#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

[amandaguedesblog]

Chapter 3 - Getting to know eachother better & Snacks

Previously…

— Did you hurt yourself, Amanda? - The blond comes running towards me and asks worriedly, crouching down while I'm still sitting.

He whispers:

— Let me stay close to you, please…

Now…

Narrator's POV

Neither of our two protagonists really understood what was going on. They stared at each other, trying to figure out if the other had also felt an electric shock.

— Ross, can you sit here with me for a moment? - Amanda said a little dazed, because she didn't quite understand what was happening.

— Sure.

— Uh… I really messed up with you last week and I want to apologize. I saw how upset you were. I have serious problems and making friends isn't my strong point. I've had very few real friendships, because people have always judged me or laughed at me in front of me, so I'm afraid to approach anyone without knowing for sure if they're going to do something similar or not.

Amanda said facing the young man. Ross smiled at her and said:

— As sad as those reasons are, I understand it, really. - She also gave a small smile. — And who doesn't have problems in life? I'm your real friend, Amandita. One more for the exclusive list.

They both laugh. — And if you think I'm going to do the same thing to you that the bitch-mother and her gang are doing to you, you're very mistaken… I don't understand why you haven't gone to the Languages coordinator, who is the same as the Humanities coordinator. I can go with you!

— Awwn, how cute… - She squeezes one of his cheeks, without hurting him, and they laugh again. - Bitch-mom, I love it! But it's the second week of school and if the ridiculous troupe gets called in afterwards, it's going to be hell. I'll wait a bit longer and see if this situation continues.

— Okay. I'll support you and we'll do almost everything together: study, go to each other's houses to watch movies and chat, make fun of each other's faces, comfort each other. I'm not going to leave your side and you're going to be pissed at me, wanting personal space.

They smile and the young woman already has tears of happiness threatening to come out, so she hugs Ross, thanking him for his support, his friendship and his cute personality.

— I'm also going to be the best friend I can, even if 50% of the time you don't understand what I'm saying, haha.

— Your tone of voice is normal for me, it's just lower and that's no problem… and I think it's really cute. - Ross spoke without thinking and blushed, while Amanda felt her heart racing without her wanting it to. All she could do was smile genuinely and thank him.

— Err… I think we'd better go into the classroom. - She says.

— Yes. I'll help you up. - Ross takes both her hands and, with a little strength, lifts her up without any problems. — Can you walk now?

— Yes. I just had a muscle spasm at the time. Nothing serious.

— Come here. - He hugs her from the side and pulls her close to him, and the two of them walk together, smiling. Classes went slowly that day, but nothing that a chat back and forth couldn't improve their mood.

The next day…

Amanda's POV

I spent last night and into the night thinking about Ross. No, I'm not in love. I'm just happy to have a friend as good as him… I hope our friendship grows. I confess I was startled by the way my heart raced at that moment.

Well, through sheer spontaneous pressure from my mother, today, just before the first class started, I had to go to Inclusion Support, an organization within the college that makes furniture and helps students with hearing impairments, mental disabilities, motor impairments, who have some limitations, and for the visually impaired. They're going to make a bigger table, with a footrest and a chair, all adapted for me. I'm rushing to get to the classroom on time, but I'm worried because my mother didn't have enough money at home. So I don't have a penny to buy food at break times.

— Hey, where are you going? - I thought it was Alice, but when I looked, it was Ariana.

— I was going to the cafeteria.

— Look, we got off on the wrong foot and I want to make amends with you. I'll buy you a snack, come on.

Did I believe her? Not at all, but desperation spoke louder.

— Okay, let's go. - There was no conversation as we walked past the building and up to the other snack bar around building 6. — Good afternoon, I'll have a potato bun with ricot-.

— Give her a well-filled coxinha. (coxinha or 'drumstick' is a Brazilian fried round snack filled with chicken and ricotta)

I can't bear to eat a huge coxinha! Of course I couldn't say that to Ariana, so I just thanked her and smiled. I ate some of the coxinha until we reached the classroom. When we opened the door, we found a bizarre scene: the teacher was slamming a large pile of sheets on her desk, while at the same time saying that she didn't need anyone from the first year, since everyone was talking, because there are much better students in other years.

