#ross Lynch imagines

[lifelaughloveharrystyles]

Ross Lynch: givemewhatuwant

*on tour with the driver era 2024*

“Y/N do you know where we are at?” Garrison calls from the back of the bus with all the boys.

The Driver Era has been on tour for about a month now, traveling all over the east coast showcasing their phenomenal songs that they made from scratch. I had the amazing opportunity to come on the tour as one of the equipment managers. This has been my biggest dream in my career, working at “The Doors Rock Shop”. It’s a well known instrument company in Atlanta Georgia where people would go to get a guitar and a crystal at the same time. I got this amazing job with touring The Driver Era with my cousin Poppy who is with us on tour as one of the tour photographers.

“Y/N!” Ryland shouts from the back. I look outside to see we are about to arrive to the venue in Asheville North Carolina. “we are about to pull up to the venue guys!” I said looking to the back of the bus and I see Ross in the hall with just pajamas pants on. “Word! i’m ready to stretch my legs and get out and move.” Ross said stretching his arms looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Ross and I have gotten really close on this tour. i’m normally not on their bus, i travel in a large van behind the bus with the crew. We haven’t stopped talking to each other whether it’s in person while im helping carry his beautiful gibson to him when he goes in for his solos or text. We make these jokes everytime I have to give his guitar to him in a show and I always make a bet with him about how many girls will scream “take your shirt off!”. Secretly I was jealous I couldn’t be those beautiful girls making him smile and shake his hips like that and pleading to take his shirt off for me. Having him as a friend is the best, I just know he could never like me that way. I’m his equipment manager, I lift speakers and drums for a living and he’s a fucking rockstar sex god. I mean look at his recent ex. like how can I compare to Jaz Sinclair. I have to be just a friend to protect myself from that energy.

Everyone ends up scattering across the venue to start their projects for the day. The show starts at 8 so I scramble around to the strings van to transfer the instruments to their spots on the stage so the boys can start soundchecking and tuning their guitars to the songs.

“Y/N why is it you’re always the one carrying the most stuff in the building when Greg is suppose to do that because of your knee.” Riker says from the green room where I walked in with a coffee for myself and him. “Riker i’m telling you Greg is so fucking slow I can’t bear watching him take 45 minutes to set up a guitar stand. I gotta get the shit done so I can actually enjoy myself for the day.” I express to him and i’m frazzled pinging from one corner of the stage to the other figuring out all the wires and amps so they can start their sound check.

“Y/N take a deep breath or a certain someone is going to come in here and see this and raise hell.” Riker laughed as he secretly points in the direction of Ross and Rocky’s green room. I roll my eyes and wave him off not believing a word he said.

Riker thinks he’s slick with trying to hook me up with Ross ever since we started the tour. i’ve seen the small hints of asking ross to come to me when he can’t find the setlist or where his extra picks are. Riker is basically our tour mom, he is making everyone smoothies and making sure everyone is hydrated before every show. Besides Ross, me and Riker have been attached to the hip.

“Shut up Riker before I grab a pair of scissors and cut your bass strings” I jokingly threaten him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh God Riker what did you do to piss Y/N off again?” Ross said coming out of the side stage with a vintage baseball cap that says “i’m a local celebrity” with a white tee and baggy light washed denim pants. he slings his arm over my shoulder making us sway to the random song playing on the speakers. I look up to see him already looking down at me with that infamous smile he wears. “Nice Hat pretty boy.” i laughed and flicked the bill of the hat. “So which songs are we playing tonight? any newbies?” I smile back at him really hoping he’ll play one of my favorite songs at the show tonight. “Yes Y/N we are playing givemewhatuwant and Natural if that’s what you’re asking.” he chuckles and pulls away from me to pick up his guitar to start sound checking. I squeal and jump off the stage and start jogging to the doors to get the rest of the equipment “YES ROSS YOURE THE BEST” I scream at him and blow him a friendly kiss as I run out the door.

*Ross’ POV*

Y/N is the most precious and loving human I have ever met. she just brightens the room when she walks in. Whether it’s her bubbly personality or just her energy she radiates, it’s one of the reasons why I love having her close by. She makes me feel like life is worth living again. Heartbreak after heartbreak, I felt like love isn’t an option for me anymore. I have thousands of people falling at my feet but it never fills the void of feeling unloved. Hookups and one night stands can only do so much to the point even sex isn’t appealing to you anymore. Ever since Y/N walked into my life, it’s has taken a complete 180. I feel lighter. happier. I wake up excited for the day knowing I get to see and talk to the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She doesn’t compare to any girl I have ever been with or even seen. Befriending her was my first hit in the game and i’m ready for the home run. I want her to be mine. I need her to be my girl. I feel like I can’t live life without her by my side. she completes me in a way I have never felt before. I’m worried i’ll scare her away if I confess what i’ve been feeling inside. I just need to rip the bandaid and just go for it, be a man and express this to this wonderful girl.

*10 minutes before showtime*

*Y/N POV*

“what’s our bet tonight Ross?” I ask him walking up to the band. I just finished helping set up the stage for The Driver Era after Valé’s performance. She did amazing as she does every night. Tonight however the energy feels a bit off. Ross looks like he’s in his head about something and I just don’t know what. Everything went smoothly today and the crowd already has such a good vibe for the night, there’s nothing else to worry about. “Ross? You good?” I asked while rubbing his arm while he looks off in the distance.

“Yeah i’m good, just in my head a bit. Nothing to worry about, probably stage fright.” he has a fake smile plastered on his face to try and not worry me. I know him better than anyone that he is in his head about something and it’s definitely not stage fright.

