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The previous day went as planned. He enjoyed a new episode of good mythical morning along with eggs and toast for breakfast. He fed patches, went over ideas for a new YouTube challenge, and spent the rest of the day with his beautiful boyfriend. The three of them had a strengthened dynamic, checking in when ordering lunch, heading out, or asking to record videos. Dream went to bed without a worry in mind. It was euphoric, living the dream, he thought before falling into a deep slumber.

Dream pulled back the sheets only to writhe in pain. Every one of his muscles tensed. His eyebrows creased realizing the cause of his personal hell. Oh, dread immediately filled his senses. fuck.  Dream had a uterus, one that sheds its lining excruciatingly every now and then. Technically every movement surged a mini contraction in his abdomen. It was different for every person but his periods were fucking awful, especially as a trans guy. 

Coming out as trans wasn’t something terrifying, but definitely proved to be an obstacle. Sapnap knew since they were kids, but George was fairly new to this information. Both continue to be supportive, especially his boyfriend who just needed to be further educated. He refers to Dreams transition as his epic origin story. Dream remembered the day well. George’s first night in Florida, the day they started dating.

They were lying in bed just hanging out when the smaller boy noticed something unusual. Dream's breathing had sped up, almost erratically.

"Dream? Hey, it's ok, what's wrong?"

“I’m trans, I transitioned a while ago I guess... I want you to know.” He cringed at the roughness of his own voice, but George just looked back smiling.

“Really? That’s awesome, I'm so proud of you clay, thank you for trusting me.” He paused. “Can- can I tell you something too? Since we're sharing?"  Dream nodded, his breathing had steadied, unlike his heart which was now beating faster.  "I really want to kiss you, I have for a while..." George whispered as if treading on thin ice, "is that ok? If it's not I-" The younger quickly interrupted.  

"please" Dream blushed and George smiled so brightly, it was as if he was the sun itself. 

If only lying in bed all morning, and reminiscing was an option. The human body can be brutal. If you don’t eat, only more pain will follow. How fucked is that? ‘Alright, maybe nutrients are a must’ he thought, wincing as he made his way into the en-suite bathroom. Painkillers, water, something to eat.

His socks nearly slipped on the tiled floor as he swung the mirror open on its hinges. It revealed a cabinet of various medicines and a blue container with a trans flag sticker on the front. Dream carefully placed the box on the sink. It contained his t shots, menstrual pads, and Tylenol. Check. He’d always wondered why they made the pad wrappers so damn loud. If he’d gone to a public high school… well that would've been terrifying to use the bathroom.

Medicine acquired, huh like Medicine by Harry Styles-  fuck, the water. Right. He took a deep breath, let his chest fall, and prepared to walk down the stairs. Yeah, It's an easy task walking, just really fucking uncomfortable 

The last door leading to the steps belonged to George. Even though the two were dating, they still liked their own spaces. Dream looked at the door, silently hoping it would open to his boyfriend's face. He was feeling extra clingy today, though the other was presumably asleep. The blonde continued hobbling towards the kitchen. He was able to pour a glass of water, take the medicine, and grab a blueberry muffin. and trudged to the living room. The glass and muffin were placed on the coffee table.

Dream eventually found himself slumped horizontally on the grey couch, dragging up the end of his Sooners hoodie. He couldn’t help but squirm. In an attempt to soothe the pain, he placed his hands below his belly button where dark hair met the edge of black sweatpants. Dream closed his eyes, wishing the uncomfortable feeling away. It wasn’t just his stomach, his back and thighs ached terribly as well. He drank the whole glass of water. Some time had passed, and a shuffling noise sounded from the staircase behind him.

“Hey Dream? Do you want to get sushi for...” George stopped in his tracks. His whole demeanor changed in a split second, concern was now written on his face. “Oh, honey what’s wrong?” He spoke softly. Dream looked up, exhausted.

“I look that bad, huh?” The blonde joked. His boyfriend's eyebrows shot up, waiting for an answer. He knew however, Dream would only ask for help if he thought he was on the verge of death. “I got my period. Fucking hurts, you’d think testosterone would get rid of everything y’know.” He winced. George’s eyes widened.

"Have you taken any painkillers?" A nod. 

“Hang on I’ll be right back.” He ran back upstairs. The scrawny brunette almost flew as if he had an elytra. Dream failed at holding in his laughter, clutching his exposed middle. After a minute, his boyfriend returned with a handful of items. He could make out a soft grey blanket, a Minecraft bee plushie, and a small package of chocolate chip cookies. George set them down on the coffee table and settled next to him. “I think that’s everything” he smiled. “Does it hurt here the most?” George placed his palm on his stomach, massaging the area. Dream nodded. Just when he thought he couldn’t love this boy more, he was proved to be mistaken. The brunette shuffled between his legs so they both lay horizontally. Then he pushed the grey fabric of the hoodie farther up Dream’s chest.

“What are you doing.” He murmured, amused, watching his boyfriend casually checking him out.

“Well,” he paused, leaning down to kiss two healed scars. “My mum used to tell me when I was sick, that love can help you feel better quicker.” George kissed his way downwards. The blonde blushed as his boyfriend lay nuzzling his stomach. "I love your body, a heat pack can't give you kisses either. That's my job and I'm clocking in right now. Deal with it." He mumbled into Dream's happy trail, aka his favorite pillow.