Isn't that grounds for dismissal? What an impractical situation…

Ariana and I walked in saying “excuse me” and I sat down at my table, which in this situation is unfortunately the first one, facing the woman.

A few minutes pass and while I'm in between eating, because I didn't want much of the lunch, and paying attention, I hear:

— You're late and you're still eating! - The teacher comes within centimeters of my face, angrily. — YOU CAN'T EAT IN MY CLASS, THAT'S AN ABSURD!

I just throw my head back, my ears burning from the scream, and I'm ashamed.

— But I was in a meeting and I don't have any money at home for a snack today! Someone else bought me that… - I spoke angrily as I heard people laughing, so my voice rose considerably. She didn't move, making me uncomfortable, and continued:

— You're expelled from class today. You can leave now!

— WHAT? YOU CAN'T SHOUT IN HER FACE FOR A REASON LIKE THAT AND STILL GET HER EXPELLED! - I turn around and Ross is red with anger. I just hold his shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze, asking him to calm down. As soon as she'd shouted at me, my hunger turned to nausea, so I got up to leave the room and threw the coxinha in the garbage can. There are so many hungry people in the world, but I couldn't bear to eat with this heavy nausea.

— Who are you to tell me what I should or shouldn't do?! - She's still arguing with Ross as soon as I walk through the door. I lean on the windowsill and breathe.

Ross' POV

Amanda is expelled, but the ridiculous argument continues:

— Your student, unfortunately! But I'm much more her friend, who cares about her! And clearly I'm a much better person than you are!

— SO YOU CAN LEAVE TOO!

— I'd be delighted to! - I smile and walk to the door, not before whispering “fucking witch”. She bragged that her doctorate was all in French, that she didn't understand it and that she hated English.

Ross: 3-0 mad woman.

— Honey, are you all right?

— AHH! ROSS, DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT! - Amanda jumps up with her hand on her heart and her eyes wide. — And why did you come out to see me?

— Hahaha… Oh, I got kicked out too. - I shrug.

— What? Are you an idiot? Why did you do that?

— Because you're more important than an unbalanced woman shouting in other people's faces. She could never have shouted at you like that… How are you? - I ask and hold one of her hands. She looks at me and smiles a little.

— Just a bit nauseous… I don't know, hunger combined with panic.

I let go of her hand and speak:

— The college is huge, I'm sure we'll find something fun to do. We have three hours and twenty minutes to spare. Do you want to go to that café in the middle of the garden?

— Yes. The network is very good. - She says as we walk.

— (…) The crazy woman asked who I was to tell her what she should or shouldn't do. So I replied that unfortunately I was her student, but that I cared much more about you, which would make me a better person than her. Then she kicked me out and I whispered a fucking witch. It was so funny!

— Do you have shit for brains?!

— Not that I know of. - I laughed.

— She'll report you and you'll be kicked out of here! It'll be terrible for you and I can't be without friends!

— Relax, she doesn't understand a word of English. If I'd spoken in Portuguese, then yes, but since her doctorate was in French, because it's a beautiful language and she loves it, she never learned English.

— You're VERY dimwitted, but I admire you even more after today. That was epic!

— I know, I'm a nice guy… - I say and Amanda elbows me playfully. We went into the cafeteria laughing and went to choose our orders. — What will you have?

— I'll have a pão de queijo filled with ham. (pão de queijo or chesse roll is another Brazilian snack. From Minas Gerais - my state -, it's a type of biscuit made primarily from polvilho (tapioca starch), cheese, eggs, and oil).

— I'll have a roast hot dog.

— Drink? - The cashier asks.

— A soda each? - My friend asks and I nod.

— Would you like dessert? We have ordinary brigadeiro in a pot and pies in various flavors. (Brigadeiro is a Brazilian sweet made with condensed milk, cocoa powder, and butter. It's rolled into small balls and often coated in sprinkles).

We looked at the pies and there were strawberry, chocolate with Nutella, lemon, red fruit, WHITE CHOCOLATE PIECES!!!