“Do you need to talk before you go on? you are not good. you can try and fake smile at me but you know it’s not going to work. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I step forward to see his full face instead of the side and look up in those beautiful hazel brown eyes he adorns on his face. he sighs loudly and closes his eyes before opening them he says. “Y/N there’s been a lot of shit going on in my life and ever since I met you, it seems like everything disappeared when you walked in the room. You make me so happy and giddy to the point I get antsy when I don’t see you first thing in the morning. You light up my life and I know we only have known each other for a month but I feel it. My God I hope you feel it too so I don’t feel like the biggest idiot before this sold out show. I like you Y/N, I don’t want to wake up without you by my side. Please tell me you feel the same.” he pleads and grabs

my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine.

“Just shut up and kiss me Ross. I’ve been waiting way too long for you to say those words. I just need your lips on mine before you-“ he slams his lips on mine before I could sentence my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck melting in his arms loving every second of this moment.

“Ross let’s go! you’ll have plenty of time to make out with Y/N after the show, come on!” Rocky shouts from the side stage making us break away from our heavy kiss. I smile and push him towards his brother. “Lucky for you i’m going to be in the pit with Poppy helping her take photos. I promise to get the best angles, I might sneak a couple just for my entertainment.” I smirk and he laughs and kisses my cheek and runs on stage right on his cue.

The boys are rocking out and came out full throttle. I’ve been helping poppy this show because one of the extra photographers called out and couldn’t make it. I can already feel the energy in this knowing it’s gonna be a great night. “ Y/N why has Ross been staring and smirking at you all night? Did he finally have the balls to do it?” She smirks at me side glancing to the stage. I look up and sure enough he’s staring at me with hooded eyes with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He squats down to my level and curls his finger for me to come closer. I take a step towards him and he whispers “you are making it incredibly hard for me to stop this show and take you backstage to have my girl strip that skirt off so I can fuck that beautiful pussy.” he kisses my earlobe and pulls away before I could even react. my jaw drops and I step back and look at poppy and she’s busting out laughing at my reactions and hugs me and squeals in excitement. She always said from day one that Ross will end up falling over me. I brushed it out because of stupidity and insecurities. Now i’m like ‘fuck she’s right…. again’.

“That man is already planning the wedding in his brain and he hasn’t even gotten in your pants yet. I saw the kiss when I was setting up. “ She says while snapping pictures of the band while they play “Natural”. I get excited and dance and sing along. I decide to tease ross a bit, i shake my hips to the beat and drag my palms up my stomach making my shirt ride up a bit. He notices and bites his lip and tilts his hat down and looks at me with sultry eyes. I wink at him and flick him off. he smirks and proceeds to perform the rest of the song.

The show finally ended and the boys are celebrating in the green room with a couple of drinks. I finished my job for the night when I start searching for Ross to actually start my night. I feel hands wrap around my middle and I instantly melt when I smell fresh body wash and sandalwood. “Let’s go to the bus, I promise to keep my hands to myself” Ross mumbles kissing my neck with his hands roaming my hips pulling me closer to his warmth. I chuckle and turn my head to see his face and tease his lips with mine before I dart towards the direction of the bus. I hear his laughs behind me when I get up to the door to the bus.

he meets me inside and starts teasing my neck again guiding me to the back of the bus. He closes the sliding door and locks it in place. I arch my neck towards him in a way to let him know I want his lips on me. He starts sucking on my neck behind my ear. he kisses all the way to my lips and he slams his lips on mine. I moan and run my fingers through his hair and tug at the ends. He groans in my mouth and starts unzipping my corset like top. I gasp when I feel the cold air on my bare back. The shirts comes loose from my body and falls at our feet. “Beautiful” He whispers to himself when he see my breasts in full exposure. He starts peppering kisses all over my breasts and he cups his lips around my nipple and start sucking to drive me wild. I moan a sound that has never escaped from me before and I tug his face up to mine “Just fuck me already Ross. I need you so bad. Feel how wet I am” I whimper grabbing his hand and pressing it to my core. he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive nub and I moan loudly biting my lip. He shrugs his pants off and throws his shirt somewhere while I undress myself as fast as I can. “I wanted this to be slow and make this moment last as long as possible but I can’t bear anything anymore. I need to be inside you baby.” Ross said as he slips on a condom with a groan. He pushes the tip towards my entrance and I close my eyes waiting for the first push. “Look at me Y/N. I need to see your face” he pleads. I open my eyes the same time he enters me and I gasp at the size of him. He slowly thrusts in and out letting me get used to his size.

“Faster Baby. Fuck you feel so good” I scream as his pace picks up. he grabs my leg and throws it over his left shoulder slamming his hips into the back of my thighs. He presses a hand against my stomach and I moan feeling him deeper inside of me. “Fuck baby I can feel it. My god your pussy is perfect. You’re so tight, you were made for me” He groans fucking me harder making me slam a hand on the window beside me. “Ross i’m so close. please let me cum. fuck baby” I moan in his ear and drag my nails down his back. “Yes baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my cock. Make a mess of me. “ he slams his hips into mine as we both hit our climax at the same time. he thrusts slowly while we come from our highs. I breathe heavily and rest my head on the armrest of couch. Ross slowly lays his head on my breast letting some of his weight fall on me. I run my hand through his hair and just smile wanting this moment to never end.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” he asked slowly pulling out making me wince. “Just realizing how did I get this lucky? I don’t deserve you.” my eyes start tearing up looking at his eyes and studying all of his features. “You don’t deserve me? You got it all wrong baby. You are the most beautiful human I have ever laid my eyes on. We are meant to be here in this moment for a reason and I know down the road we will look back at this time and just laugh and smile about all these memories we have made together. I want to make memories with you forever Y/N. l- I love you so fucking much I can’t hold it in anymore.” He rambles sitting up on the L shaped couch and pulling me to his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. “Ross, I love you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ll love you to the day I die.” I look up at him and he slams his lips on mine putting a hand over my heart to feel the thumps of my rapid heartbeat. Our lips move and he slips his tongue in and our tongues dance along together lazily.

