Its 3:15 Am And Im Still Awake?!?!

It’s 3:15 am and I’m still awake?!?!

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Mean Girls (2004)

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Can the child within my heart rise above?

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, biiiit of angst

The last of these age regression fics (for Auli’i’s characters)

Lilette has been on edge all morning. You knew something definitely happened last night after you dropped her off. In the desk next to you, there she was, bouncing her leg and picking at her nails. You squinted at her, concerned. 

“Lil.” You leaned over, tapping her shoulder. She jumped, almost letting out a yelp. Her head snapped towards your direction and looked at you. Her eyes…they told you she was anxious. 

“You okay?” You asked quietly.

“No.” She admits. 

“Do you wanna leave?” 

“Can’t.” She mumbled, “Just got here.” 

“I mean, go home. To my place.” 

“Why?”

“Lil, do you need to go home?” You asked again, tone even softer, a hand on her forearm. 

“No.” She insisted. 

You knew something was going to go wrong, but you didn’t want to push her too much harder. You didn’t want to make things worse. But you were also worried— Lilette has never declined going home early, especially since you knew that she age regresses. Of course you’d become more vigilant about her, overall. Just so that she wouldn’t slip into the headspace in public. She tends to be pretty violent when regressed— temper tantrums, meltdowns, the works. Stuff gets thrown, even clothes make her feel overstimulated. You knew that, you wanted to avoid that happening in public and ensure that she has a safe space to get through it. That would be exceptionally hard to do in school. 

Some months ago, you managed to get some of her classes swapped out for her safety. Now she had most of her classes with you, if not, Simon. 

With every period, Lilette seemed to be more and more out of sorts. Her focus became worse with each hour. By lunchtime, she was on the verge of tears. “Lilette.” You took her wrist, forcing her to look at you, “Listen to me. I’m taking you home.”

“No.” 

You bit back a sigh, sternly, you repeated yourself, “I am going to take you home. Now. You need to be home, okay? I don’t want you to be here and hurting yourself because you’re making yourself not feel what you need to feel.” 

Simon handed her backpack to you, smiling kindly. “I’ll come by later with snacks?” He smiled hopefully. 

There it was, that little glint in her eyes that let you know she was fighting the urge to regress. Excited, she nods. And finally, she agreed to let you take her home. The school was aware of this circumstance— to an extent. So they let her leave early when needed. And you too. Obviously, it was a necessary thing to let them know as well. You couldn’t just disappear along with her. 

She sat in the front with you on the drive home, like always. But, she could barely sit still. You placed your hand on her thigh, “Baby, close your eyes. Deep breaths.”

She does so like you asked, you knew how hard she was trying. But it was a little too late for a complete avoidance of a meltdown. She’d masked for too long. You two were usually in your room by 11am. Now it was past 12:30 in the afternoon already. Anyway, you had parked your car in the driveway. Well, the car was barely stopped but Lilette was already unbuckling her seatbelt and ready to get out. You sigh, “Sweetie.” That was a warning and she was aware, she just didn’t want to listen, “I told you not to get out of the car until it’s fully parked.”

Obviously, without your keys, she couldn’t get inside. So she stomped her way up to the porch and had to wait for you to catch up. You were already rushing because you knew a meltdown was literal minutes away, maybe even sooner. Once you unlocked the front door, Lilette ran upstairs to your bedroom and plopped onto the bed. A few seconds later, she was face down and wailing into your mattress. You slowly sat down next to her, “Lilette. I’m gonna get you a change of clothes, okay? You wanna pick out your pyjamas?”

“No.” She mumbled, shaking her head. 

You’ve been stressed out too, and as much as you wanted to put in your 100% of effort to care for her, her tantrum was making things more difficult. Your mind was racing, or maybe it felt like it was going to explode. You set down the pyjamas that she chose more often and kept the other one back in your closet. 

“Lilette.” You patted her on the back, then caressed it as if to soothe her, “Baby, sit up please. Let me help you get changed. I know that shirt doesn’t feel nice.” 

She doesn’t budge at first but nearly kicked you off the bed. You have no idea why it was so bad this time. That was it, that did it for you, you got away from her and shut her inside your room, “Fine, do it yourself if you’re gonna choose to kick me.” 

