Start song: maybe i will, maybe I won't by the young veins

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Weekends were the only time Tyler got to be little.

Brendon would invite him over most of the time, especially if his parents were out of town.

It had become a routine over the past year, they'd always planned out safe times for him to regress in.

Dallon and Ashley invited him over too but their parents were home most of the time and Tyler wasn't comfortable being regressed around other's, so he only went over was when he wasn't feeling little. He always found more comfort at Brendon's anyways.

Today he wasn't little, his headspace was cloudy and he was home alone with his mom. For once, he wasn't feeling like he could tip edge into little space at any second.

He was comfortable, headphones stuck in his ears as he flipped through his math textbook. It was passed lunch and he was still lounging around in his pyjamas and a hoodie. He had no plans, he didn't want to do anything. After an exhausting week it was nice to have time to himself.

"Tyler."

No acknowledgement, he turned up the volume of his music until she stepped into his room more, just a small step, heels digging into his carpet. His mom could never let him have a day off.

She sighed worriedly and he didn't even have to look up to see the slight disappointment on her face. She always wanted him to be doing something, specifically basketball, math wasn't as important.

"Honey?"

Tyler frowned, rolling over into his stomach so he could see her properly instead of using his peripheral vision. She was leaning a hand against his door frame, tapping her fingers gently. Her nails had been done recently, a manicure of some sort and when she tapped them like she was doing, it was annoying.

"Yeah?" He asked.

His mother sighed. "I'm going out for a meeting, there's some cash on the dining room table and a list of groceries I'm gonna need you to get before dinner." She was leaving again, Tyler didn't really mind.

He tilted his head, staring at her. "Are you not taking the car?"

She shook her head. "No, no, I'm being picked up."

Tyler glared at her suspiciously. "Where are the keys?"

"In my purse, I'll leave them on the dining room table before I go."

He smiled. "Cool." And his mom only nodded, heading out of view. She was back moments later though, poking her head in the doorway, blonde hair swiping to the side, she squinted at him.

"And don't buy any junk food, I know how you are."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "I won't."

*

It took Tyler an hour to get out of bed and another hour to get ready. He left in his pyjamas, a big sweater and baggy pyjama pants with reindeer all over them. They had been a Christmas gift.

He was tired, his body hurt and leaving the house was a pain. It wasn't often that he actually had to do much for the family though, he did have to do chores but that was only every second week and it wasn't anything major. It was rare that his mom ever asked him to do anything. Even though she knew that he'd do whatever she asked him to solely because he wanted her to be happy with him. He just didn't want to disappoint her like he always felt he did.

The grocery list was healthy, no snacks just food his mom could make into dinner, mostly organic. There were a lot of vegetables.

And even though she told him not to get anything unhealthy that didn't stop him from doing it anyways. She wouldn't notice and if she did he knew her well enough that she wouldn't mind that he had bought lucky charms or cookies.

Small things like that never ended up mattering in his family.

He ended up grabbing everything she'd asked him to, checking off the list as he went and once the cart was half full he decided it was his turn to get a few things for himself.

He was about to go grab some cake mix but he froze and paused as he stared into the aisle. He instantly felt his heart speed up and quickly walked away to the side and went into the aisle over. This could not be happening. He should just leave right now.

He peeked into the aisle again, squinted, unsure, but that was him. That was definitely mr.Dun. His hair was unmistakable, even if it had been smashed underneath a ball cap, yellow hair like his was hard to miss. He had barely recognized him in sweats and a sweater.

Tyler sighed and pulled his cart back. He wasn't hiding, no definitely not, he wasn't scared of his teacher, more-so intimidated. Seeing teachers out of school in general just wasn't great, but seeing Mr.Dun out of school looking like that. Well that was just awful.

He dug his phone out of his pocket, quickly dialing someone who could calm him down.

"Brendon, help." He whispered into his phone.

"What's happening?" Brendon asked.

"I'm in the grocery store."

He repositioned the phone and heard Brendon tut in disbelief. "You're grocery shopping?"

Tyler sighed, used to Brendon not always taking him seriously. "For my mom, yes. But that's not the problem."

"Mr.Dun is here and I need to go in the aisle that he's in." He said quietly.

The line went silent before Brendon started laughing, nearly wheezing into Tyler's ears. Tyler groaned because of course he'd laugh. He pulled his shopping cart back, phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he hid himself in the next aisle. "Please help."

"Just go to a different aisle and then come back." Brendon answered.

"Already did that, shit what if he walks into the aisle I'm in."

"I seriously don't see the problem. He'll probably just say hi and then walk away if he sees you. He's your teacher Ty."