We finally had the energy to get up after 30 minutes of lazy kisses and just appreciating the moment we just shared. Everyone comes back to the bus after the celebratory shots.

“So where did both of you guys run off too earlier?” Garrison asked slipping on a hoodie and a crochet bucket hat I made for him in Wisconsin. “I don’t kiss and tell but it was definitely fun for sure.” Ross winks and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“They fucked in the back of the bus. there’s a hand print on the window to prove it.” Ryland said smirking into his tequila soda. I roll my eyes and tap the bottom of his cup to make it spill all over his neck and shirt. “Y/N what the fuck dude!” he shouts snatching napkins from Riker. I laugh so hard I snort and then that makes everyone in the bus have a laughing fit. I lean my head back on ross’ shoulder and he kisses the top of my head whispering “I love you” in my ear. my eyes start drooping and I fall asleep on the love of my life and already can’t wait to wake up to experience this life with him.

[hardysbitch]

Hi lovely! Can I request the smut prompt 1,"I love it when you moan my name" with Ross Lynch?

wrote it again cuz it was so delicious to just let it die in my memory 😋 (thanks for the reassurement love! hope you like it)

Prompt #1: "I love it when you moan my name" - R.L

tw: smutty smut and nothing worse than that, kept it pretty simple actually (after i proofreaded i say this is not even a smut sorry😭)

"That's a nice dress" Ross said. He entered the room we shared and stood in silence for a minute before that.

"I know, I think is what I'm gonna wear tonigh for dinner. Rydel said to look nice, right?" I said, looking at myself in the dress from different angles once again.

Both of us were in a trip with his siblings to Greece and his sister couldn't waste the opportunity to dress up and go to a fancy restaurant evertime she could, it was like she had tons of energy even while pregnant.

"Yeah, she did. But I don't you are going to be able to wear it." He said getting closer.

"What? Why not-" That was were i felt it.

Ross hugged me from behind by the waist, tighly. Making me feel his erection right in my butt. "Oh." I said, and he repeated it.

"Should I take it off then?" Looking at his eyes trough the mirror I could see the way they darkened, and he, again, pressed himself against me.

He started taking down the zipper in the back of the dress and kissing the skin as it went uncovered, making me feel a hot puddle in between the legs.

I turned around just to see him grinning at me with that cheeky smile of his, putting my hand on his throat and pressing lightly. He turned me around again just to push me by my hips until my knees hit the bed and i fell into it.

Ross quickly crawled over me and took his shirt of, allowing me to see all the view of his torso to the happy trail he was letting grow that disappeared in his pants. With one hand he took the sleeves of my dress one at the time and my bra came to view. I helped him by rolling the rest of the dress off my body and unzipping his pants, so he could take them off, when he suddenly stopped me with a kiss.

It was heated, a battle between our tongues that none of us was trying to stop. My hands went from his blond locks to his shoulders, making the same trail I always did. He started reaching places of my body with one hand, up my chest to the waistband of my panties.

"Ross-" I moaned when he finally got his hand inside my underwear, letting go of his mouth for a second.

"I love it when you moan my name" He said and got two fingers inside of me.

"Oh my- Oh" He set a steady rhytm with his fingers while we kept kissing. My hands placed strongly in his hair, pulling when he changed the pace for a better one.

I got one of my hands inside the boxer he was wearing, palming him and then starting to rub his cock.

"Keep going like that" He said, grunting when i squeezed him a little.

"Go get a condom" I whispered. And when he got up to go search in a drawer someone knocked up the door.

"Ross! You have a spare one by chance?" Rocky said in the other side of the door.

I bursted up laughing and an annoyed Ross made his way to the door.

[slutformenn]

there needs to be more ross lynch imagines on this app

[katiascraft]

HELLO LOVERS

I am back officially if university doesn’t kill me or life or love or my mental health :3

Anddddd I’m going to renovate the account a little bit for sure. Also, I’m gonna start writing Ross lynch content soooo I would like you to tell me if you’re down for the ride !!

Leave some suggestions of what you would like to read about him down below in the comments.

I went to a TDE concert last week and now I’m obsessed 🤧 BEST SHOW SO FAR

See u soon my loves

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ 🧸 ♡♱𓆪 ur fav girl catie

[amandamgsblog]

Chapter 15 - Passings and Parents - Part 2

awwn, baby Ross is so cute!!!! The little hands!

Amanda's POV

Before I walked in, I held his hand and said a little worried:

— Ross, I've never done this before. What if they don't like me? Or can't hear me? I'm not even that presentable…

— Amanda, look at me… - He takes my hands. — What did a beautiful little girl say to me when I went to meet her mother? To be myself. You're my Amanda and you just need to be yourself. - I feel my eyes fill with tears. I'm very sensitive right now. — You're looking good, and my parents already like you. My mother cried when she heard your story, and my father's jaw dropped.

They helped me so much to know that I was in love and they celebrated a lot when we got together… It's going to be okay.

I smile and hug him around the waist.

— Are they here? - I ask.

— They've gone to buy us a snack. We're going to have some time alone.

We sit, cuddled up, on the sofa.

— I still can't believe he's gone… - I say with my voice breaking. Ross hugs me tighter.

— I know that it hurts, but think that it was his time to go and that he loved you and your family very much…

— I know. - The tears come. — I shouldn't be like this. I'm here with you, I'm going to meet your parents…

— It's normal, sweetheart. When I lost my grandfather, dad's father, I was down for more than a week. Cry all you need to.

— I'm so tired of crying lately… Out of nowhere I cry, I feel sad.

