#Drama High

[idontplaytrack]

I love your writing so much!! Can I please request needy!lilette x reader. Reader decides to wear a shorter skirt than normal and it keeps distracting Lilette to the point that she has to drag you away bc she can't stand it

Thank you!!

Desperation

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— fingering, some oral, slight degradation, spanking(reader receiving), pet names

In which Lilette absolutely cannot keep her eyes off of reader, and soon fantasising alone wasn’t enough.

With summer approaching, the weather was turning warm, it gave you the perfect opportunity to show off your new skirt. Skirts weren’t something you wore often, but today you were just in the mood to do so. Unlike Lilette who wore a pretty nice balance of pants and skirts, you gravitated towards pants most of the time. So whenever you did wear a skirt, Lilette had a specific reaction. Usually nice and shy, she’d be extra touchy once she sees you in a skirt. You weren’t going to complain about the extra affection and attention from your girlfriend, but it made it very difficult for you to stay focused.

You drove by Lilette’s to pick her up, like you always do. The girl stopped dead in her tracks the moment she opened the passenger seat’s door. Her eyes go wide for a moment, “Oh. Wow.”

“So subtle, Lil.” You teased, “Like what you’re seeing?”

“Sure do.” Lilette grins, getting into the seat and shutting the door.

“Not that look.” You sigh with a laugh, about to give in to the urge you were feeling. “We have a half day, could you just…wait till we get out of school for the day?”

She could tell you were frustrated, but went with your request anyway and left you to drive in peace. Your skirt wasn’t too short— you didn’t get dress-coded. But some people looked a second too long and Lilette got a little bit upset about it. Your relationship wasn’t under wraps, you two were pretty open. Both of you showed some affection publicly, but never anything over the top.

Except for those days that you’ve worn a skirt: her kisses lingered, she’d have an arm protectively around your waist, she’d lean on you while standing beside you, her touches also weren’t innocent— you’d know she was trying to tease you and rile you up. Usually, you fought the urge. Only letting her have her way with you after class. But it seems that today was going to be the exception. When break time rolled around, it had been two hours since school’d started. Your question was answered when Lilette came up to you frantically and just pulled you away into a janitor’s closet the. locked the door. You smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“You’ve been distracting me.” She says, arm reaching to your back to wrap around you, “Can’t get you out of my head.” Lilette sighs softly, hand going up your face to cup your cheek, “Do you mind if I just— did it, here?”

You shook your head silently, leaning forward to kiss her first. Lilette kisses back with fervour, tongue so quickly sliding into your mouth kicking up the intensity rapidly. She had pressed you up against the wall, pushing your skirt and underwear down to your ankles roughly. You whined at her eagerness, feeling the ache in between your thighs already.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, the word almost instantly getting swallowed by Lilette’s hungry kisses.

You feel her two fingers rubbing your clit and effectively riling you up, applying just the right amount of pressure. You whine, legs going apart a little more on reflex. Lilette grins, almost pervertedly, sliding her fingers lower smoothly. They enter you without you even realising. Her pace was relentless, and her gesture was rough as she repeatedly hammered your g-spot making your knees buckle.

A hand of hers was now firmly holding onto your hip to keep you standing. The discomfort quickly dies down and gets replaced by pure pleasure, feeling the slick dripping down your thighs. You whined softly, hand on her shoulder for more support, but Lilette moved fast— now kneeling before your cunt and swiftly started circling her tongue around your clit to give it the attention it was so quickly craving. “So wet, y/n…what a needy little thing you are.” Lilette says while massaging your inner thighs and watching your face contort and your body react as expected…right in front of your eyes.

“Shut up.” You said in a pant, head leaned back slightly against the wall.

“Really?” Her eyes flicked up to look at you, “Are you sure?”

“Are you seriously going to just stop like this after being so touchy since the minute I saw you? You know what you were doing.” You sigh, vexed.

“No.” Lilette stated, “I can edge you. Make you so soaking wet you’ll be ready to take anything and everything once we get home.”

“Fuck’s sake, Lil.” You exhaled harshly, “What the fuck.”

She smirks, burying her face in your cunt again, teasing your clit with her tongue. You bucked your hips upward, pushing yourself closer to her face. Her hold on your thighs tightened to keep you from moving any more.

You whimpered feeling your climax approaching so ridiculously quick. But Lilette was an expert, or so she claims. She knows the difference in your taste when you were close. She detaches herself from you then started to clean you off with a pack of tissues she had in her pocket. Once she was the one in control, you couldn’t resist letting her use you however she wanted. You were okay with it— so okay with it. Because you knew how intense the eventual release would be and you were more than happy to suffer a little bit and have that much pleasure later on.