— White chocolate piece. - Amanda and I spoke at the same time and laughed. We saw the beauty of the large piece of chocolate tart, moist, with a generous filling of white chocolate and bonbons on top. That's the one!

— 21,00 reais. - The girl replies and I take out my card, while Amanda complains that she can't pay half. Her being angry is funny.

— I won't have to eat for the rest of the day and I love white chocolate!

— Anyone who doesn't love white chocolate has a problem.

We ate the snacks and went on to the cake. I started laughing through my nose because an idea had crossed my mind, but I'd have to adapt it. I picked up a bonbon and pushed it slowly with my fork, like “Lady and the Tramp”, apart from the dogs and the spaghetti.

— What's that? - Amanda asks curiously.

— The scene from Lady and the Tramp. Of course I'm not going to stick my nose in the cake.

— Hahaha, seriously, where have you been all my life? I have a lot of fun with you! - She laughs, shaking her head. I feel strange. Am I falling in love? I've been blushing ever since I saw her for the first time, but it's been such a short time and we've known each other so little. It's probably just an affectionate thing. — Ross, is everything all right? You were still for a few seconds. Didn't you like the cake or the hot dog?

— Yes, they're delicious. I was just wondering what was going on in class. - I partially lied. — We've been here for half an hour, they'll kick us out soon.

— Again. - We laughed.

— Yeah, again.

— Ah, let's sit under a tree and talk.

We chose a yellow Ipê tree right in the center of the garden. There was a bench, but we sat on the grass. There weren't many people around, as a lot of students were in class.

— So. - I said. — When's your birthday?

— It's January.

— Really? I'm from December. It's the 29th.

— Wow, my birthday is the 7th. It wasn't the right date, but I'm on the 7th. It's very close to yours… I've finally got another friend to come to my party, haha. Relatives and friends always travel at this time of year.

— Yeah, it sucks. Only two friends who don't travel in December come to mine. Maybe next year, after New Year's Eve, we'll pick a day and have a party for the two of us? - I laugh happily.

— I'd love to, I'll bill you later. - She smiles too.

— Favorite color?

— Yellow. - She smiles. — I like purple a lot too.

— No way yours is yellow too! My second favorite is orange.

— Okay, a regret?

— Difficult, but certainly what happened when I was twelve. I was playing a game of ice hockey with my cousins, then the oldest, Riker, bumped into me hard, I fell on my hand and twisted it. - Amanda makes a pained face. — Wait, look: I was so angry and in so much pain that I punched him when we got home. He's four years older, but we're the same height. He fell unconscious, so I took off his clothes except his underwear, because I don't have to see everything, and dragged him out of the door and left him there.

— You wanted to kill your cousin with hypothermia?!

— In my head at the time, I just wanted him to have worse pain than me. But after thirty seconds, I saw how fucked up it was going to be and pulled him back. He was shaking and woke up instantly, so I had to tell my parents.

— What was the punishment?

— Fifteen days doing whatever he wanted, from tidying his filthy room to making food.

— HAHAHA!

— I just want to see you tell a worse story.

Amanda's POV

(A/N: it really happened)

— But we've just eaten and there's something disgusting in the middle of it… It's 100% real.

— What guy doesn't like disgusting things?

I let out a breath before I start.

— Oh my God… So, I was about three, four years old and I'd just got out of diapers and started doing everything in the toilet. Until I did my first number two without anyone seeing me. I just remember being happy, like, “I did it!”, and I literally PULLED it out and went to show my mom-

— ARE YOU KIDDING?! HAHAHA!

— You have no idea what's coming next: I called her happily, she didn't realize it, then I asked her to get down and I PUT the poop in her hair…

— AMANDA, HAHAHA… No way! - He had fallen on the grass from laughing and he was red.

— In my defense, I discovered years later that children at this stage of their growth have pleasure in these… physiological things… I wasn't 100% to blame, hahaha. - I laugh. — I don't know why I've never forgotten that. I just remember crying because she was screaming in despair and the maid was laughing herself to death, just like you.

— That made my day. Thanks, expulsion!

We talked for a while until he said something. — Can I ask you something, but promise you won't get angry?