— As soon as this medication adjusts, you'll get better, Amandita. - He sighs and picks me up.

— AH!

— Sorry, haha. Let's go to the bedroom and get some rest. - I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

— My mom's right, Ross, you're my guardian angel. - He smiles, kisses me on the forehead and puts me to bed. I take off my shoes while he closes the curtains and the door. He lies down and hugs me. I'm glad he's so sweet. I focus on his heart beating and fall asleep.

Ross' POV

— Ross? We're here.

— Bedroom. - I say it not too loud, so as not to wake her. — Shhh… - I say to my mother as soon as she enters the room. — She's finally asleep. - I smile at her.

— She's beautiful, my son. - My mother strokes Amanda's loose hair.

— Yes, she is. - I look at her fondly.

— Well, your father's preparing the snack. As soon as she gets up, you'll come.

I spend some more time lying with my girlfriend, until she gets up.

— Hi. - She says sleepily. I smile.

— Hi, sweetie… Feeling better?

— I'm sorry if I cried on you.

— No problem. My parents have already arrived and made us a snack. Do you want to eat?

— Yes. I'm nervous about meeting them…

— You don't have to be. I'll be by your side the whole time. - She puts on her shoes and faces me, hugging me.

— Thank you, blondie. For helping me, for being my best friend and my boyfriend. - She looks at me and kisses me. I kiss back and say:

— Hey, it's the duty of every best friend and boyfriend to make his girlfriend happy and smile. I'm doing my job. You're special and amazing and, as I said the day I asked you out, you're not going to be alone.

— You're the best. - And she takes my hand. Before we leave the room, she takes a deep breath.

— Mom, dad, Amanda's here, but she's embarrassed. I told her she doesn't have to…

— Hi, sweetheart, you don't have to be afraid. - My mother says. Amanda comes out of my room and smiles, waving at them.

— Hi, my name is -

— We've finally met her! - My father runs up to her and hugs her tightly. Amanda is startled, but laughs.

— Dad, you'll break her like that. Let her go!

— Tight hug, huh? Hi, Mr. Lynch…

— My name's Mark, but you can call me Dad…

— Mom, what's wrong with him? - I ask her to come, already desperate.

— He said that when he got here, he was going to give her a tight hug, so she'd feel better…

— If she feels anything, she's blue! She'll become an Avatar! - The two of them were still hugging and I heard him say:

— (…) You make Ross very happy, you know that? You can come here any time, we'll welcome you. You're family now. And I'm sorry about your uncle, I'm glad you didn't stay alone and came here…

— I appreciate everything, Mark. It's okay if I say your name in Portuguese, isn't it? Can you hear me in that tone of voice?

— Of course, darling. - He laughs.

— Mark, enough, I wanna be with her too… - My mother broke the embrace between the two of them and hugged Amanda, ever so gently. - I'm sorry about my husband, he's silly on a daily basis, but he wanted to make you smile. My name is Stormie. So nice to meet you! Did he hurt you with the hug?

— My pleasure. No, he didn't, haha… - My mother shakes her head, encouraging Amanda to speak. — Today was a difficult day, and I wanted to stay here. I can't believe I was afraid you wouldn't like me or that you wouldn't hear my normal voice…

— Ross told us that you did speech therapy for a long time because of the sequelae. You're a warrior, my love… You don't have to force your voice. And he told me about your uncle. I'm really sorry. Do you want to spend the night here?

— Thank you, ma'am. - I saw that Amanda was getting emotional, so I approached her and put my hand on her shoulder.

— I told you not to be nervous. Please stay…

— I don't know if my mother will let me, but I want to.

— We'll sort it out in a second. - My mother smiles and continues talking to her.

— She's everything you said. - My father hugs my shoulders and smiles.

We ate and had a good chat.

— See? It all worked out. - I smile and we go to my room.

— It did. I loved your parents. They're so nice and caring, they treated me like their daughter.

— I'm sorry about my dad. Did he hurt you?

— No, of course not. He's funny. Now I know why you're silly too. - I smile and she hugs me, sitting us on the bed.

— I hope you are better.

— Yes, I am. - She kisses my cheek. — I really wanted to stay a bit longer, but my mom's back.

— Can I at least show you a song I wrote? - Her eyes sparkle. — Remember the day you were sad, and you told me that you were angry, and that your uncle wasn't responding to the treatment and you started crying? And I kept humming in your ear?

Amanda takes my hand, saying “yes”, and I continue.— Right in class, I wrote down the lines and wrote the song myself.

— Naughty boy. - She pretends to be surprised and laughs. I pick up my guitar and start playing.

Sometimes love's a scary place

It's like standing in the dark

Flying through the universe

Trying to fix your broken heart

It's okay to let it go

You don't have to be so brave

Take a chance if someone else

Is gonna sweep in and save the day

You don't have to face your fears alone

'Cause whenever you're in trouble

I'll know

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero

Let me be your superhero

Take off your mask, put down your guard

Don't need a symbol on your chest

It's all right for once to play

The damsel in distress

You're gonna use up all your strength

Trying to be so strong

Don't have to shoulder all the weight

Together we can take it on

You don't have to face your fears alone

'Cause whenever you're in trouble

I'll know, oh

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero

Let me be your superhero

Woah, woah, oh

Woah, woah, oh

Let me be your superhero

Woah, woah oh, yeah yeah

Woah, woah, oh

Sometimes love's a scary place

It's like standing in the dark

Flying through the universe

Trying to fix your broken heart

Yeah...

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero

Let me be your superhero

Yeah, I can be your superhero

You know I will, baby

Woah, woah, woah, oh oh

Let me be your superhero...

— I loved it, my angel. I listened to every word and I loved it! I was thinking… I heard from Alice that the Human Sciences have a symposium every semester, with lectures, it's a big event. And there's always a talent show in which lots of students take part. Why don't you join in?

