Made on: 2nd of November 2021
Published: 22nd of November 2021
Suggested: Uttiir123
george has autism :]
this chapter has age regression <3
andddd both of them are asexual :D because ✨ representation ✨ (don't worry there's nothing sexual in the chapter, it's just that I wanted to specify <3)
George huffed as he slipped into the keyhole, wincing quickly as he heard the 'soft' click of the door opening, shoulder slowly untensing as he finally saw the familiar setting of their dorms, utterly exhausted of being in a noisy environment.
He had gotten used to it, the sweaty boys, gossiping girls, loud as fuck theater kids, and of course the annoying band kids...doesn't mean he liked it though.
Dream openly groaned out loud as he dramatically leaned against the door frame, furrowing his brows together as he heard his bones pop back together.
"Fuck public school,"
Dream huffed, groggily getting off of the door frame and hanging his head low as he took off his shoes, taking a deep breath of air from beneath his mask.
"I second that,"
George chuckled, being surprised at how deep his voice sounded due to not talking to anyone all day, choosing to keep his head down and just talk using facial expressions. (He's tried using sign language, but he almost got expelled because a teacher thought it was gang signs)
He cleared his throat as he took off his shoes and impulsively squirted some hand sanitizer onto his hand, rubbing them together and motioning for Dream to do the same.
Dream rolled his eyes fondly but listened nonetheless, doing anything to ease George's anxiety.
He flashed him a small smile and just stood there, probably longer than what would be considered normal.
Th environment was constantly changing, one second they were in a building and the next second they were on the road, above the speed limit as they were desperate to get home and just cuddle their worries away.
He liked the rush of adrenaline even now and then but now it was just getting annoying, he couldn't even try fake laughing it off because they had walked past a group of vapers when they were getting into the car and George's lungs had practically turned into ash itself.
"You okay bubs?"
Dream gently poked George's shoulder as he tried to bring the boy back down to earth, unhooking the balloon from around George's waist that was gonna carry him up up into the clouds.
"Not sure.."
George mumbled, pressing his and Dream's chest together and just hiding his face into the crook of his neck (he had to stand on his tippy toes, but honestly, he didn't really mind).
"How about we go and shower first and then we'll sort stuff out after baby?"
Dream tried to make his voice as soft as possible, knowing that if he even raised his voice by a little bit it would irritate George. (He couldn't exactly blame him, he never knew how some people were so goddamn energetic)
"Yeah that's fine,"
George shrugged his shoulders as he slowly unlatched himself from Dream, booping Dream's index finger two times, to say; "I love you" (It was their little secret language).
They both walked towards their different showers, both yawning immediately as they were surrounded by a familiar place.
It was short lived however, considering that both of them were tired as hell and the hot steam in the shower wasn't doing much.
Dream was probably already finished, patiently waiting for George to be finished with whatever he was doing.
George huffed as he tried to shuffle through his closet and find one piece of clothing that didn't feel like sandpaper, it wasn't like they weren't washed or hadn't been taken care of.
Objectively, they were fairly soft but that isn't gonna change the fact that the texture still sucked.
Why are all my good clothes in the wash?
He blames Dream for making him do that, though he doesn't necessarily hate it too much, considering the fact that his favourite hoodies also came out softer afterwards.
After one more desperate look in the closet and an eye-roll, he decides to pick up his phone and message Dream to give him one of his own hoodies.
gimmie one of ur hoodies
okayyy, want me to bring to your room bubs? :]
ye
A fond smile came across his face without him even noticing it, maybe even a light layer of blush...
Knock! Knock!
George's phone almost slipped out of his hand as his head snapped over to door, placing a hand over his beating heart so that he could try and calm himself, oh yeah another thing about Dream is that he's super fucking fast.
"Here you go bubs!"
Dream looked a little bit silly as he stuck his hand through the little crack in the door that he made for him, shaking around his hand a little bit so that George could see it properly.
"Thanks babe,"
George tried to make his voice sound sincere but it was kinda hard to be peppy and all happy when he was put through hell and back.
"You're welcomeeeeee, anyway imma just stand over here,"
George looked over to the door, confused on why Dream was just standing behind the door, and it was almost as if Dream could read his mind. Weirdly reassuring.
"I just wanna be able to give you a hug when you're ready, because like today was so long but if you're not comfy with that then that's fineeeee-"
Dream just kept on rambling on and on while George just walked up to the door and opened it, looking the clearly nervous boy in the eyes and just hugging him immediately...to which he regretted almost as immediately.
"Sorry about that, today was just really bad,"
George felt like he was being just a tad bit dramatic, sure he would prefer it he didn't really touch Dream for a little while especially since his shirt felt like a bunch of needles pricking into his skin- but he still thinks that moving away from your boyfriend like he's poisonous is mean.
"No no! It's fine bubs! Hmmm...want me to get Mr. Benny?"
'Mr.Benny' was one of George's favourite stim toys, it was a little frog that was big, fluffy and crinkled whenever he squeezed on the arms, the arm was kinda falling off but they were gonna take it to Dream's grandma to get it fixed up soon anyway.
"Uhm.. yeah sure,"
The only reason why George was so hesitant was because he didn't necessarily didn't wanna slip. Well, he did wanna slip but he didn't wanna give Dream that sort of responsibility, Dream probably wanted to spend time with his big boyfriend and have a nice day.