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There was tightening in your chest as you ran out of your room. Lilette was the complete opposite now compared to her usual self. You were all too familiar with it, and why. But when things like that happen, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of anxiety. Maybe it was fear too, when she got to the point of needing to release her emotions through physical violence. You’ve learnt to leave her alone in a safe space when you couldn’t get through to her. As tough as that was initially, it was best for the both of you. You wound up in the living room, curled up on the end of the couch. A sigh left your lips, shaky. A painful feeling formed in your throat…that dreaded lump. Your breathing gets ragged, the tightness in your chest was wounding up so tight you thought your ribs might crack. You couldn’t cry, you couldn’t do that right now. Lilette needed you. She needed you to take care of her.

A few deep breaths later, you decided to swallow your tears and just lay there until you were certain Lilette was calm. You checked on her about twenty minutes later and it was silent in your room. She was asleep— changed into the pyjamas you’ve laid out for her, too. The outfit she was wearing at school was already in the hamper. A sigh of relief comes as you walked up to her and pulled the blanket to cover her properly…you couldn’t have her getting cold, the weather was changing. Leaving the door of your room ajar, you took this time to shower and freshen up. During which, you finally let the floodgates open and cry. It felt good to finally let go of the pent up stress from school, and your work. You didn’t have to have that gloomy cloud hanging over your head anymore. While waiting for Lilette to wake up and school to let out, you started working on the homework you had in your bag already. 

You were so deep in thought, you didn’t realise that Lilette had woken up. Not until you heard the creak of the stairs behind you. You saw her climbing back upstairs quietly, then you felt that tug in your heart. Did she need something? Did she call for you and you didn’t hear her? Your phone screen lit up and the device buzzed, snapping you out of your head. It was Simon informing you that he was on his way. You quickly replied to him then trudged upstairs hurriedly to check on Lilette. 

She was sitting at your desk, colouring in a sheet — Strawberry Shortcake. You got that colouring book for her because she was begging for it at the store. You pushed the door open softly, knuckles knocking against the solid material, “Sweetie.”

She turned to look at you, her hand stopped moving as it held onto a red colour pencil. “How are you feeling?” You asked carefully. 

“I’m okay now.”  Lilette answered your question in a similar tone, but you could hear the underlying tense tone. She was scared that you’d be angry. “I’m sorry.” She inhaled deeply, putting the pencil down and then turning her body to face you completely. 

“I should have listened to you.” She carried on, “You knew what was best for me. But I nearly hurt you.” 

Tears brimmed at her eyes so quickly, making you gasp. You rushed over to her and crouched down, holding onto her hands, “It’s okay, baby. You didn’t hurt me.” 

“I could’ve.” She whispered, “That’s wrong, and scary. You were just trying to help me but I couldn’t control myself.”

“I know how hard you tried.” Your thumb brushes over her knuckles, you brought her hand to your lips and pressed a tender little kiss to her soft skin. “You’re always trying your best, honey. I know that. We’re okay, hm?”

Her face eased up, brows no longer furrowed. But she squints at you for a second, “Oh, no. Did you cry? Your eyes are red.”

You blinked, then nodded, “Lil bit.” 

“I’m sorry.” She repeated, squeezing your hands. 

“I know, I know you are, honey.” Stroking her tear-stained cheek, you still couldn’t help but smile getting to see her face. Lilette always made you smile no matter how hard the day’s been. “We’re okay. You’re okay, huh? Look at us. We always do our best and get through the day, right? We have each other.” 

She nodded silently, still holding onto your hands, “Can I give you a hug?” 

“Of course, chula.” You stood up and led her by the hand over to your bed. You sat her down in your lap and let her hug you. Her chin rests on your shoulder, her arms around you tightening. The pressure was comforting. So very comforting. 

“I love you.” She sniffled. 

“I love you too, sweetie.” You rubbed her back, “I love you so much.” 

When Simon arrived, he did more colouring with Lilette while you walked into the backyard to sit, sipping on a mug of your favourite tea. You needed some actual downtime now that things between you and Lilette were sorted out. You nodded off for awhile, but you woke up to a throw blanket draped over your front. 