— I don't know, Amanda… - I scratch my neck. — I don't have stage fright, but I wonder if anyone will want to hear my songs.

— Are you kidding, Ross? - She takes my face. — Honey, you can do it. You've got talent! People will expect to see it. And if nobody likes it, who cares about two hundred people? Our friends and I will be in the front row to hear you.

— Thank you, you've persuaded me. - I kiss her. — Will you wait for me with my parents while I take a quick shower?

— Of course. - We kiss again. She was about to leave when I called her. - Watch out about my father. He's like a dog, he always wants attention.

That makes her laugh.

Amanda's POV

— Amanda, darling? I know what will make you laugh. My son's baby pictures.

— So, it'll have to be quick, while he's having a bath! - I say excitedly and run to sit next to her and Mark. The album begins with their wedding photo, with everything looking beautiful. — You looked beautiful!

— And with more hair… - Mark smooths his thinning hair, making me laugh. I see some photos in the snow; others of them here in Brazil, even one from the day Ross was born.

— Awn. Ross must have shown me the photo he took of me, I was half his size.

Photos and more photos (and several hilarious comments from his father) later, and even a photo of my naked boyfriend, still months old, I see a photo that catches my attention: the blond guy wearing a mullet (haircut), with a microphone, singing at Christmas.

— THE MULLET, HAHAHA! So he's always liked singing?

— Yes, and he writes very well. I heard him singing to you. - Stormie says.

— We just didn't stand in the doorway so as not to disturb you. - Mark says and she glares at him.

— Haha, he's sweet. I was even saying to him that the department we study at in college has a big event every semester, and then there's a talent show, which he should take part in.

They really liked the idea and are going to talk to him again. Another photo makes me laugh: he's by the pool, wearing shorts and feeling cold, with his little hands together.

— HIS BELLY BUTTON IS CLOSED, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DETAIL, HAHAHA. I know it's silly, but can I take the photo of the photo? I could really use this photo for some blackmail in the future.

— Haha, go ahead.

— NOOO! NOT MY PHOTOS! - I hear him shout from the corridor and come in wearing another outfit. — Did she see me?

— Yes. - I hold in my laughter as he snorts. — For God's sake, Ross, everyone has a picture like that…

I hug him.

— But it's embarrassing!

— You were cute, Rossy! - I say, squeezing his cheeks.

— Sit down, both of you, because in this age of technology, this album is going to get more photos.

— Do you want me in the album?

— Of course, my love. - Stormie strokes my cheek. I smile and Ross sits down, hugging me. I return the hug and they take the photo on their phones. Naturally, my boyfriend and I look at each other and I thank him for everything, and he kisses me. I kiss him back and his parents take the photo. I turn red with embarrassment and Ross kisses my cheek. Needless to say, this is the third photo.

— That's it. We'll reveal it tomorrow. - Mark says and turns to me. - Tell us you're staying.

I call my mom, who won't let me at first, because I didn't bring any other clothes, because she thinks it's bad that I'm sleeping in the same bed as Ross, even if I don't change my panties… How embarrassing… I argue that: 1) Stormie could lend me some pajamas. 2) It's Ross, and they have a guest room. 3) I wouldn't die if I kept my panties on until the next day. Of course I just said “I'm not going to die because of that!”

Result: she let me. I asked her to look after my daughters and hung up.

— She let me. - I say smiling and Stormie says:

— Do you want to take a shower? I'll lend you some warm pajamas.

We watch a comedy movie on TV first, eat some more and at 7:30pm, I shower and change in the guest room. I go back to the living room and give them both a hug, thanking them for staying.

Ross and I go to his room, but not before Mark talks to us:

— The sink in his room is broken, so be careful when you use it.

— I loved this afternoon… - I say, smiling and hugging Ross as we lie in bed.

— That's great, my angel. - He kisses my forehead. — I knew being alone with your sister wasn't a good idea.

I sigh heavily. — She was going to keep saying: “Stop crying so much, blah, blah, blah”.

Ross smiles and grabs my waist.

— You look like my mom, but sexy. - He says silly things to me.

— Stop it! I'm not sexy, not even in my pajamas! - I laugh nervously.

— If you could see what I see…

— Ross, I've remembered something.

— Hm?

— I won't be able to sleep… My medicines! One induces sleep and the other stabilizes mood. The inducer is the most important… Damn! Ugh, I wasn't supposed to forget!

— Awn, my angel. We'll find something to do: a cup of tea, we'll talk, I'll sing to you quietly… You managed to sleep with me this afternoon.

A quarter to ten, I say goodbye to everyone and go to bed.

— Can I come in? - The blond knocks on the door.

— Sure. I'm afraid I won't sleep.

— Yes, you will. I'm going to stay with you for a while and… I've brought Calum to keep you company. - He hands me the teddy bear and I hug them both. Ross lies with me, caressing my face. We talk for a while until I feel sleepy. - Good night, passion.

— Good night.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. and at 1:17 a.m. I had closed my eyes, but I hadn't fallen asleep. I started crying out of anger and because I was feeling the usual spasms in my arms and legs. The dosage of the medication and the anxiety do that.

I walk with difficulty to Ross's bedroom door and open it. — Ross, help!

He's not listening, that's great! I find a pair of socks in a ball and throw them at him. Nothing. My last option was to risk walking over to him. I fall on him and he wakes up.

— Amanda, what are you doing? - He says confusedly and puts me on the bed.

— Help me. I'm having very strong spasms! - I can see he's getting desperate and asks me if I want to go to hospital. — No, this is common at night. It's muscle weakness, dosage, anxiety, everything…

— Shh… There's no need to cry. It'll pass…

He stands over me, holding me and massaging my arms. I'm unconsciously careful not to kick him anywhere because of the spasms. I relax and the spasms stop after a while.