Dream only hummed as he slipped past George and went into his room, walking over to the little navy blue box they had in the corner and opened it up, looking through all of George's toys and picking up Mr. Benny.
"Here he is love,"
Dream let George pick up Mr. Benny and latch onto him at his own pace, throwing him a small fond smile before he walked back to the living room, trying to make his footsteps as soft as possible.
George huffed as he looked at Mr. Benny, lips pressed firmly together before he just simply held him in his hands and desperately tried to ignore the way that his brain got really really happy from hearing the little crinkles.
George trudged through the living room and kitchen connected, seeing that Dream was leaning onto the marble counter, he was gonna join him by walking up to the counter and sitting on it before deciding to go and lie down on the couch, Mr. Benny fully agreeing.
"You wanna do anything? I was planning to just order dinner but we can do anything you want angel,"
Anddd there it was, the one word that could make George slip in an instant.
It was almost like Dream could sense that George wasn't big anymore, even if he hadn't talked yet or even moved.
"Mhm, I don' know a'out din di- dinner, dinner is what I mean t' say,"
He tried to hide it from Dream by crinkling Mr. Benny's hand louder, but his baby babbles made him stick out like a sore thumb.
His 'baby babbles' were like a sort of language that he had developed whenever he regressed, as in some words would become slurred or abbreviated.
His cheeks heated up with embarrassment as he heard Dream walk over to where he was lying down, leaning down so that he could see George adorable blushing face.
"No need to be embarrassed angel, just tell Dada how small you are and he'll make everything better,"
Dream spoke softly as he waited for George to come out from his hiding place from behind Mr. Benny, seeing his coffee eyes peer up at him shyly.
"Take your time baby, Dada's here,"
Dream soothed any sort of anxiety that may have pooled in George's tummy, spotting the way that George held up one finger.
"Ohh, you're so tiny angel,"
Dream giggled as he heard the slightly embarrassed squeak from George, the best way he could express his emotions while being regressed so small.
"Dada will order some good food for your tummy 'kay baby? You don't have to worry about a thing angel,"
Dream smiled down from where he was standing, seeing George put up his thumb in agreement, only to try and trail it to his mouth.
"Nuh uh, get it out of your mouth angel,"
Dream softly picked up George's thumb with his index finger and thumb and re-directed it back to the toy.
George huffed and kicked his legs in disagreement, looking up at Dream with a pouty face.
"I'll get your paci angel, be a good boy and don't put your thumb back in your mouth,"
Dream smiled as he heard George eagerly shuffle around from where he was lying down on the couch, excited to be praised for being such a 'good boy'.
It felt like forever to George as he plainly looked up to the blank ceiling, trying to find some sort of way to distract himself from his thumb, it was something nice but he knew that if he waited longer, something nicer will happen.
"Back angel! Anddd, I have your paci,"
Dream lowered his voice the second he saw George again, waving it in front of the boy's gaze so that he could try and regain his attention.
"Open wideeee,"
Dream teased as he gently pushed it against George's lips, popping it in and feeling his heart melt at the way that George just looked so peaceful, finally complete with two of his three favourite things.
'What's the third thing?'...Disney movies, he loved Dream but he couldn't exactly make a full movie, now could he?
"How about we watch Snow White honey? Would that make my baby happy?"
George's eyes instantly snapped to Dream as he stared at him with wide eyes, flopping around on the couch like a little worm, even tapping his knuckles on his hand with his index finger from his other hand.
"I think it willllll,"
Dream sang the sentence sweetly before doing a little jazz movement with his shoulders, knowing how happy it made his baby.
As he walked in front of the couch, he noticed that George was taking up the whole thing, so he decided that he would be sitting on the soft couch-like chair that was next to it.
He held onto the remote and navigated between the slightly confusing controls of the TV and the remote, it wasn't like they used it a lot, preferring their laptop and monitors.
"There we go,"
Dream whispered to himself as he finally got Snow White onto the screen, turning around so that he could see the way that George was looking at the screen, looking amazed as if he was surprised that Dream actually followed through with what he said.
"Can Dada sit next to you please?"
Dream tries to make his voice sound as comforting as possible, no point in asking the question if George doesn't feel like he has the option to say 'no'.
"Mhm, but on dat chair only, you can t'uch hair too,"
George pointed to the chair that was mentioned earlier, shaking his head slightly so that Dream could see that hey; 'this is the only place you can touch'.
"Thank you angel,"
He let the movie play in the background as he walked over to the chair and tried to push it to the couch as quietly as he can, feeling too many bones pop back into place as he finally stood back up.
He sat down and began to gently play with George's hair, not rough enough so that George would be constantly focusing on the feeling but just enough so that it would be like a little reminder that Dream was there.
"Dada look! Mean queen!"
Dream let George babble on and on about the queen and how she looked, never feeling even the slightest annoyance as he heard George excitedly squeal as he saw more animals fill the screen.
It was one of George's favourite movies, second favourite to Beauty and the Beast because that movie is a masterpiece.
Dream decided he'll order dinner a little bit later, besides it was only 4 p.m., he could spare a few minutes or maybe even hours listening to his baby.
Word Count: 2266
sup cutie :]