You took the blanket with you and re-entered the house. Simon and Lilette were in the kitchen, cooking dinner and giggling. “Hey, guys.”  You greeted. 

“Hey!” Simon looked up from the pot on the stove, “Okay, pour that cheese in there, Lil.”

“Kay.” Lilette nodded eagerly, following his instruction pouring the bowl of shredded cheese into the macaroni. 

“What’re you guys making?”

“Well, this girl wanted to make you your favourite.” Simon arched a brow, “Mac and cheese with broccoli and I mostly did the grilled chicken.” 

“I helped.” She smiled. 

“You sure did.” You went up to her after putting down the blanket, kissing her on the cheek. She giggled, “Did you have a nice nap?” 

“I did, baby. I did.” You were still smiling. 

“Good, sit down!” She grins.

“Yep.” Simon nodded, “Dinner is served, my friends.” 

“Thanks for making dinner.” You told him, “And keeping Lilette company.” 

“Of course. We all need a little break. It was nothing.” Simon placed the pot in the middle of the table then laid out three bowls. Lilette hands you a spoon, then one to Simon.

“Thank you~” You said to her while pulling out the chair next to you, “Sit down with me, chula.” 

“Are you guys coming to school tomorrow?”

“Maybe not. We’ll see how we are in the morning. But we will let you know.” You answered, stirring the spoon around in your bowl before eating a mouthful. 

“Sure.” He hummed, “You guys want something to drink?” 

You stood up before he could, “I’ll— I’ll do it. Simon, you’ve already made dinner.” 

Dinner was amazing, a much needed hangout too. He had to go home soon after dinner since he had a curfew, but you were also glad to be alone with Lilette again. You knew she felt safe around Simon to stay regressed, but it was always a little different just you and her. It allowed you to be more affectionate, something you didn’t really prefer to be like around other people no matter how close you were with them.

“You want some ice cream, baby?”

“Yeah, please.” She stood right behind you, her front flush against you as she held onto your hand. You chuckled, saying, “Take your pick.”

She tugs on your hand, “Can we make sundaes?”

“Of course!” You agreed excitedly, “You wanna take out the flavours of ice cream you want? I’ll go grab the toppings from the pantry.”

“Okay.” She replied, grabbing the pints of chocolate and vanilla ice cream from the freezer and placed them on the island. Once you put the various toppings down, you set down two bowls and some spoons.

Okay well, this day wasn’t too bad after all. It had its rough moments, but like you said, you and Lilette had each other. And because of that, you two would be just fine.

Other than the fact that Lilette was a little too hyper after the sugar consumption. “I think that’s enough caramel sauce for you tonight.” You bit back a laugh and closed the lid of the sauce bottle, promptly keeping it back in the fridge.

“Aww.” She sulked.

“Hey, we gotta go to bed sometime tonight. Hopefully soon.” You sat down next to her again, finishing up your dessert.

She laughs, “Of course we do. We need sleep.”

“Yes we do, sweetie.” You laughed as well, “Let’s finish up here then let’s go to my room, how about that?”

She agrees, gleefully swinging her feet briefly as she sat on the barstool and enjoyed the remainder of her slightly soupy ice cream. At last, she was curled up against your side, arm wrapped around your midriff. “Sleepy yet?”

“No,” She pouted.

“Are you bluffing?” You teased.

“No.” Lilette repeated.

“Okay, okay.” You kissed the top of her head. “Two more episodes then we’re gonna get ready for bed.”

“Okay.” She tells you, “I promise. Thank you.”

“What for?” You ask, mindlessly rubbing her back.

“Taking care of me,” She mumbles, “Thank you. You really help me so much.”

“I’m always gonna be here, sweetie. We promised. Right?”

“Right.” She laughs breathily, sneaking a kiss to your cheek.

You laughed a little harder, unsuspecting of the little surprise. “Aw.”

“Aw.” She mocked.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You joked.

She gasped dramatically, “I am? Wow.” It was an innocent, silly exclamation. It was endearing. It made your heart melt into a puddle.

“Oh, you are, my love. So, so cute.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Lilette.”

“No, I do.” She giggled.

“Oh, yeah? Are you sure?”

Lilette grins, “Yeah.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?”

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