dsmp age regression oneshots

daddy

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

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george can't think straight.

he's half asleep, clinging to stay awake long enough to at least last until the end of their call.

he, dream, sapnap, karl and quackity had all been talking for the greater part of five hours now. he could tell they were all tired but the conversations were good and they were having fun and it's clear that none of them really want the night to end, especially since they didn't have as many times where they were all free together anymore.

but it's past three am and george had been doing so well with his sleep schedule recently...

well, little george had been doing well. every night for almost two weeks now, george has resigned himself to his room early under the premise of getting work done. really, he was curling up in bed in fluffy pyjamas with his mushroom stuffy and watching kids shows, his thumb ending up in his mouth more often than not.

still, he wasn't used to staying up this late, neither was he in tune with his big headspace, especially not when he was tired.

so the brunette found himself slipping in and out of it, going from talking casually to daydreaming about the flying fish fingers in charlie and lola (his favourite show at the moment and the one he used to watch with his mum when he was a kid).

he keeps jerking back into the moment because of something loud like quackity laughing or sapnap getting defensive about not having a crush on karl.

the usual.

more than once he found his thumb inching up to his mouth but he'd push it away as soon as he noticed, wiping it on his pants leg with a grimace and listening back on the conversation.

"well yeah, that's what george said, isn't it?"

he's in touch enough to know he's being spoken to by dream, but he's lost as to what it's about. "huh?"

"jesus, dude, you sound tired," sapnap says, his own voice croaky. "maybe we should call it a night?"

"don't end just for me," george insists, fighting the slur in his own voice. his friends were having fun, he didn't want to ruin it!

"okay, gog, but you need to get some sleep," sapnap replied, voice stern but still soft and sweet. it made george's brain feel like cotton.

"m'kay daddy," he replies thoughtlessly, blinking his eyes to stay open as he reaches for his mouse to log out.

he paused at the sound of loud loud laughter erupting into his ears through his headphones. it makes him tense because it's so sudden and overwhelming. he looks at the call to see most of his friends' icons lit up green as they laugh, noises overlapping, and his face scrunches up in confusion.

"fucking hell george, don't bring you and sap's kink shit into our call, keep your sex to yourself," quackity speaks through laughter.

"we've never had sex, q, shut up," sapnap spits back.

"is this like power play?" karl asks through his own giggling.