"Okay, fuck. Fine. I'll— I'll wait."

"Good girl." She flashes you sweet smile, finishing her task of cleaning you up then let you get dressed again.

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After lunch, all your classes were with Lilette and she always sat beside you so you were in hell for the last...nearly three hours. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat every once in awhile, and especially when you felt her eyes on you. You glared at her every time, but she only got more happy about it seeing your frustration amp up so easily. "Book report, due next Wednesday. No exceptions." The teacher says, "Any questions?"

The teacher waited a little bit, no hands were raised.

"Lilette, eyes up front."

You looked down and couldn't help but smile, she sees it though. But hey, she stopped staring at you for the remainder of the class. Which...wasn't long but at least she stopped and made it easier for you to sit through the class. Ten minutes later, the class concludes. Mrs. Wallaker dismisses you all. You left the classroom before anyone could stop you, with Lilette right behind you, holding onto your hand. Both of you hurried into your car and you just drove back to yours without a single word being uttered. Once the car started moving, so did Lilette's hand. It finds its way under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to slip her fingers up and down your folds.

"Excuse me?" You squinted at her. Lilette only grins, knowing you'd fold in 3...2...1. Your features relaxed, focusing your attention on the road while she carries on teasing you. "If I crash the car, it's on you." "Pull over. I'll drive." She says, fingers still moving. You did and quickly switched seats with her so Lilette could finish the remainder of the drive. Twenty minutes. During which, you finally got your release. Completely just soaking the leather beneath you. "Needy." She says with a smirk, pushing her fingers into you one last time forcefully just to see you squirm and hear you yelp. "Do you think you're done yet?" She asks in a quiet voice. There was a right answer she was expecting.

"Mm—" Your breathing hitches as she caresses your thigh, you flinch, "No. No, I'm not."

Once she parks your car in the garage, the both of you scrambled out of the car and entered the house through the door in the garage. Quickly stumbling into your room, Lilette shut and locked the door even though no one was home. Better to be safe than sorry, after all. You'd barely kicked your shoes off before you got pushed onto your bed. Almost toppling over, she stops you and removed your jacket, then your tank top, and your skirt. Leaving you, almost entirely naked. She admires you for a little while before the remaining articles of clothing get removed by her as well in a hurry.

You lay flat on your back, her hand— one fondling with your breast while the other traced your body then found its way back in between your thighs. You cried out, shocked by how sensitive you were. Lilette knowingly went soft and slow, but your wetness returned with a vengeance and spread quickly. "Holy shit, baby." Lilette laughs, almost huskily, sending a shiver down your back. "What?" You ask breathlessly.

"You look heavenly." She says, holding your nipple between two fingers and twisting it.

You whined, desperate for her to fuck you again.

"So sweet, so pretty..." She whispers into your ear, kissing a trail downwards while her fingers were stagnant inside you. You squirmed, "Lil, please...please."

She hums, tugging your sensitive nipple between her teeth. You whimper, much to her delight. She loved how you were sounding right now. Loved it. She also knew what you wanted, but she wanted you to say it out loud. "Please, what?" Her fingers twisted in you as she asks. A tear slips down your cheek, your frame trembling.

"Fuck— fuck me. Fuck me please." You beg, breathing irregular.

Her fingers started moving, steadily increasing their pace. You entirely matched up to her speed, your noises too, letting her have that enjoyment of hearing you curse and swear, making all sorts of noises for her and moaning her name as she pushes you closer.

"Mm— ah— ah— my god..." Your voice was so shaky as you fought the tears welling up in your eyes.

"You're making such pretty noises for me right now, love. How could I have you stop?" Her voice was still low, which you adored in these moments. It helped in making you climax and this girl knew it, that's why she was talking like that. You yipped when you felt her thumb pressing against your clit while her fingers poked your g-spot continuously. "I need to come...please, Lil." You felt like you were about to burst.

"Okay, go for it." She shrugs, her fingers still working your sensitive spots. "Come now."

You unravel on her command, body shaking as you finally got forced into tears. You feel the absurd intensity of every single sensation you experienced at you rode through your second high. You head was giddy with pleasure, your vision blurry being clouded by the tears. "Keep going, I know you can take it." Lilette urges, her pace quickening again to coax another climax. You were fully sobbing as another wave of pleasure over took your entire body. You felt it, you heard it. You also saw her looking at you through it all. That made your cheeks flush and you avoided her gaze. "Look at me." Her voice gentle, but authoritative. You licked your lips, inevitably tasting your tears. Your head slowly turned back to face her. Her free hand strokes your cheek, you vaguely saw her smile. "Can you give me another one, y/n? Or do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head no on reflex, pleasure overtaking everything. You needed that release. You wanted to give it to her. Her fingers retract and you felt a slap, then another. You started clenching around nothing. She goes again, then her fingers slip inside, slamming into you unendingly. You backed up, but not for long. Lilette yanks you back down, focused on making you come for the third time. Right before you came, you feel her mouth on you as her fingers carried on fucking you. You filled it up, and was finally feeling your body relax once her pace became languish. Your tentative hand in her hair lets go, falling to your side lazily as your chest heaved, desperate to catch your breath.

