R5 Preferences And Imagines

He Catches You Staring

Ross:
You wrap your arms around your frame, trying to keep the biting cold away from your body. You were freezing. There. You said it. But that wasn't gonna stop you from watching Ross play hockey. He rarely ever gets a chance to play and you had never seen him skate before so it was a win win situation. You smile slightly as you watch your boyfriend basically fly over the ice, moving with the greatest of ease. He looked like an angel. Well a very padded and bulky angel. But still an angel none the less. Ross glances over to you to see you looking at him, a happy smile resting on your face. He chuckles softly before skating over to you, an eyebrow raised. You snap out of it when you see the smirk cross his face. Dang it. . . Caught red handed. .

Riker:
You suppressed a giggle as Riker pushed his glasses back up his nose for what seemed like the tenth time. He was working on song lyrics and, since he was constantly bent over the song, his glasses kept sliding off, much to your enjoyment. As he pushed them back up for an eleventh time, you couldn't suppress a giggle. He glanced up at you, to see you smiling your head off. "What?" he asks, looking at you funny. You shake your head. "Oh nothing," you reply, biting your lip to keep you from bursting out laughing. Riker raised his eyebrow, "You couldn't get enough of this could you?" He asked, flexing his muscles and producing a smolder, causing you to die of laughter.

Rocky:
You groan and pull your pillow over your face. "Rockyyyyy," you groan as your husband who is singing at the top of his lungs in the kitchen doing who knows what. You groan when he doesn't stop, rolling out of bed to shut up the beautiful racket. Padding downstairs in your socks, you go to tell your husband off when you stop, covering your mouth to keep from laughing. You had walked into the most beautiful sight ever. Rocky was dancing around the room, spatula in hand, singing at the top of his lungs, in his boxers. Pancakes cooked on the skillet but they were long forgotten. When the smoke alarm went off, Rocky dropped the spatula, trying to fix everything, causing you to burst out laughing. He whipped around, blushing furiously. "Uh. . . How much did you. . . See. . ?" He asks, just causing you to laugh.

Ell:
The rain pounded on the windows as you drew the curtains closed, blocking out the water slashing at the house. Elf pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his head into your shoulder, making you laugh. "You comfy there?" You ask, grinning.  He nods, saying something that was muffled in your shoulder. You smile, playing with your boyfriends hair, taking in every inch of him. The scruff on his cheeks, the few freckles dotting his arms. Just everything that was,perfect about him. Ell re-positions himself, looking up to see you already staring at me. He smirks. "Oh, we're you getting all googoo-eyed at me?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows causing you to shove him playfully.

Ryland:
I bite my lip, trying to pull my eyes away from him but I can't. There is no way. Whenever Ryland DJ's, I can't focus. I can't do anything. My mind just turns completely to watching him. The joy and happiness radiating from him. The smile on his face, the way he bounces to the music. I just find it so attractive. "You alright there, Y/N?" You tear your eyes from his hands moving skillfully on the table and look up into his eyes that are now dancing with amusement. I felt the blush creeping onto my cheeks. Ryland chuckled. "Whatcha looking at?" He asked, clearly knowing the answer. My blush grew as Ry turned off the computer and came over to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Can't take your eyes off of me can you?" He asks, kissing the top of my head lightly.

----------

NO CHANCE. NO WAY. I WON'T SAY I'M IN LOOOOOOOVE!!!

Hewwo peeps. Here is another preference!

Don't forget to request imagines and things! My request list is empty! :D

Peace out peeps!

~Maddieee