dsmp age regression oneshots

so what?

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

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so what if, sometimes, when dream drifts off to sleep, george continues to watch the kid's show that's playing on the tv?

so what if, every now and then, when he shares a bed with little dream, he liked to steal a teddy to cuddle up with, just to pretend that he doesn't know how it found his arms when he wakes up the next morning?

so what if, occasionally, george will do things that purposefully tempt dream into his regression, just so that sapnap will cook them all yummy food and use that soft voice that only comes out for the little blond?

so what if, when george claps his hands alongside dream's excitement, he isn't only doing it to make the blond feel better?

so what if, more often than not, george doesn't only join in dream's colouring sessions to keep him company?

so what?

it's not a big deal.

dream regresses, george and sapnap look after him.

so what?

who cares if sometimes george feels soft too?

no one cares, because he would never dare to tell a soul.

because it doesn't matter.

his job title reads caregiver and that is that.

it doesn't matter...

...until it does.

sapnap shrugs, "well he might as well keep napping until i've finished cooking," he whispers from the doorway to their bedroom, looking fondly at where dream is cuddled up in bed, pacifier in his mouth and george lying beside him.

even though dream is asleep, sapnap's voice is still cotton-soft, and it makes george's heartbeat go slow and gentle and calm.

"does that mean i can stay in bed too?" he asks their youngest boyfriend, trying his best to sound playful rather than hopeful.

sapnap light-heartedly rolls his eyes at him, and george tries his absolute hardest to ignore the minor pang of pain that the action settles deep in his stomach.

it doesn't matter.

"sure," sapnap agrees, a small smirk gracing his features. "but only if you agree to cook dinner tonight, since i'm doing lunch."

george doesn't like that idea. he hates cooking and he hates it even more when he's in the mood to try and steal little bits of comfort from dream's regression, but he supposes that it is worth it for the chance to stay in the sweet atmosphere he's currently blanketed with.