She removes herself from you soon enough, then was laying next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and pressing tiny little kisses all over it. “Did I go too rough?” Lilette asked.

Still in tears and somewhat breathless, you shook your head and continued to take in some slow, deep breaths. “No. I would’ve told you to stop if you were.”

She pulls you closer and you snuggled against her chest, finger fiddling with her silver necklace. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” You muttered.

“I’ll order us some food? What do you want?”

“Tacos.” You told her.

“Yum, okay.” Lilette agrees, pressing a kiss to your forehead before breaking away from the embrace to go locate her phone so that she could order the food. You laid sleepily in your bed as you watched her find her phone and scrolled through the delivery app to place an order for what you wanted. Placing your favourite order, she was quickly back by your side giving you cuddles. “I’ll wake you up when the food gets here.” She says while stroking your hair. You hummed, nodding against her chest while one of your arms was wrapped around her in the front. “Okay.”

“Mhm.” She answers, then playing with your hair till you dozed off, “Get some rest, sweet girl. I’ll stay right here.”

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💭A/N:

As promised, here’s one last fic before I leave for the cruise😭 I still have some time so I’ll try to finish up one more and queue it to post over the weekend while I’m away😗

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

blainley would NOT be a math teacher she would be a cunty art teacher who rants about her husband instead of teaching

ok but brutal math teacher blaineley is so funny to me she bullies her students <3333

[glassrooibos]

Everything stays right where you left it huh guys

[an-ruraiocht]

the reluctance to acknowledge christianity in a lot of medieval-set fiction/fantasy means we're missing out on a lot of stories of bishops trying to assassinate each other

[vellichor-d]

tbr - 6/4/2023

✩ drama high -> michael sokolove

✩ she gets the girl -> rachael lippincott and alyson derrick

✩ how to stand up to a dictator: the fight for our future -> maria ressa

✩ working on a song: the lyrics of hadestown -> anais mitchell

✩ a tree grows in brooklyn -> betty smith

✩ the mysterious benedict society -> trenton lee stewart

✩ the light we carry -> michelle obama

✩ shirley -> charlotte bronte

✩ emma -> jane austen

✩ loveless -> alice oseman

✩ jane eyre -> charlotte bronte

✩ sense and sensibility -> jane austen

✩ villette -> charlotte bronte

[sbhelarctos]

Buddy Dawn should have a deeply homoerotic encounter and subsequent turbulent romance with a goth sorcerer boy that takes him on a wild adventure of confrontation with institutionalized religion and his relationship to faith and what it all means to him specifically

also must specify that this should all be completely offscreen. The bad kids and the rat grinders are engaged in scheming and fighting for their lives meanwhile Buddy has been having intense moments of prolonged eye contact at poetry nights that hes been secretly attending with his new “best friend”. Go on this journey with me

[clarissasbakery]

yuri time 🫶🫶🫶 happy pride

[jq37]

Aelwyn is sixteen and preparing for midterms at Hudol. Uniform pressed and starched, head full of incantations and spell components. She doesn't mean to bump into Adaine and get orange juice all over her shirt but today isn't the day she's going to start showing weakness.

"You know, you really should watch we're you're going," she says archly, playing off the clumsy mistake as a purposeful jab.

Playing it off a bit too well because, the next thing she knows, Adaine is flipping her off and a bolt of queasy looking, green energy is coming towards her. Ray of Sickness. And she can't spare the spell slot for Counterspell because she needs it for her exams.

"You little bitch!" Aelwyn says once she's emptied the contents of her stomach down the front of her shirt.

"Good luck with your exams," Adaine says sweetly.

Aelwyn is eighteen and the oldest, mangiest cat she's ever seen in her life has just vomited on her shoes.

"My," she says, casting a shield spell around her ankles to stop the cat from clawing at them. "You weren't kidding. He is a little bastard, isn't he?"

The shelter volunteer looks mortified. "Oh, gods! I am so sorry. I tried to warn you--I mean, not that I'm blaming you but--"

"No, it's alright. I did ask you to show me stragglers."

