Okay so I might have fallen a little bit in love with my own fic, so here’s the follow-up to yesterday Lilo fairy fic. Still very PG, but there’s some kissing this time!
Living with Liam is
Not that Louis lives
with him, of course, he just happens to spend most of his time in Liam’s house.
It’s just convenient. You don’t have to worry about a great hulking bird eating
you, and at night it’s even warmer than sleeping with squirrels.
At first Louis comes in
the evening when Liam’s back from work, keeps him company in his human form
while Liam makes dinner, then eats half of what Liam’s cooked just so Liam
doesn’t have to eat alone. He’s selfless that way.
And when it becomes
clear that Liam likes having him around and that he’s sad when Louis leaves,
well, Louis decides to stay.
He likes Liam’s little
house. It’s not very big at all, in fact it’s just one large room and a smaller
one where Liam washes himself, but it’s got a lot of nook and crannies where a
tiny fairy might hide (being tiny is a good thing when you’re a fairy. Louis is
the tiniest of them all), and he doesn’t waste time in making himself a little
nest into a discarded shoe box at the top of a bookshelf, just in case.
But what he likes most
of all is Liam’s bed. It’s huge and it’s got pillows and a very pretty
patchwork comforter that apparently was made by Liam’s mum when he was a baby.
A few patches have images on them, ducks and bunnies and even fairies (none of
them are as pretty as Louis, but they’re not too bad), and Louis likes to trace
them with his fingertip when he listens to Liam tell him about all these weird
human things Louis’s never really bothered to learn about.
He also likes to
transform into a cat and go to sleep curled up against Liam’s warm belly,
scratching Liam’s hand until Liam gets the hint and pets him. Then in the
morning when Liam gets up to go to work (Liam’s tried to explain “work”, but it
mostly sounds boring to Louis and he’s not quite sure why humans waste time on
it), Louis-the-cat curls up under the covers, right in the hot spot where
Liam’s body was, and goes back to sleep.
It’s a lovely way to
live, and Louis’s already set on doing this for a good few years when Liam
comes home from work one night and tells him to leave.
Request: “Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Spencer Reid x Reader imagine with the lilo and stitch quote about about how lilo read nanis diary and tells the guy Nani likes about it? I can’t give u the direct quote ATM😂😂😂 THANKS AND I LOVE THIS DISNEY QUOTED THINGS” - @kzizzle1905
“Number 3 from lilo and stitch with Spencer Reid where the readers friend/roommate is talking to Reid and he says he doesnt think the reader likes him??????” - anon
Quote: “Don’t worry. She likes your butt and your fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” -Lilo
(A/N): I am so happy I got a request for this! I thought everyone just ignored it ;). I’m happy to work on this, it works really relaxing. So, thank you for your request!
Y/n sighted as she ran a hand through her damp hair, glancing over at Sophie. Sophie wiggled her eyebrows and smirked.
“No, I am not ‘trying to have sex’ with Spencer.”
“Come on, don’t lie! He is super hot and smart. I bet he’s good in bed.” Her smirk reformed. “Besides, I know you like him.” Y/n raised an eyebrow, she couldn’t know.
“You haven’t even met him.” Sophie shrugged.
“I know you do, you think he is hot.” Y/n chuckled and shook her head. However, a knock on the door prevented her from answering. Y/n gave Sophie a look before getting up. She knew it had to be the food. But it was Spencer. A blush rose to her cheeks.
“Hello, come in.” Spencer smiled awkwardly when he noticed he was early.
“Just get the food, God damnit!” Sophie shouted. Y/n could hear her getting closer. When her head poked around the corner, she grinned.
“Oh, it’s the famous Spencer.” She stepped in the hall. “I’m Sophie. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me.”
“I actually haven’t.” Y/n shoved Spencer. Sophie looked at Y/n.
“Well, in that case I have to tell you a lot. Y/n, go fix your hair. And your clothes. You look like a garbage can.” Spencer looked weirdly at Sophie, he was about to tell her she couldn’t really look like a garbage can. Y/n chuckled, knowing what he wanted to say.
“Come on, Spencer. Let the lady dress herself properly and brush her hair or something. We need to talk.” Sophie was a really social and talkative girl, Y:n wondered if Spencer could handle her.
Sophie had already grabbed Spencers wrist, something Y/n was sure that made him uncomfortable. However, he didn’t say anything and followed the wave of jumping, short, blonde hair. Y/n followed them, just to go to the bathroom.
“So, Spencer. Tell me, what are your plans for today?” Sophie asked as she placed down a glass of water for him.
“Didn’t she tell you? JJ’s surprise party. It’s at the beach, so we will have to drive a little bit longer.” Sophie smiled.
“That sounds fun.” She waited for a few seconds and grinned, leaning in. “Now, tell me, what do you think of Y/n?” Spencer grew red, and Sophie didn’t seem to notice that.
“She is kind and really good at her job.” Spencer stuttered, leaning a little bit back.
“Is that everything?”
“No, she is funny and has more water in her blood than the average person.” Spencer followed. Sophie giggled.
“How do you know that?” She shook her head. “Never mind. But funny? She isn’t funny.” Spencer shrugged.
