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☾*~ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ʙᴀʙʏ~*☽

ship:
dreamnotfound

𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲:
george ♥︎

CG:
dream

🄽🄸🄲🄺🄽🄰🄼🄴🅂:
baby, bubba

these stories range from really short to really long.

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Little space is where you get into the head space of a child, entering a child like care free space away from the adult world. Its a way of coping from some sought off stress you may be experiencing.
i myself am a little, and wanted to make this story to show both the signs of little space, and how much even a small toy can mean to us within the little community. my favorite stuffy is a cow that i named moo moo! he's basically like my go-to-get-away-from-everything headspace and comfort stuffy.
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It was a rainy day in london, the britain water drops tapping the sides of the apartment both george and dream had moved into. It was a small place nonetheless, yet perfect for the two males. The beautiful, and surprisingly crowded, streets were glistening with streams of the clear liquid falling from the sky. Not an inch you couldn't see from how hard it seemed to have been pouring.

Although most would find this irritating, the boys loved it. Rainy days always seemed to have a homey feeling to them, along with staying indoors and huddling up together whilst they listened to the light taps of the raindrops.

And they did as they would, george sitting on dreams lap as he held a teddy bear he called hope, and played with the little collar around his neck. The leather surrounding his throat was a beautiful baby blue with a cute bow in the front of it. It read, Baby.

Baby. Dream's baby. That's is what the british boy was. His adorable little whom he could hold forever if humanly possible. The blonde loved him to pieces, and every possible chance he had, he told the boy that.

Both the teddy and collar being two of the many things he had bought George, showing that his coping mechanism was okay. In fact, he loved the brunette being that way. It made his day to see George cuddle a teddy bear or wear cute pastel skirts, croptops, and oversized hoddies in front of him.

George was perfect in his eyes, and was his. There is not one day where George constantly asks the older for varieties of affection. Hugs, Kisses, even little makout sessions here and there. Occasionally he will crawl into the younger boy's lap while he works on coding, talking about how much he loved his bubba.

The two were seated on the couch, making small talk on how much love they had for one another, and Dream occaionally tickling George to make him get flustered.

"I love you mooorrrreee bubba"
The blonde let out a low chuckle, brushing a loose strand of hair out of his little's eyes. Those beautiful chocolate-brown orbs. The same one Dream fell in love with many years ago.

It wasn't till recently George started showing his mindspace to Dream. He was alwasy aware of his behavior, hiding it because of the built up anxiety he had over it. Back when he was still living with his mother, the woman refused to let him wear what he wanted, and burned everything feminine he had.

Not all littles are feminine. Please understand that. In this book george had gotten the more feminine side of choosing what he wanted to wear and feels alot comfortable in it. It makes him feel okay being the way he is.

"That's not possible. You and I both know that."
The blonde kissed the older's forehead, moving one of his hands to hold george's. God, how he loved this man. Everything about him made his heart twirl.

"So, what did you name the teddy, baby?"
George let out an excited giggle, pushing away from dream to grab the bear beside them. His pastel yellow skirt catching Dream's attention as it swayed while he walked. He came back to the younger, sitting directly onto his lap as he held the golden brown stuffy in his hand.

"I named her Hope! Look! I even wrote it on the tag so we dont forget her name!"
Dream smiled, watching as George happily showed him the tag on the foot of the bear. He was adorable, and no one could say otherwise. An idea came to his mind as he pushed the little off of his lap, playfully tickling him onto the couch.

"Cl-Ay- S- Stop ittt!"
The giggle George let out soon cam to an end as he felt his Fluffy Hope get taken from his hands. His eyes jolted to Dream, whom had a frowm on his face and one hand rested on george's thigh. The teddy had been lifted just out of george's reach, resulting to him trying to stand on the couch and attempt to steal it back.

"Ah Ah! No."
Dream pointed his pointer finger at George, watching as the boy still tried to grab the animal plushy from him. Even if it was the smllest of disobedience, the younger boy didn't like it whatsoever.

"George."
The little immediately stopped, hearing his name come out of his owners mouth meant he was in trouble. He hadn't realized that Dream had told him no beforehand, so ofcourse he was going to keep up his act.

"Sit down, or else im taking the collar away too."
The order made George obey almost immediately. Clay's voice seemed to have been darker and he had to have raised it. Taking the boys collar away was almost as heartbreaking as losing someone you loved the most, but was one of the only ways he'd listen. Even taking his stuffed animals away couldn't amount to it.

Tears swelled the brunette's eyes as he looked away from Dream, sitting down in place on the couch. He felt as though he had did wrong, and angled his head to where Dream could undo the clip if necessary.

"Baby.."
The taller sat the teddy down, pushing one of his hands to the boy's chin. Unknowingly, he realized he had raised his voice at him, and threatening to take his collar had only made it worse.

"Hey, 'm sorry.. Bubba isn't gonna take your collar, okay? You know how i get when you call me by my real name. You've been good all day today. Bubba's sorry."
Before pulling the smaller into a hug, he kissed him gently. As if to reassure that he was okay, and wan't being bad to him whatsoever. With this, George's crying slowed. He let out a soft giggle as he felt Dream kiss his neck every now and then during the warm hug.

"I sorry bub..."
George let one of his hands caress the beautiful pearly-white bow on his collar, one of the ways he'd also cope when upset.

"How about this, you grab all of your stuffed animals and bring them over here. I'll put on a movie for us to watch."
Dream smiled at the boy, watching as he excitedly left the living room in search of every stuffy he had.

What a great night they were gonna have, the light raindrops still giving off soft background noises. Something the both of them could easily fall asleep to.

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𝚒- 𝚊𝚠𝚑. 𝚑𝚎𝚢! 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜!
𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝.
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎.
𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 ♥︎
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