Dreamnotfound one shots

Age Regression pt. 2

Prompt: (requested) talking about dreams regressions

Words: 1701
Cw: mention of abuse
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Dream had began to slip more and more.
He was finding himself less, and less mature.
Being under heaps up stress for videos, it was messing with his mind.

He wanted to go a day without severe ptsd from his childhood, or grinding away at his computer.

He wanted to just relax for a while, with his boyfriend. George had been busy also, so their time spend together was decreasing.

Besides, Dream didn't want to bother George when was regressed. He felt it was still embarrassing, even though George had found out.

Instead of relaxing with George when he was little, he'd been in his room by himself. Either watching cartoons, or playing with random things he owned. Like toys, or stuffed animals.

It was just what he liked to do when he was little. Not daring to ask George to come and hang out with him.

But today was the day. he'd not only show george his toys, but also tell him about his childhood. And why he was even regressing in the first place.

Although there wasn't a straight answer, george deserved to know the truth. As their relationship was getting far more serious.

Most of the time dream was regressed, it wasn't on purpose. It could be used a coping mechanism, but in his case, it was usually involuntary.

Dream stumbled down the carpeted stairs. Seeing George sitting on the couch, watching tv of some sort.

He felt very little. Maybe around four or five.
He couldn't remember the reason his slipped away from his usual headspace. Most likely being stressed, and unmotivated.

He slowly approached George. The brunette smiling, as he walked closer.
George immediately noticed how Dream was holding onto his beloved stuffed bear. The one he always had when he was regressing.

Realizing what was going on, George welcomed him with open arms. He was mostly surprised to even see his boyfriend when he felt little. Due to dream locking himself in his room.

"Hi, lovely" George cooed. Grabbing onto one of dreams hands. Feeling how soft his palms were.

The blond sheepishly smiled, looked away.
"hi" he mumbled, in a sweet voice.

George admired his sudden shy state. His usual cocky boyfriend was truly adorable.
"How old we feeling?"

Dream only shrugged. He did know, but couldn't be bother to say anything. Smiling a tad, seeing the brunettes heartfelt look.

"Are you okay? Do you want to watch something, or cuddle?"
George just wanted to spend time with the other. Feeling happy because dream felt safe enough to be with him. Even when he felt little.

George was simply eager to see him like this.

Dream began to say something, but stopped himself. Suddenly feeling embarrassed about his question.
What if George said no? Would he laugh?

George urged him to continue, while kissing his wrist.
"Will you come play with me?" He said with a small quiet voice.

George couldn't help but be overjoyed by the innocent request. Of course he'd go play.
Who cared if his attention span was different, he'd do it for Dream.

Nodding, George led dream back to his bedroom Giggling at dreams embarrassed face.

"I wanna play with my cars!" Dream giggled happily.