R5 Imagines

Riker and Cordelia

Brace yourself. I wrote this on one hour and forty minutes of sleep (my sister's sleep-talking, insomnia, and a storm kept me up hahaha) so it's super lame and super slaphappy. I know...I have no idea what my problem is either. So I'm sorry in advance but I hope you like it, Cordelia Dear.///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Cordelia's POV
"Cordelia!""I'm coming!" I replied.
"CORDELIA!!!"
"Be right there!"
"COR-DEL-IA!!!!" My best friend shrieked from the kitchen. "I SWEAR IT MOVED!!! WOMAN, YOU BETTER GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"
I laughed to myself and finally brought down another roll of paper towels to refill the dispenser. He took at least five paper towels off the roll and cringed as he squished the spider that was on the wall.
"Oh my gosh." He rolled his eyes when he saw me. "What took you so long?"
"I just wanted to see how long you'd last." I snickered. "Heyyyy." He pouted.
"Riker, don't make that face." I grinned. "It's really adorable."
"Oh you mean this face?"He stuck his bottom lip out slightly and slowly blinked as if he was innocent.
"Yes. That face. Stooooop."
"I can't stop being cute." He shrugged. "It's built-in...just like you can't be cute. We all have our thing."
"Riker." I sent a playful death-glare in his direction. "I will dig through the trash and put that spider in your hair."
"NOOOOOOOOO! NOT MY HAIR!"
"Gosh, you're so dramatic."
"NO I'M NOT!"
"Yes you are." I laughed. "You're screaming at the top of your lungs for no apparent reason."
"THERE'S A REASON FOR EVERYTHING AND I AM NOT BEING DRAMATICAL CORDELIA!"
"Dramatical?" I laughed even harder. "What were you? Homeschooled?"
"You know I was...which is why I know that 'dramatical' is a word and you don't."
I giggled. "It's not a word Riker."
"Yeah it is." He pulled out his phone and looked it up."'Dramatical'..." He read aloud. "'Of the dramatic, theatrical type.'"
"Gimme that." I swatted the air for his phone. "I don't believe you."
"What? You think I just made that up. Pfft."
"Riiiikkkkeeerrrrr...lemme see."
"What's the magic word?"
"Please."
"Nope."
"Tangled."
"Nope."
"Starbucks."
"Nope."
"Twerk."
"Nuh-uh."
"Ice cream."
"No."
"Food."
"Nope."
"Magic."
Riker smirked. "No. You'll never guess."
"Beyonce."
"Dang it." He muttered. I laughed again.
"I guessed it?"
"Ugh...yeah..." He rolled his eyes at my victory and his loss.
"Aww. Don't be a sore loser." I snickered.
"I'm not sore today." He blinked in confusion. "I was sore from the show yesterday but I'm fine now."
"No Riker..." I facepalmed. "It's an expression, Dork."
"Ohhhhhhhh. I know what you mean."
I tried not to laugh in his face at his flighty moment.
"Sometimes you have the funniest blonde moments."
"Umm. Excuse me. I know I speak for all blondes when I say that, contrary to popular belief, we are a smart, intelligent, and innovative generation."
"Riker...oh my gosh...blonde-haired people don't have their own generation." I laughed so hard I couldn't stand up straight. At this point, Riker was laughing so hard that he was crying and couldn't breathe. We both ended up on the floor holding our sides and trying to catch our breath.
"I can't look at you or else I'll laugh again." I giggled.
"Well don't look at your reflection either..." Riker mumbled.
"Heeeyyyyy." I pouted. "I heard that."
"Oh heyyyyy." He smiled and waved.
"Stop. If I laugh again, I'm gonna explode."
"With pee?"
"Possibly." I laughed. Riker got up and started running around the kitchen in circles throwing confetti. "PEE EXPLOSION!!!!!"
"Where the heck did you get the confetti?"
"Umm...I'm sorry." He paused with sass. "Do you not carry confetti in your bra?"
"No. No I don't. I'm afraid my bra is kinda occupied at the moment...wait-what...are you wearing a bra, Riker?"
He began slowly backing away into the family room. "No. Why would you say that?"
I instantly got up and chased him to the couch. After tackling and tickling Riker, I finally pinned him down on the cushions and straddled him. Giggling, I yanked the neckline of his t-shirt down to reveal a part of a tribal print bra.
"OMG. DON'T DO THAT!" Riker squeaked. "THAT'S SO INAPPROPRIATE. I FEEL VERY VIOLATED!"
"Hey that's mine!" I shrieked. "How'd you get it?"
"It was by the door on the floor in Delly's room. You must've dropped it but it's mine now." He grinned. "Finders keepers. Bye."
Riker attempted to jump off the couch but I grabbed him and pulled him back down. "Gimme. It's mine."
"Ugh fine but don't look."
"You're a dude. What's there to see?" I narrowed my eyes. "The two hairs on your chest."
"Excuse me. There's three. Ruuuuude.""Oh. My deepest apologies."
The rest of the day was spent goofing off since no one else was home. We skateboarded on the boardwalk, got cotton candy, walked around and ran home in the rain. We sat in front of the TV trying to pick something on Netflix. I was wrapped in multiple blankets and so was Riker.
"Wanna watch What Not To Wear?" Riker suggested with a snicker.
"Ooh yeah. But it's not airing anymore."
"That's okay. We can just watch reruns."
"Good idea."
We turned on the show and cuddled together. After watching way too many episodes, we turned off the television and just enjoyed each other's company. "Hey Cordelia."
"Hmm?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of course."
"I know this sounds really weird and I'm really hoping you feel the same way because I've felt like this ever since I met you in Colorado and I kinda sorta love you but like if you don't love me, that's okay but I really love you a lot and I don't think I could ever live without you and you're always on my mind and there's never been a day where I don't think about you."
"Hey guess what?"
"What?"
"I love you too and though that was probably the longest sentence I've ever heard, I feel the same exact way."
He exhaled with relief and took my hand in his.
"We're gonna make this work and it will be awesome and I will love you forever and ever."
"I am very okay with that." I giggled as Riker kissed my forehead softly.
"Yay!" Within seconds, confetti was flying everywhere. Oh. My. Gosh.