Ross' POV

Amanda gets better and I go to the bathroom. I was so scared about all this! I wait for her to fall asleep. When I wash my hands, the tap splashes a lot of water on my shirt. I manage to close the sink and look at my girlfriend, deciding whether to take my shirt off, so as not to make a sound and wake her from the sleep she's had such a hard time getting, or to get another shirt. I take off my shirt and lie down on the bed, hugging my girl.

By morning, I was awake, but too lazy to open my eyes.

— I can't believe this has happened… I don't want to be a mother… I'm only eighteen… - Haha, poor thing, she must have been so tired that she didn't remember that we only had sleep… I take her hands off her face and kiss her.

— Relax, we didn't have sex. You got too tired and forgot that you came to my room.

— Yes, but I vaguely remember you being dressed…

— Calm down, okay? The sink splashed water on me and I didn't want to wake you up if I took another shirt, so I took it off and warmed myself up by hugging you and the blanket.

— It makes sense.

— Nothing happened at all. - I laugh and hug her. — I promise.

She hugs me and kisses me on the neck.

— All right, then. You're so handsome, baby. - She climbs on top of me and slowly kisses her way down my chest and stomach, batting her huge eyelashes and staring at me. — Very handsome.

I like this dark side of her. I bite my lower lip to keep it quiet, already melting inside.

— Gorgeous, as much as I'm enjoying it, we'd better stop… - I make her look at me.

— Ross, I'm sorry… I saw you like this and you're beautiful inside and out, and I couldn't take it.

— It's all right. - I kiss Amanda and put her under me, kissing her on the neck a few times and nibbling on it lightly. — It's normal for us to be like this, Amandita, there's no need to feel ashamed. It's the attraction.

— Thank you for looking after me at night. - She says happily.

We chatted for a while and then went to have breakfast with my parents.

[starkeyboy]

men looking to the left>>>

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch Imagine - The Lost Art Of House Husbandry

Dating a popstar comes with more than a few benefits, but the one you expected least was a de facto house husband.

Though his music was work–just as hard as yours, in fact–Ross's irregular schedule left him with a lot of free time during the business week. In his single life, this meant any time he wasn't at the gym or out with friends was spent on his PS5 grinding Apex or Overwatch. Now that it's just him and you, though, he's gradually picked up more and more of the slack around the house.

It began with Ross just knocking out the laundry since it was there, letting the machines run while he relaxed. Then, while he picked up clothes around your room, he started picking up anything else out of place, including dishes. While he was at the sink, he figured one day, he might as well wash them since they were piling up anyhow. And, since he had cleaning supplies out anyway, he could go ahead and give the kitchen a quick spot clean before you came home.

Over the weeks this happened, Ross noticed the immediate change in your mood. It wasn't like you did all the chores to begin with, but coming home to a clean house each day rather than watch it grow dirtier and dirtier each afternoon did wonders for your psyche.

Surprised at how much you appreciated this little change of his, Ross started looking for other ways to brighten your day. The most obvious thing for him to do was buy a cookbook and start putting warm dinners on the table for you each night, but that's far from where he stopped. Soon after, you started finding flowers on your nightstand and little heart-shaped notes and chocolates around the house. Your crusty old doormat got replaced with a custom made one welcoming you home. On occasion, he lift you up out of nowhere and takes you to the car, taking you to some five-star restaurant just because.

Secretly, you hope he'll greet you in a maid dress someday, but your greatful for all he's done regardless.

A Little More Ross...

[hardysbitch]

Oh nooo 😭

I'm the anon who requested that prompt with Ross L

it's already written again guys! i'll post it right away yeyy😁

but just to be sure, it's written in a f!reader pov, should I change it or it's alright that way?

[katiascraft]

someone up for some story on Ross??? My requests are open!!

[amandamgsblog]

Chapter 8 - Rain and care - Part 2

Amanda's POV

We arrived at the coordination office and asked the receptionist if any of the Languages coordinators were there.

— There's only Priscilla. What's the problem? I can put her on. - Cláudio says.

— Well, one of my colleagues deliberately stepped on my foot, which is already disabled, and almost broke it. It's been half an hour and some people saw it.

— This is very serious. You can go in, she's in her room at the end of the corridor.

We thanked her and found Priscilla.

— Hi, are you the other coordinator? I'm Amanda and this is Ross. We're first-year students and something unpleasant happened just now.

— Sit down and tell me about it.

— Help me out here, Ross, it's throbbing…

Well, I was walking back to the entrance of the main auditorium of 43, and a colleague was leaving at the same time, but she grabbed me by the shoulders, stared at me and stomped on my foot, hard, with hatred. And what's worse, it was the foot that I have a birth defect in. And it's not the first time she's picked on me, because she's been bullying me since the first day I joined the course.

— Wow, I'm going to call her in private and we'll sort this out. This is very serious. Do you know if she has a reason for such aggressive behavior?

— Can I say something? - Ross asks. — I've witnessed situations where Ariana has made fun of Amanda's disabilities and she picks on Amanda because she likes me, and Amanda and I have been very close since we met.

— Well, nothing justifies that. I'm going to give her a warning and a two-day suspension. If anyone else does anything to upset you, Amanda, come and talk to any of us, understand?

We smiled and thanked her. We left and Ross hugged me.

— I told you everything would be fine. You were scared for nothing… - He says and I laugh.

— Thank you, handsome.

— You're welcome, beautiful. And your foot?

— Throbbing less. Let's go back and I'll put it up a bit. - I take his hand and we talk. A couple of times, I had to put my arm around his neck and walk on one foot. We laughed at the height difference. — Do you think you'll be all right tomorrow? It rained a lot and I'm worried.

