didn't want to think about.

He didn't want to be born a girl but he was and he knew there was nothing he could do to change that but he still wished. He wished he was, he wished he wouldn't have to tell anyone but he would have to and that was the reality. He didn't want to tell Dream he was trans. What if Dream didn't like him anymore or outed him to the school. What was George supposed to do?

The thoughts kept spiraling and George ended up sitting against the wall on the floor of his bathroom. His legs were pulled close to his chest by his arms and his forehead was resting on his knees. He felt like he was being suffocated even though he wasn't, he had already taken his binder off and he could breathe perfectly fine.

His thoughts began to shift to Dream, wondering what he would say when George told him he was transgender. Would he look at George weird? Hug him and say that it doesn't matter to him? Ask to just be friends? The possibilities were endless and George didn't know what to expect from the blond.

He wondered if Dream would hold him close and comfort him when he was feeling dysphoric. Or if he would compliment George to make him feel better. Maybe Dream would-

George's thoughts were cut off by a sound coming from his phone, letting George know he had gotten a text message.

George immediately checked who it was from smiling as soon as he saw who it was from, the one and only Dream.
Dream :)

Hi :)

Hi

Do you have Discord?

Yeah

Add meeeeeee
Dream#1234

Ok hold on let me go to my computer

k

I added you!

As soon as the friend request was accepted, Dream called George through discord and George accepted not long after.

George was the first to speak, "Hi."

Dream smiled at George, responding, "Hi."

"What's up?"

"Nothing really, I'm bored." George could hear Dream fidgeting with something on his desk, it was quiet but was still picked up by his microphone.

"Just don't be bored," George quipped.

"I'm not now."

George hummed looking around his room and desk for something interesting.

"You should turn your camera on," Dream suggested.

George chuckled at Dream, "No." He wasn't wearing his binder and he had just spent the past 30 minutes staring at himself and thinking about why he hated his appearance. There was no way he was about to turn his camera on for Dream to see everything he hated about himself.

He was also not wearing his binder and even though the hoodie he was wearing covered his chest he still felt uncomfortable knowing that he wasn't wearing his binder.

"Whyyyy," Dream complained.

"Because I'm tired and I look like shit."

"Not possible."

"It is though."

"Pleaseeeee, for me."

Dream was whining at this point and George finally gave in, turning his camera on. George would do almost anything for Dream even if he really didn't want to. "Fine. You're so whiny today."

Dream smiled when George's camera finally turned on. "You look amazing, as always. I don't know what you're talking about."

George blushed, hiding his face in his hands. It was like Dream knew exactly how he had been feeling a couple of minutes ago and knew how to comfort him.

"You turn your camera on now."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because..." Dream paused, "I'm not wearing a shirt and it's hot in my room so I'm not going to put one on."

George's face became more red at the thought of Dream without a shirt on. "So?"

Dream didn't respond, instead sending a picture to George on snapchat.

Dream watched George as he checked his phone, reading the notification in his head before looking back up at the screen, "What did you send me?"

You could hear the smirk in Dream's voice as he spoke, "Check, now will you stop asking me to turn my camera on?"

George opened the picture Dream sent and his whole face became red. It was a picture of Dream's jawline and the top of his left shoulder. You could see a few strands of his wet curly hair as well, it looked brown when it was wet, unlike its usual golden color.

All George could get out of his mouth was, "What the fuck Dream?"

Dream wheezed at George's reaction to the picture, enjoying it more than he should.

After George quickly got over the initial shock he screenshotted the picture, deleting it seconds later and waited for Dream to notice.

It didn't take long for Dream to notice and say something, "Hey! Delete that."

Now it was George's turn to laugh at Dream, "I already did."

"Good."

A/N:

Word count: 913

This one is really short, sorry :(. I also didn't really proofread it so sorry for any mistakes. I had a really busy week. I don't think I've ever said this but the word count doesn't count any annotations if you're wondering. I only count the actual story part. have a great day and vote and follow pleaseeee!!

9/30/23 12:07 am