R5 Preferences And Imagines

Riker Imagine For Layla #3

A/N: Guys, you know you can request imagines more than once right? ;) Layla is taking advantage of this! cx

Word Count: 1058

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Layla's POV: 

Groaning, I set my anvil of a backpack on my bed. No, more like drop it on my bed. It is that heavy. And guess what makes it heavy? Homework! Oh my most favorite thing in the world! I do it 24/7! It consumes my life! So much fun. 

Ugh. 

I flop on my bed, only realizing I am going to have to get up again to make myself that hot chocolate. The only thing that has kept me going through the day was the idea of having hot chocolate when I got home. I lay there for a few seconds, debating on whether or not it is worth it to get up and make it. Inwardly groaning again, I heave my body up and go to the kitchen to make myself the cup of liquid gold. Except the liquid is brown. You know what I mean. 

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, my phone rings, "Do It Again" playing. I smile as I recognize the ringtone of my boyfriend. I pull my phone out of my pocket, answering it and putting it on speaker while I continue to make my drink of choice. 

"Hey princess!" says an angelic voice through the speaker's of the phone. (kay, but the idea of Riker calling his girlfriend a princess makes my heart melt and break into a million pieces tbh)

I giggle and reply, "Why hello my prince. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Weeeellllllllll," he says, drawing out the word. Oh no. 

"What do you want this time?" 

"Well, I was wondering if I could come over? I haven't seen you in like, forever." I roll my eyes, silently laughing. 

"Babe, you saw me yesterday." 

"Yes, but we didn't cuddle. Cuddling is what I want." I laugh. 

"Okay, I have homework to finish but when I am don-" 

"Great!" Riker replies, cutting me off. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. See you soon princess!" And with that, he hangs up. I roll my eyes again. I swear this boy will be the death of me. I make hot chocolate, leaving a steaming cup for him with extra whipped creame on the counter for my boyfriend. I check the time and realize I have fifteen minutes untill he gets here. Shoot. 

Running up the stairs as fast as I can with hot liquid, I clamber onto my bed, opening my laptop ad pulling up a new document. Sliding my reading glasses onto my face, I tie my long hair back  in a ponytail and riffle through the pagers of my text book. This hostory paper on the Trojan Horse wasn't going to write itself. 

For what seemed like the longest time, I sat there reading my textbook and typing furiously, determined to at least get my introduction done before he got here. Just as I typed the last period to the intro, the doorbell rang. I groaned, grabbing my phone and texting him a simple sentence: its open you duface.  

 I heard a chuckle as the door opens and footsteps fill the silence. 

"Babe?" 

"I'm upstairs!" I call. "But I left you some hot chocolate in the kitchen!" I hear a whoop and footsteps running. I could only imagine his face right now. (see media. doesn't he look so freaking cute!?!)

I continue to type up my paper, pushing my glasses up as they slowly inched their way down my nose. Oh no you don't you slippery devil. Soon enough, I hear footsteps climbing the stairs, soon revealing the face of my boyfriend with a whipped creame mustach. 

I hold back a laugh at his new "facial hair", the oblivious look on his face. 

"What?" he asks, cluless to the sweet goodness that rested on his upperlip. I supress a grin and point to the area between my nose and mouth. His eyes widen in realization as he hastily wipped his mouth of the white foam. 

Riker smiled at me as he set his mug down, freezing, looking at me, his cup half way to the coaster. 

"What?" I ask, suddently selfconcious. Did I forget to brush my hair? Did I foget to refresh my make-up? A small smile creeps onto his face. 

"I didn't know you had glasses," he said, sitting on the bed next to me. My eyes widen. Shoot. I had forgotten to take off my glasses. I always took them off because, personally, they made me feel nerdy. But in my haste to get this paper done, I had completly forgotten to remove them before he saw. 

A small blush creeps onto my cheeks. 

"Oh, sorry," I said, quickly pulling the frames off my face. "I forgot to take them off before you arrived." He gave me a confused look. 

"Why did you need to take them off? You look good in them." I give him a quizzical look. 

"Really? I don't look like a nerd?" He chuckles lightly. 

"Not in the slightest," he replied, slidding the glasses carefully back onto my face. "See?" he said, putting his own glasses on. "Now we can be four-eyes together!" I laug at his nickname for both of us. 

"Oh oh!" I said, getting an idea. "Let's be the four-eyes freaks!" He laughs at my enthusiasm. 

"Whatever you say princess," he replies, wrapping his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. I smile, laying my head back onto his chest. I close my eyes, living in the moment. 

Two fellow four-eyed freaks ready to take on the world. 

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4.5k??? lemme just go die

Okay, first, let me apologize. I had no idea how to end this so it is an awkward ending lol xD

Aaaaaaaaanyways, TADA! Her is your imagine Layla! Let me know if I need to change anything!!!

I just wanted to thank you for being such a faithful reader! Your comments always brighten my day! :D

AND GUYS! Don't forget it is possible for you guys to request imagines too. ;) They are not restricted only to Layla xD. REQUEST AWAY! 

OH and leave suggestions for preferences! Because, honestly, I'm not sure which one to write next... :P

PEACE OUT PEEPS! 

~M

P.s. Are my author notes too long? I feel like they are way too long.