— I'll be fine. I'm so happy that girl is going to be punished… - He stops and stares at me. —And I meant it when I said that you're strong and that you shouldn't listen to the shit she says.

— I know. I don't believe I'm pretty, but I know the rest. - I laugh and Ross stops me and grabs my right cheek. He closes his eyes and kisses my other cheek a few times and I smile, feeling my heart race.

We walk back and watch the rest of the lessons. In the evening, I put on some pain cream and put my foot up and it got better.

Ross' POV

I ended up not feeling well the next day. I woke up with a runny nose, a lot of nausea, a scratchy throat, coughing, a sore body and, worst of all, I have an exam today. If I don't take it, it won't be until the end of the semester and there's a good chance I'll forget I didn't take it.

— Awn, son, why don't you stay home today?

— I have exams today and tomorrow. I can't miss it. One of the exams is from the teacher who expelled me. - I say, frowning, remembering.

— So you're not driving today. You look like hell. - My father says.

— Geez, I'll improve faster.

I take a nap in the middle of the morning and get a hitchhike. The exam is in the first period of the day, so I'll just have to survive a bit until the exam is over.

I kept coughing and my friends realized I was sick.

— What happened? - Alice asks.

— He got rained on yesterday, he got soaked. - Amanda strokes my back.

I finish the exam and get a headache, my vision blurs, and I put my head down.

— Ross, are you feeling sick? - Duda, one of Ariana's nice friends, asks. All I can do is nod.

— I'll take you to the doctor's. - Amanda says and we leave.

— I don't want to. I'm going to faint… - I say weakly.

We walk carefully to the cafeteria and Amanda sits me down.

— I'll get you a snack. Hi, what have you baked? It could be a pão de queijo.

She comes back with the snack and a juice, but I don't feel hungry.

— I'm not hungry, sorry.

— You have to eat or you won't get better. Just a little. For me…

What do I not do for her?

I eat the bread and feel like lying down on the sofa over there. There was no air conditioning today.

— Will you lie down with me, Amandita?

She laughs and sits down on the sofa. I lay my head on her knees. So warm and cuddly. My day is made.

I feel her stroke my hair and we fall asleep. I wake up and decide I'd better go to the medical center inside the college because I have a fever.

— I've improved… a little.

— But you still have a fever and a cough.

We get there and I lie down on the stretcher.

— What a cold place… - I say shivering. Amanda, once again, takes another zippered blouse and puts it over my body. Every gesture she makes to take care of me makes me fall more in love. I'm not going to deny it any longer.

I wait for the doctor to arrive and explain the situation. He gives me some fever medicine and we wait for my temperature to drop a little. I feel a bit better to attend classes and I go home.

— Mom, dad, I'm really falling in love. But I'm scared… I don't know if it's good or bad…

— Son, you'll never know if you don't try. - My dad says and I nod. Even though I'm exhausted and sick, I smile, getting some ideas.

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch - Post-Concert Experience

Ross's fans get more than enough at his shows- to see him shirtless, sweaty and moving in ways closer to stripping than dancing. Everyone goes crazy for it when he performs, and that's all well and good to you since you know they don't get the full experience.

When you're dating Ross, not only do you get to watch his shows in all their sexy glory, you get to meet him backstage every night. Not with the fan meetup, either. The whole security staff knows your name and face, and take you straight to Ross.

After shows, there's not a thing on his mind but sex. No talking, no foreplay, no bullshit. Once he gives you that head nod, all sweaty and tired with the intoxicating smell of him filling the air, you know he's taking you to his dressing room and doing a lot more than undressing you.

A Little More Ross...

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Chapter 5 - It's not so easy to say - Part 1

Stormie's POV

I was with Mark watching TV, waiting for Ross to arrive. Classes finish at 6:50 p.m., but depending on the traffic, he arrives almost half an hour later.

— How was class, love? - I ask him as soon as I realize he's arrived.

— I don't even know! I'm feeling… Feelings! And I'm not ok!

The poor guy pulls his hair up. He's reliving the stress of thinking he's in love and that he'll hurt someone later, in a possible break-up.

— It was only a matter of time, but I didn't think it would be the next day!

— Mark, don't make it worse! Here, darling…

I run to get a glass of water, which my son accepts with trembling hands. He's only fallen in love twice in his life: at fifteen, with Aubrey, and at sixteen, with Laura. Dating Aubrey was the most bizarre relationship he could have had.

Flashback…

It was our annual vacation in Colorado. We had flown out a week ago to spend two months at my mother's house.

Ross had gone with the boys to a new diner and there he met Aubrey, who was a waitress. He fell in love with her, they became friends and during those months, they started dating.

As well as being possessive and jealous, she was completely clueless. Aubrey was lovely to us at first, but then he would throw fits of jealousy if he wanted to spend time with us or with other friends. If it was with Raini or Laura, she almost hit the girls. Apart from the many times we saw her trying to climb into Ross's room during the night, when he was in the shower, changing or asleep.

We would have to go back to Brazil again and the situation was already unbearable. Ross didn't like her anymore and wanted to end things. He was very polite, not wanting to break her heart, and she ended up freaking out in the cafeteria and getting fired. She said it was his fault and, even though it wasn't, he felt very guilty.

With Laura, my mother's neighbor's daughter, the following year, it was like this: they were very close childhood friends and were very happy in their relationship, even at a distance. But that same distance made her fall in love with Riker and him with her. So she and Ross were sad, of course, but they ended well and are still best friends, as they have been since they were in diapers.

End of flashback…

My son and my husband summed up their conversation yesterday and I couldn't help but agree with Mark. He has to get rid of this fear of love, but we can't do that for him. The way Ross protects this girl, even without realizing it, says a lot.