A hand met dark hair, caressing soft curls. The brunette looked up into jade green eyes. "When we get married it'll be in sickness and in health you know?" he smirked as Dream's eye widened. That had to be the sweetest thing he'd ever said to him. Dream found himself quickly coming up with a joke response. He'd start crying if he didn't. 

"Wow, that's a great idea marrying a millionaire. I can see the appeal." He laughed willing his eyes to stay dry, and George shot up, feigning hurt. 

"Dream! I was being genuine! And you're a millionaire too! I should leave you here. I'll get sushi with Sapnap and you won't get an- mmph!" A cookie from the coffee table was shoved into his mouth, with the culprit laughing hysterically. 

"Oh my god, I actually feel better already." Dream's entire chest shook from the force of his laughter. His stomach jumped as George poked him roughly, crumbs still falling from his mouth. "Hey! you're getting crumbs on my tummy" he pouted. George grabbed the grey blanket and wiped the crumbs off. 

"Does it still hurt?" His hand stayed on dreams stomach, caressing the light hair. Dream let out a low hum and closed his eyes, finally content with gaining the attention he craved. 

"A bit. The meds helped, you did too but it's mostly my back that aches now." Dream murmured. The brunette smiled softly, huddling closer into his chest. 

"I might have a thing for your tummy though, it's so warm, soft, and squishy. Perfect for me to lay on, perfect for me to kiss." George laughed as Dream's eyes shot open, and he noticeably blushed. 

"That's exactly what I think about your ass, what a coincidence." Uno reverse,  Dream thought. 

"Dream!" George gasped. It was his turn to be left flustered. 

"I'm being genuine too! I swear!" He defended, gently kissing the top of dark curls. George's hair had grown quite a lot, he noticed. 

The thumping of feet meeting stairs sounded again. Sapnap froze in his path, dawning his usual black Nike shorts. He stood assessing the (almost) crime scene. A mess of crumbs, blankets, and limbs. The sight was scandalous at first glance.

"Bro what the fuck happened, y'all were so loud. " he chuckled.

"I don't feel well," Dream spoke before George leaned in, and whispered something in his boyfriend's ear. Sapnap stood with his arms crossed over the Balenciaga hoodie, while the other two shared a devious smirk. 

"That's it? Dude, it looks like you fucked and took a snack break." He looked at Dream's shirt still pulled up, his hair still a mess, cheeks flushed.

"Oh my god, Dream we should actually have snack breaks whenever we-" A large hand quickly clamped over Georges's mouth. Dream quickly interrupted before Sapnap could be tortured further.

"Shark week, could you head out and get some more menstrual pads? You can use my card for lunch." He asked, hand still on the other's face. This time it was to keep him from laughing. The blonde put on his best puppy dog eyes. The question clearly caught Sapnap off guard, but he caved anyway.

"Alright, which ones though there's like a ton at the store." He asked, unphased by George's antics. 

“Well, I usually get the lime ones. There are different flavors you know.” Dream kept his expression blank, thank god the smp lore was scripted. The acting did come in handy.

“The what!? Say that again? ” Sapnap gaped in horror, eyes wide, wondering if his ears had deceived him.

“The lime ones, I would get lemon but it’s a bit musky. Just ask someone for help.” He waved a hand that said, it's the simplest concept in the world man. 

The youngest of the three boys stood there for a solid 30 seconds. George could practically see the gears turning in his head, letting out steam. The poor guy was thinking so hard he almost felt bad. 

”What the fuck, alright, lime pads, cool” he sighed in defeat, and walked out the front door. As soon as the door slammed and the coast was clear, Dream brought his hand off George’s mouth. The two burst out laughing. Genuine, eye-crinkling, gut laughter. George hiked his leg over Dream's.

“Holy shit he fell for it, my little instigator!” Dream gasped. Maybe today will turn out alright. He sighed with a smile, reminded of the unconditional support his friends (and boyfriend) provided.

"Aww, we broke Sapnap" George scoffed. "Are you hungry? I wanna order lunch." 

They ended up getting chipotle. One bean burrito later, Dream tucked them both under the blanket, and rested his chin on top of George’s head. He spotted the forgotten bee plushie, folding it under his arm, and falling into sleep. 

(Later...)

SLAM!

The door shut loudly, and the boys woke to a sharp glare from Sapnap. 

"Do you know what happened at the store?" The shorter pointed accusingly at Dream. "I asked this kind lady for your shit, and she starts laughing! Says there's no such thing!" He threw his hands in the air. 

“It was George, I’m just an accomplice.” Dream immediately threw his boyfriend under the bus. 

"This! This is why I slapped the shit out of that little bitch. George, I hope Dream hogs the sheets tonight, fuck." He left up the stairs as quickly as he arrived. George scoffed and lifted his head off the taller. Dream giggled at a stray hair sticking up on his head.

"You feel any better?" he sleepily enquired, worry on his face.

"Yeah," Dream smiled wide, "I'm all good."

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Here to promote the nsfw second part “giving in to lust”

This series is probably my favorite of all my works