The shelter worker gestures to another pen on the other side of the room. "I can show you the kittens we just got in or there are some very well behaved older cats as well if you'd--"

But Aelwyn cuts her off, scooping up the old cat--though she holds him at arm's length for now, just to be safe. "No need. I haven't changed my mind. I'll take this one." She looks at the tag on his collar. "Hector."

Aelwyn is three and, as of a month ago, no longer the youngest Abernant.

She's had baby dolls in the past but never a baby sister and this is exciting new territory. She's full of questions. When is she going to be able to walk? When is she going to be able to talk? When will she be old enough to have lembas bread instead of formula?

Her parents seem less fascinated by the new addition to the family than she is but her mother is amused when she slaps away the hand of a colleague of her father's who tried to touch Adaine before sanitizing his hands, standing between the much larger man and her sister.

"So defensive. Perhaps she'll be an abjurer."

When Aelwyn asks what that is, her mother says that it's a kind of magical protector and she likes that a lot. That sounds like a good thing to be.

At night, Adaine cries. Except, she doesn't hear it because the mobile above her crib is etched with runes that cast the Silence spell.

"But what if she gets hurt?" Aelwyn asks.

Her father brushes her off. That's what the Unseen Servants are for. But she thinks that's what an abjurer might be for too and even though she isn't one yet, that doesn't mean she can't start practicing.

So, every night, Aelwyn waits until her parents have put Adaine down for bed and then tiptoes into her room. She checks to see if Adaine is silently wailing and if she is (and even sometimes if she isn't) she presses her face between the bars of the crib and sticks her little hand over Adaine's face.

"Don't cry," she says, even though the Silence spell mutes her words as completely as the tears. "Mum said I'm an abjurer. Nothing will get you. Don't cry, baby."

Adaine grabs her hand with impressive grip strength for something so small and, within a few minutes, she's trancing peacefully.

Aelwyn is seventeen and her sister is off to save the world again. This time from a Night Yorb--whatever that is.

It feels cruel that Adaine should have to go risk her life again so soon after she just almost died--not almost died, she did die before being raised by her cleric.

She wants to come with, to help in some way. Surely she could be helpful--last quest they brought Gilear for Helio's sake!

But Adaine doesn't ask her and she can't bring herself to say the words she needs to have the conversation she wants. So, instead, she lightly whaps Adaine on the shoulder with her spellbook as she's packing for the quest.

"I know you haven't done much studying lately what with your grades being based on how many hobgoblins you kill or whatever ridiculous system Aguefort has cooked up," Adaine rolls her eyes at that, "But if you don't mind a little cram session before you leave tomorrow, I can show you how to cast Teleport like I said. Might help you stay a touch less dead on your quest."

Her tone is light but her eyes betray her: Please, please, please don't die again.

Adaine's expression softens but then she scoffs, playing her half of their game. "I don't know what a Hudol dropout who's been in jail for the past year is gonna teach me but do your best."

Aelwyn is seven and her father is cross with her.

"Really Aelwyn," he says and even though they're talking via crystal she can feel the frost of his glare. "You thought it was appropriate to call me at work for no good reason? How many times have I told you and your sister to not bother me while I'm working."

She hates the word bother. She doesn't want to be a bother. She tries very hard not to be. Maybe she just didn't explain herself well enough.

"I know, father. But Addy got really scared and panicky on the playground. She was breathing really hard and--"

Her father makes a noise of disgust. "I don't have time for this. She is in primary school now. Stop coddling her. And her name is Adaine, not Addy. Please speak properly. I'm raising you better than that."

He hangs up before she can say anything else.

Aelwyn is eighteen and most of the claw marks on her arms have healed, which is nice. On her lap asleep is Hector who has apparently decided he likes her enough to use her as a radiator but not enough to submit to medical treatment without using her arms as a scratching post.

"You little heat vampire," she says as she slides her thumb across the screen of her crystal, searching for a video that will help her out. Eventually she finds one that looks promising and she calls it up.

On the screen, a halfling is standing next to a cat who is actively shredding her sweater with its claws. "You're going to be tempted to use some kind of a shield spell when applying the ointment," says the halfling. "But cats can smell abjuration magic and they don't love it. You won't get close enough to do the job. Isn't that right my darling?"

In response, her cat hacks up a hairball.

"Darling indeed," she says under her breath.

But even laced with sarcasm, the word is sweeter against her tongue than she anticipated.

She sinks her hand into Hector's fur and scratches his back for a few moments before tentatively speaking aloud. "Sleeping well, my darling?"

Hector says nothing--he's asleep and a cat. But warmth blooms in Aelwyn's chest--more than enough to make up for what Hector is leeching from her.