— (…) Then the four of us chatted until we each went off to do something different in our free time. She went to the gym and seems to have met some guy there, and I'm jealous. I shouldn't be!

— Calm down, son. These are normal feelings. You don't fall in love or love just once in a lifetime. Everything will be fine. Of course you're friends and you feel affection for each other, but think that you can be in love with a month of friendship… That's how it was with your father.

Go after her, son. Maybe she likes you too?

I hug him.

— If I ever had a chance, I missed it. She's very sweet, but she closes herself off too much… I don't know if she has feelings for me. Maybe she'll start dating this guy? I'll be happy for Amanda, really.

— Why don't you invite your friends over one day, and then invite just her to see a movie? She'll realize you're interested. - His father says.

— I don't know, dad… I'll think about it…

He goes to his room rather upset.

— Our poor son, Mark… - I turn to him.

— Calm down, Stormie, he's just confused. - He kisses me. - It's going to be all right. I'm rooting for them.

Amanda's POV

I'm woken up by yet another argument… Seriously, 7:10 in the morning and they're almost killing each other!

— I LOST MY JOB BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU NEVER SUPPORTED ME, LISTENED TO ME! YOU SAID I WAS TORTURING YOU! NOW, WITH YOUR DARLING LITTLE DAUGHTER, WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN LOVED, IT'S A DIFFERENT STORY!

— OF COURSE IT'S TORTURE, THALITA! DO YOU THINK IT'S NORMAL FOR SOMEONE ALMOST THIRTY YEARS OLD TO BE CRYING IN YOUR HEAD ALL DAY AND NIGHT, GETTING IN THE WAY OF YOUR SISTER AND ME, AND THEN GO DOPED UP TO WORK IN A HOSPITAL PHARMACY?! OF COURSE THEY'D NOTICE! YOU ALREADY HAD THE JOB IN YOUR HANDS AND YOU WERE FIRED NOT BECAUSE OF ME, BUT BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOUR BOSS WAS STALKING YOU!

You need to go to therapy, as I've always insisted, and tell your psychiatrist that you're not balanced. Because this is not the behavior of balanced people!

— YOU'RE A DEMON! WHAT A FUCKING MOTHER AND FAMILY I HAVE! I HAVE NO ONE!

I arrive in the dining room just as my sister, who is almost six feet tall, raises her hand to my mother.

— Don't touch her! - I say, putting myself in front of my mother to protect her. Thalita pushes me aside and I fall. I manage to protect my head.

They give up arguing and my sister goes to her room, but not without slamming the door and screaming, crying with rage.

— Calm down, mom, I'm fine. I haven't been hurt. - I felt a little pain, but it was bearable. I always take pain medication to college in a little box.

I spent time with the cockatiels, who managed to make me feel better, then I had lunch and went to college. It's an hour and twenty minutes before class starts, so I sit at one of the tables in the restaurant near the entrance. I look around and wave to the English teacher, who is a sweetheart. Haha, Ross is crazy about her and was on cloud nine when she said she was going to bring a Shakespeare sonnet for us to read.

I pull up my pants to my knees and look at my legs, which were sore and had purple spots that hurt, unlike the bruises from stress and sadness, which don't hurt, they just appear. I hate it so much!

I dig my head out of my hands and look at the entrance to the cafeteria. The guy from yesterday! My God, how do I talk to him?

Like a normal person?

We both know, dear conscience, that we're going to stop at “hi”.

Maybe not, come on.

What's gotten into you?

The adrenaline from the fight gave me a false sense of confidence, so I went over to his table.

— Hi. - I say, trying to regulate my voice to a higher pitch, but failing. I'm glad he didn't notice that I was standing up.

I wave and he smiles back. I can say hello now. I hope he doesn't hate my voice…

— Hi, how are you?

— Hi. Fine, and you? - I say.

— Me too, sit down, please.

We sat in silence for a minute, until I plucked up the courage to do exactly what I did in high school.

— So… I saw you yesterday, but I don't know your name… - My classic line. Simple, but not overdone.

—Oh, it's Matt. Matthew, actually, and yours?

(A/N: the guy I fell in love with in 2019 had a very different name, so I decided to put Matt anyway to make sense, since it's not a common name here).

— It's Amanda. Wow, your name is different, but it's pretty.

— Haha, thanks. My mother is obsessed with Matthew McConaughey, the 80s movie star, and she named me after him. I kind of like it.

— Wow, my mom loves him too, haha. And your father, he didn't mind?

— At first, yes, but then he liked the idea. What course are you doing?

— Languages and Literature. But for God's sake, it's the other major of the course. Don't put me near rude children, because I might throw one out of the window! - I partially joke and we laugh. — What are you studying?

— Accounting. I start at 7pm, but I work out in the afternoon, after working as an assistant on the college's virtual channel.

— Wow, you still work here? That's nice. Wait a minute. Did you say Accounting? Do you know Camila? Have brunette skin, dark curly hair, short, wears glasses?

— Yes, she's my best friend in here. She's very badass.

— Yes, she is. She's been my best friend since I was eleven, I'm eighteen now. We did elementary and high school together.

— Wow, so there are going to be fights sometimes. - He jokes and we laugh. — I have to have lunch, bye, Amanda.

— Bye, it was a great time.

MY CONVERSATION WORKED! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Even if I'm happy for a moment, I quickly become sad and worried. Today my furniture arrives and how am I going to explain to my friends and my teachers that the desk is considerably bigger and has a sticker on it saying: “Support for People with Special Needs”?

Now the bullying will start.

I soon start to remember what my psychologist said, that I should be honest with my friends who didn't know me very well, because if they're really my friends, they'll understand my need and my depression, and they'll respect me. And that's what I'm going to do now.