Tyler nervously glanced back into the aisle as Brendon talked. "I don't know why you're so weird around him. Oh wait actually I do know, you've got a huge fucking crush on him."

Mr.Dun was still there, he hadn't moved.

"I can't deny that. I'll get all nervous if he talks to me."

Brendon snorted. "The Tyler Joseph, nervous?"

Tyler groaned, the sound turning into a whine. "Bren, you know me, c'mon."

"I'm just kidding dude, but seriously just-"

"Tyler?"

Tyler's eyes widened, glancing upwards. Mr.Dun stood there, cart full, he looked confused. "Oh-uh- gotta go, bye love you mom."

He quickly hung up, squeezing his phone back into his pyjama pants pockets. He avoided looking at his teacher, naturally eye contact made him more nervous.

"Oh, uh hey Mr.Dun. What're you doing here?"

Mr.Dun smiled, glancing down at his cart and then raising an expectant eyebrow at Tyler. "Same as you."

Tyler's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He didn't know why'd he just said that. "It's for my mom, I'm helping out."

"Well you're a good kid, so I'm not surprised."

Tyler looked at his feet shyly, shit what was he doing. He coughed, hand to his mouth. He didn't want to know how red he was right now. "Ah, uh- thank you."

"That's a lot of sugary cereal, do you have siblings?"

Tyler consciously wanted to hide his cart now, he'd forgotten that maybe he'd went a bit overboard with things that he liked versus what his mother had sent him here for. "Oh, yeah no, I-I don't. It's for me."

"There's four boxes there."

"I plan on eating all of it."

Mr.Dun gave him that look, the one a parent would to a child. "Tyler."

Tyler gulped, he wanted to regress so badly. "I, I, um. Mr.Dun we aren't in school, you're not really in charge of me out here."

Mr.Dun grinned awkwardly, repositioning his hat on his head. "Sorry, Sorry. Seeing students out of school feels weird, I've got the automatic need to protect them and in this case protect you from all that sugar."

Tyler laughed childishly, Mr.Dun wanted to protect him from sugar. "Maybe I'll grab one of those gross healthy cereals."

"You should. They're not that bad, and they'll keep you energized for school and basketball."

Tyler groaned, quietly. "You sound like my mom but worse."

Mr.Dun didn't seem offended, instead he chuckled, making Tyler relax. "That's the goal."

"Tyler are those colouring books?"

Tyler looked in his cart and then at Mr.Dun's in hopes of changing to subject. He saw dog food. "Oh, You have a dog?"

Mr.Dun frowned, looking confused, he glanced inside his cart and then back at Tyler and then he was smiling as though he'd just been reminded. "Yeah, I do."

Tyler automatically perked up. He'd always wanted a dog. "Oh my god, that's so cute. Is he a puppy? What breed is he? What's his name?"

He immediately felt embarrassed and consciously brought his arms around himself. His teacher didn't seem to acknowledge his excitement though, if anything he fed off of it as he told Tyler about his dog.

"His name is Jim, he's a golden retriever and he's like three months old. He's already super cuddly and really well trained which surprised me honestly."

Tyler visibly awed. "That's adorable."

His teacher nodded. "Yeah, he's pretty precious."

Naturally the conversation came to a stop, not in an awkward way though. Tyler sighed and looked at his nails until his attention was back on his teacher.

"Well It was nice seeing you, until Monday?"

Tyler felt relief flood through him, that was over. That was the longest three minutes of his life.

"Yeah, Monday. Bye sir."

He rushed away to go pay for his groceries, he didn't want to meet up with his teacher st the cash registers. This had already been a disaster and he wasn't sure if he could take anything more.

*

Procrastinating, Tyler was good at it. Just this time procrastination hadn't plagued him, if anything he'd just forgotten, if anything he'd blanked and fallen into little space, home alone while his parents were away on a business trip.

He had a mountain of school work to do, basketball to practice and naturally movies to watch because focusing on something like school for an entire day wasn't good for him. He'd get a headache like he used to when he constantly overworked himself. He didn't want to do that, he for the most part knew his limits and knew that overworking himself wouldn't amount to any good in the long run.

After he'd put away all the groceries and escaped to his room with a bowl of cereal he fell into little space. Regressing to a more care free age. Dallon always told him to call or text if he was regressed and alone but Tyler just wanted to forget about the stress of school right now and eat cereal.

And that's what he did, he put his work aside, procrastinated and spent the rest of his weekend watching movies.

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Sorry for the wait once again, I feel really bad about it.

This is kind of a filler chapter RIP

Also I'm starting another new fic so keep an eye out, also checkout fake out. I'm working real hard on it