“Sometimes she is.” Sophie grinned.
“You like her, don’t you.” She didn’t even ask it, she just knew.
“It doesn’t matter. She probably doesn’t like me.” Sophie grinned and leaned back in her chair.
“Don’t worry. She likes you butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” Sophie winked as Spencers eyes grew wide.
Before he could answer, a smirking Y/n stood in the door opening. Her hair fell natural and her eyes were defined by light make-up. Her lips were vibrant red, something that fit well with her black dress and just as red shoes.
“I’m sorry it took me so long, I’m ready now.” The smirk changed into a smile when her eyes shifted to Spencer. She took her small bag and nodded.
“I am ready to go.” Sophie patted Spencers shoulder.
“Good to meet you. Enjoy the party.” She smirked at Y/n. “And you, be a good girl, okay?” Y/n rolled her eyes and blew a kiss to Sophie.
“Whatever you say.”
Spencer was driving, since he knew the way. He felt slightly awkward, knowing Y/n liked him, but she had never given him hints, her body language never really changed.
“Why are you so quiet?” Y/n asked. When Spencer glanced at her, he saw the smile that made his knees weak.
“Just thinking about the party.” Spencer was a pretty good liar, but he knew Y/n was a profiler, and he suspected she knew he was lying.
“Right. Well, can we make this less awkward, please?” She chuckled. “I’ll put on some music.” She took her phone out her bag and grinned widely as she pressed the play button. Spencer chuckled when he heard the disney song. He shook his head.
“I thought you were supposed to be an adult, grown up and stuff.” Y/n rolled her eyes.
“Like you are. Liar.” She grinned. “Besides, something needs to be fun this ride.”
The party was really going, drinks were spilled everywhere, people were getting drunker with the minute. Y/n felt herself loosening up as she danced. She was getting really drunk.
“Spencer!” She called out over hiccups. “Come dance with me!” Spencer himself was pretty drunk, too. He didn’t understand why, since it was supposed to be a classy party. Things went wrong when Derek gave JJ a whole lot of booze.
Spencer moved to Y/n. “You know I can’t dance.”
“Do I look like I care?” She grinned as she started to move her body, tugging Spencers arm, making him at least move a little bit. “Work that fine ass!” She laughed, the filter over her mouth gone. Spencer blushed.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know that.”
“Do you think my hair looks fancy, too?” He grinned, loosening up, the alcohol taking over.
“How do you know?” Y/n sounded surprised as she danced a little bit less aggressive.
“I talked to Sophie, and she can read.”
Y/n blushed and stopped dancing. “Oh gosh, she didn’t.” Spencer smiled.
“Yes she did. But I don’t mind.” He whispered, leaning in. Y/n giggled.
“Why don’t you show me, then?” For once, the no filter worked in her advantage. Spencer did. He led her away from the improvised dance floor.
“Now, what do you want me to show you?” Y/n smirked, taking the lead. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him a closer, his ear by her lips.
“Why don’t we start with some lip action?” She whispered, pulling back and slamming her lips against his. He didn’t gasp in surprise, like she had expected, he grabbed her face and let a hand run through her hair. Y/n lost control when Spencer lightly grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. A moan left her lips, her knees felt weak and she almost fell. Spencer seemed to notice, and not breaking the kiss, he pulled her waist closer to his body.
Both of them were short of breath when they pulled away.
“You know, I didn’t expect that.” Spencer breathed. They both felt much more sober now.
“I hope it was better.” She mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss.
So sometimes, it is good to read someones diary and tell. Sometimes being drunk ends good. And sometimes roommates can be a pain in the butt. But in the end, love finds it way.
Lo kisses my cheek, smiling, and he whispers, “You’ve already given me everything, love.”
And then an electric song full of heavy bass blares across the lake. Side-by-side on the canoe bench, we look out towards the west bank. Our four kids and floppy-eared basset hound stand on the hillside, a common spot because of the rope swing tied to a maple branch. Moffy raises a set of portable speakers, Bangarang by Skrillex booming. Luna, Xander, and Kinney—they wave out to us and lift up a sign together that reads: we love you! They were a part of this surprise all along. I laugh and cry simultaneously again.
As we watch our kids, joy coating their faces, childlike wonder in their eyes, I remember every moment I spent with Lo where we said we can’t. Where we said we shouldn’t. Not people like us. This isn’t meant for us. I realise something. So I tell him. “I think we finally deserve this.” Tears spill out of his eyes, and he says, “I believe it, too.”
“Lil.” His voice cracks. “Why are you crying?” He rubs my tears with his thumb, concern and hurt crossing his beautiful face.
“I don’t deserve you,” I say softly, our legs tangled together.
His glare could murder a family of geese, but the familiar sight is more than comforting. “Then we’re two undeserving individuals because I sure as hell don’t deserve you, Lily Hale. You help me every day stay sane and sober. I couldn’t live this life alone.” His thumb skims my wet cheeks. “And you know what?”
“What?” I whisper.
“The world went and fucked itself because the two most undeserving people got more than they deserved.”
EXPLAIN THE REASON WHY (warning: my explanation is kinda long)