Aelwyn is seventeen and her father has just given her the most horrible command she's ever received in her life--and she's counting being made to sink a ship full of people in that calculation.

She knows her father doesn't expect her to delicately extricate the knowledge he needs from Adaine's mind. He expects her to get it at all costs. To ransack and pillage the memories if necessary with no heed of the consequences on her psyche. He'd probably prefer it that way--the more broken Adaine is, the easier it will be to mold her into a version of herself that is more useful to him.

Aelwyn is usually a smooth talker and a convincing liar but now, she stumbles all over her words, babbling out a stream of deflections and pleas as her heart squeezes tighter and tighter in her chest until she can't hold back the truth that she's been suppressing for years anymore.

"Adaine's just…she's a baby."

Aelwyn is eighteen and her apartment is full of cats.

She's always thought that the phrase, "One thing led to another" was a bit of a cop out--clearly there were key steps between point A and point B being glossed over--but in this case, there is truly no better way for her to articulate how she went from zero cats to ten cats in such a short amount of time.

She's sure that if she was still living with Jawbone, he'd have something to say about it but that's exactly why she isn't currently living with Jawbone.

She portions out food for all of the cats, saving Hector for last because he likes to eat curled up next to her.

"My darling baby boy," she says, lifting him onto the couch with her because the jump up is a bit much for him and his old bones. She kisses him on the top of the head and then pulls out her crystal. She scrolls mindlessly for a bit before checking her messages despite the fact that there's conspicuously no notifications.

Not that she has many people to expect texts from but she hasn't heard from Adaine in a few weeks and it's unsettling. When they weren't getting along, they were still living under the same roof. She was able to keep tabs on her, more or less. Now, they're closer than they've been in ages but barely talking.

I'm the older sister, I suppose, Aelwyn thinks. I should take the initiative.

She pets Hector with one hand and drafts a message with another: Are you alive, bitch?

She's about to press send but then she frowns and deletes the draft. After a few moments of thought, she taps out a new message: Can't believe I'm gonna say this. Miss my little sister. Everything all right?

Aelwyn is seventeen--though she doesn't feel like it.

Her mind is telling her that she's sixteen and that she was just been broken out of a jail cell in Solace but Adaine is telling her that she's just been broken out of an entirely different prison after being tortured for months even though she doesn't remember any of that.

But her body feels frail and Adaine says she's been in her mind which means she must have used the hard reset.

She's suddenly feeling very vulnerable--not because of the disorientation or the of the levels of exhaustion she can feel weighing on her like leaden chains. No, it's because of the fact that Adaine using the reset means that she must have read the treacle-y note that she left there for her to find.

It was just an insurance policy, she tells herself. There was wisdom to buttering up your savior to make sure she'd do what you needed her to do.

She manages to mostly believe it. But the small, truthful part of herself that knows how deeply she meant the words is so uncomfortable that she antagonizes Adaine until she's annoyed enough to hit her with a spell, sending her into blissful unconsciousness.

Aelwyn is nineteen and she's going to kill her mother.

Well, not alone of course. Adaine deserves the kill at least as much as she does if not more. It'll be a group effort.

It's a strange mix--the cold fury at her mother mixed with the warmth she feels for her sister, sitting across the table from her. She summons a flame to her palm, a preview of what their mother has waiting for her. She watches Adaine's eyes harden with resolve and she sees the face of her baby sister, left to wail alone silently for hours, soothed by her presence. "Let's get her."

"Yes, my dear," she says, the endearment coming freely as if this has always been their dynamic. "We'll get her."

But there will be time for that later. Right now, it's time for ice cream and seeing Adaine so content in such a simple pleasure causes the warmth in her to surge so suddenly that it would be startling if it wasn't so pleasant. The urge to voice it is so powerful that she doesn't know that would have been able to stop it at any point in life, let alone now.

"I hope we get to eat ice cream and cast magic forever," she says, words that would have been impossible for her to say one short year ago and impossible not to say now.

And, to her delight, Adaine agrees.

[white-flower-blooming]

I'm mesmerised by his beauty🙈🙈🙈🙈 Highness the Crown Prince in all his glory💕✨️

[stealingyourbones]

Every day i read a post where people write that “Bruce Wayne has an adoption problem” or that Danny is adoption bait on the first second of seeing him, not even knowing if he has a want of vengeance and a sad backstory and parallels to Bruce, and every day I want to softly cry in a corner.

[schlauttism]

I have just watched pkciv. I've never seen such high quality kidslop. Goofy as hell premise, and really fun to laugh at, but basically a proper shonen... Maybe the next generation of mcyt is gonna be alright after all

[idontplaytrack]

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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