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Needles

Requested by Floractic

Tw: Needles, overthinking (?)

Trans George AU

//- George -\\

As a trans person, I inject testosterone. I transitioned when I was around thirteen years old, and thank god my family supported me.

When I was eighteen my mum surprised me with top surgery, and since I could inject it; my sister would help me with my testosterone.

The only people who don't know are the millions of followers I have online, and Dream. My boyfriend.. my (soon to be close) long distance boyfriend of two years. I felt horrible about lying to him, but I don't want him to know. But- I'm moving to Florida in a month. My visa had received approval and I can finally move. Again this wouldn't be an issue if I wasn't so scared about telling Dream i was trans.

I knew he wouldn't care- he'd support me no matter what. I just think he'd be hurt that I didn't tell him for so long.

Suddenly- I was interrupted by my ring tone coming from my phone. I glanced at the caller and saw that it was- Dream.
I took a shaky breath and answered.

"Hi baby!"

"Hi Dream! You ok?"

"Yep! I was just online; looking for some stuff we could do when you got here I found some perfect stuff- I just wanted to see if it was ok with you?"

"Yes of course baby. Go ahead book whatever."

"Ok! Thank youuu. Are you excited to be moving here?! I'm excited."

"Y-yeah I'm excited Dream..."

//- Dream -\\

"Y-yeah I'm excited Dream..."

I could hear the hesitation in George's tone of voice. He seemed so- I don't know.. he just doesn't seem excited. It made me worry. Maybe he just felt bad that I lived on my own, with a lone cat to keep me company.

"I'm gonna go get your room ready.. I'll call you later."

"Oh uh Dre-"

I ended the phone call before George could finish speaking. I felt bad I just needed time to think by myself. I sighed, walking into what was soon to be George's room, which was right next to my own.
I looked at the hard work and dedication I had put into the room, know questioning whether it was all worth it.

Surely George would tell me if he didn't want to live with me?

Right...?

...

....

<Over the next week; Dream and George didn't speak over the phone, instead over text. Dream felt as if George was pity dating him, and George was trying to figure out how to tell Dream he was transgender.

...

Eventually George moved in (after the long week) and Dream still felt like he was being pity dated. This causes Dream to go confront George>

//- Third person -\\

"George..?"

George hummed in response, walking into the kitchen from the living room.

"Would you tell me if you didn't like me anymore..?"

George looked up at his boyfriend in shock. He wondered what would even make him feel like that.

"What- of course I would babe?! Where's this coming from?"

"You've been- hiding stuff from me. Ever since you got here. Hell even before that. When you got your visa. I thought it was that you are just nervous but no!"

George sighed, knowing he'd have to tell Dream before something happened to their relationship.

"Dream- I promise you that I love you. I love you so much. But- I've been trying to figure how to tell but I'm just going to get it over will."

George paused, probably at the worst time he could. Dream couldn't even make eye contact with George, thinking that he was going to leave him.

"I'm trans Dream.. I have to inject testosterone. I've already got top surgery; but I- I still have to inject testosterone. My sister used to help me with it because I'm terrified of needles but obviously she can't."

George watched, not being able to read Dreams facial expressions as his face distorted in a way.
Dreams face looked; thankful George didn't leave him, confused and shocked all at the same time.
George braced himself, not knowing what Dream would say.

"I- I'm glad you told me.. I'm sorry I made it as if you couldn't tell me."

George smiled, grateful for Dreams undying support. He began to walk over, snaking his arms around Dreams waist and kissing his forehead.

"Do you want help injecting your testosterone..? I don't mind helping?"

George hummed at Dreams suggestion, picking him up and walking upstairs into the bathroom.

Ever since that day, Dream had always helped George inject himself with testosterone until he could eventually stop.

And ever since that day, both Dream and George had realised one of the many main rules of a relationship;

'Communication is key.'

//- End -\\

830+ words

Ok- caught up with the four chapters I missed because of my absence. Y'all are lucky I get lots of requests from the same people- 

Anyway. Hope you enjoyed. I'm gonna go write the chapter for today. Maybe. Idk.

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