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Not every day is the best day for 15 year old Craig Tucker, but today was by far the worst. The moment he opened the doors into the school building, he was met with the loud voices of students, and being pushed and bumped into constantly. Loud noises on top of being touched? It made the poor boy overstimulated from the start of his day. Because of this harsh beginning to the morning, his senses were heightened times 10. The lights were too bright, people’s voices were practically screaming in both of his ears, his clothes felt too tight on his skin, there were too many different smells radiating off of the people around him, he felt his hair touching his neck slightly, yet it felt like so much.
He put his backpack in his locker, and just stared inside of it for a moment, trying to calm himself down even though it felt nearly impossible, before he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. The tap made him jump, and his neck snapped to look behind him, and there stood his beloved boyfriend, Tweek Tweak. His shoulders twitched as Craig turned his head around so quickly.
“GAH! Jesus, man…You okay?” Tweek questioned. He had never seen his boyfriend so jumpy before, and it concerned him immensely.
Craig took a deep breath, trying not to concern Tweek anymore than he seemed. “I’m fine, honey. Lets just go to class”. Tweek nods, not wanting to pry any further since he knew he would just be blown off, and the two walked to class together.
As the teacher spoke, Tweek looked back over at his boyfriend, and noticed him covering his ears with his hands tightly. He decides to rip out a piece of paper and writes a note on it, before crumbling it up and passing it over to him. Craig looks down at the piece of paper that was thrown at him. He uncrumbles it, and reads the note that was left inside.
‘Are you okay?’ Craig considers his answer for a moment, before writing back ‘I’m okay’, and throwing it back. Tweek knows him better than this, he knows he’s lying, and he wasn’t surprised when his boyfriend raised his hand and asked to be excused to the restroom. The class continues, and Craig does not return.
The class ends, and Tweek gets up, packing his things in his crossbody bag he enjoyed carrying around, and making his way to the bathroom. He walks in, and notices the middle stall closed, and someone sitting on the floor, and of course, it was Craig. Tweek sighs, this wasn’t the first time something like this has happened, and it pains him to know that fact.
He walks up to the stall, and gently knocks on it. “Craig, baby?” Tweeks tone is as soft as he could make it, wanting his tone to be gentle sounding since he knows his boyfriend isn’t in the best state. A small whimper can be heard from inside of the stall, and the tone from it is so sad.
“Can I come in? Please?” Tweek asks. There's a moment of silence, before a click is heard. Tweek opens the stall, and sees Craig curled up on the gross bathroom floor. He closes the stall door behind him, locking it again and sitting on his knees. He gently puts his fingers on Craig’s cheeks, and when he doesn’t pull away, he tilts Craigs face up, and sees that the poor boy had been crying his eyes out. Tweek sighs and gently kisses his forehead.
Craig lets out a few whimpers, and he tugs at Tweeks shirt with his hands. Tweek recognizes his behavior, and he knows that he’s feeling small, and Tweek is perfectly okay and prepared for it. He pulls the boy on his lap, and removes his jacket so then he can feel a bit less trapped.
“There’s my baby…” Tweek speaks gently. He then reaches into his bag, his hand searching for something, before pulling out a spare paci he had just for his little.
Tweek moves the pacifier close to Craigs chin, gently asking, “Can you say ah, bubba?”.
Craig opens his mouth, sniffling up the dribbles of snot running down his nose from crying as the paci is moved into his mouth. He begins to suck on it, and Tweek pulls him closer. He takes off Craigs blue chullo, and runs his fingers through his short black hair.
“It’s okay, I’m here, angel…” Tweek whispers in his ear. Craigs hands begin to relax from his tight grip on Tweeks shirt, and his breathing slowly softens. Tweek puts his hand on the side of Craig's head, and moves it to rest on his shoulder. He gently pets his hair, and kisses the top of his head. His touch is so gentle, it’s as if he’s afraid of breaking Craig. Craig sucks the pacifier as tears fall down his cheeks and his body trembles, but he loves the feeling of being treated as if he was a baby.
Tweek whispers in his ear, “How about after school, we can go to your house and color? Would you like that, angel?” He asks his baby.
Craig nods, loving to color when he’s little. He enjoys drawing aliens and stars a lot, and Tweek loves taking pictures of the drawings.
After a long and hard day of school, the two pack their bags and head out of the crowded building, and head straight for Craig's house. The two held hands as they walked, and made sure they avoided anywhere their friends would be walking so they could get to Craigs house quickly. Once they arrive, Craig unlocks the door and the two walk in.
Craig’s mother, Laura, sees the two and greets them. “Hey, boys”.
“Hey, mom”. Craig responds, just wanting to escape to his room. He walks ahead of Tweek to go straight upstairs, and Tweek just smiles and waves at Laura.
The two make it to Craig’s bedroom, and Craig immediately flops to his bed. Tweek smiles and grabs some paper and crayons from Craigs desk for him to color on, and brings them to the bed. He gives him a book to put the paper on, and gives Craig his pacifier and alien plushie to cuddle with.
Craig scribbles on his paper as he suckles on the pacifier happily, and Tweek watches him as he sits on the edge of the bed. Tweek pets his hair gently, and occasionally leaves kisses on his head, before Craig holds up his drawing for Tweek. It was a spaceship floating in space surrounded by stars and planets.
“Awe, good boy, Craig. It looks so good, angel…” Tweek praises.
Craig smiles and kicks his feet against his pillow. Tweek smiles at his baby, remembering just how sweet and cute he is when regressed. He loves his baby, and he loves being his caregiver.