DreamSMP AgeRegression (Co-Written)

Boxes and Clothes

Little!Dream CG!Phil and Kristen (mentioned CG!Sapnap, but he's only there briefly)

TW: mention of a toxic mother, a couple swears

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Dream sat nervously in front of his monitor, face came on and in one of Phil's merch hoodies that was purposely too baggy on him. It was their annual discord face came call they had for little him and it was also the one of the times where Phil had sent him a box of stuff. He was scared because he had admitted to Phil that yeah, he wanted a dress a bit less gender normative while small but never did thanks to what his parents engraved in his head. And he knew Phil's tendency to buy him things when he admitted stuff like that-

Phil turned on his monitor, as he was wearing a t-shirt and flannel himself, give off super large dad vibes as he smiled through the camera at the little, "ello, dream, are you doing well?" Phill questioned, his eyes trailing over the screen as he noticed the box

The box sat somewhat in view of Dream's Webcam, there's wrapping paper Phil always used nearly blending in. "Mhm..." he said in a somewhat nervous voice, grabbing the nearest plush to him and hugging it close. It was one of Ranboo's sitting ones, and he loved it to pieces. He even got in a half black and half white choker with a heart in the center, to stand in as a collar.

Phil smiled warmly, looking online to remember exactly what he'd ordered, "I presume you got the package I sent by now, yeah?" He asked, already knowing that answer but making calm conversation with the little

Dream nodded, grabbing the big box and pulling it in front of his chair. It didn't fit into his lap, but he had a small table in front of his chair so it was still in view. "Uh-Huh! It's huge!!" Dream said. Since the two were countries apart the way Phil spoiled his little was by sending boxes of stuff at random times, since the two couldn't easily meet in person

Phil nodded, "that it is, the tape is east to tear this time tho so you don't need scissors this time, " phill commented, remembering the last fiasco

Yeah last time Dream struggled for 5 minutes with tape and ended up cutting himself with the scissors. He nodded some, tearing the decorative green tape off easily and opening the flaps. Everything was very neatly wrapped and packaged, as Phil's normal style. The little's eyes widened as seeing just how much there was. "There's so much stuff!!!"

"Yep, and it's color coded," phil said as he watched the cam, "I recommend opening red.1 first," phill said, remembering he'd packaged loads of dreams favorite little snacks for him

Dream nodded, grabbing the one Phil said. Since Phil was in the UK he liked to send Dream snacks the US didn't have, and some of them he loved. He gasped excitedly at the packet of jaffa cakes, grinning. "Fank you!!!"

"Of course, little one, there's some more there too," he said, smiling as he watched dream get excited

Dream grinned some. He grabbed one of the yellow packages, excitedly opening it. His eyes when wide and he looked around his room nervously when he saw what it was, a skirt. He looked at the skirt and then looked back at Phil with a confused look, as if asking if it really was for him or if it was maybe for Drista? Though it seemed a bit big for her-

"Its for you, kiddo, you said you'd like to dress out of the gender normative, so I sent some different options for ya," phil spoke softly, knowing to keep his voice always a bit lower if the topic could overwhelm the little

Dream shook his head. "Nuh! Momma be mad.." he said with a soft whine. Of course he didn't live with his mom, he lived with Sapnap, but still he was scared.

Phil hummed and nodded, "kiddo, she won't be upset with you... she won't know, and, she told you that your happiness comes first... think about that, not about what she said you couldn't do," phill said this with hope his words would sooth the little, smiling gently still