— Yes, I promise I'll try not to get angry… - I say worried.

— Did someone beat you up in your family? Or a boyfriend? You have bruises on your arm… I swear, if some bastard is hitting you, he'll have his nose cut off before he's arrested.

Shit, he saw them!

— I can explain. - I tried to calm him down, because he kept his eyes lowered, looking at the medium-sized spots and, with every second, he became more distressed. — Nobody hits me, I swear! It's psychosomatic, my body produces it.

He just turns his face around, confused. — All the sadness, anger, anguish, frustration that I can't get out by crying, screaming, gets internalized, and then these small or large spots appear… I-I have them all over my body, especially my arms and legs. My mom has the same reaction. She suffered a lot of humiliation from my dad.

My eyes fill with water and Ross comes up to me, hugging me.

We talk for a while until he speaks:

— I didn't know, I was just very worried. - We lay down on the grass and I rested my head on his chest.

— I know. - I force him to look at me. - After that story with the bitch-mother, the spots came back. I hadn't seen them on my arm for a few weeks.

— Let's go to the coordination. Any day, please… - I just nod. We're silent and I feel a kiss on my head.

— I promise there's no one hitting me. No mother, nor boyfriend. Haha, how could someone invisible hit me? - I joke to ease the tension. — I don't even have a boyfriend.

— My last relationship was a while ago, but we've been best friends since we were babies. She's in Colorado.

— How cute.

We ended up dozing off, I don't know for how long. I just remember hearing my name.

— Stop it, Tião, Mom's coming. Don't shout.

— The last class is about to start.

Philosophy, I forgot!

— I'd stay here. Sorry, I thought it was my parrot calling my mother. He always does that.

— Hahaha, I love that. Hey, can this tree be “our” place? - I'm going to blow up of happiness!

— Sure, I was thinking the same thing. Shall we take a photo to make it official?

We were still hugging, so we took it like this and it was fine. We each went to our classrooms.

— This sorting by letter of the name is a real pain. There are some crazy junkies in my classroom. - Ross complains as soon as we meet at the end of the last class.

— Hahaha, would you want a classroom to have a hundred and twenty students?

— Never.

— Thanks for today. It's been so long since I've had this much fun. It was really worth it.

— It really was, the poop… Ouch. - Another elbow, a strong one this time. He hugs me, laughing. — I'll give you our photo. You have to go, princess. Good night.

— Not in a million years am I like that. Good night, blondie. See you tomorrow.

— You'll still be able to see this.

[starkeyboy]

men looking to the left>>>

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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!!

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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, so one hour 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, and 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 7 - Rain and care - Part 1

Amanda's Mini POV

I was amazed that everything went well with my revelations. They're amazing… I'm waiting in line for my snack to be ready, when Matt sees me and approaches:

— Hey.

— Hey. I thought you'd be here later.

— Yeah. I just finished my virtual job and went to get a snack. Are you alone?

— No, I'm with my friends at that table… - I point to the table, but I see them at a table diagonally across from us. - Actually, they're over there.

— Would you like to eat with me? - He asks and I nod. We sit down and I stare at my friends.

We chatted for a while about an exam he was going to have in the evening and I plucked up the courage to invite him for another snack afterwards. He said his goodbyes and, once I was a long way away, I went back to the previous table, celebrating.

— AHHH!!! IS THAT HIM? - Alice says.

— Yes, it is.

— I prefer Ross… - Jonathan starts to say and I see Ross choke on his juice. — In looks.

Ross' POV

I got home the same day and told my parents the story I'd heard about her life. They were impressed by how strong Amanda is and wanted her here soon. Not without some teasing, right? Parents…

I'll wait a few days before inviting the three of you to see the movie.

I didn't tell you about the near-jealousy attack I had, because I didn't want to add fuel to the fire. When we saw the guy approaching, we decided to give them some privacy. Before I choked, Jonathan and Alice realized that I'd kept quiet and watched them at the other table, and that I was about to squeeze the soda can.

Maybe it's time for me to be honest with myself, or I'll lose her… The electric shock I felt when I told her how amazing she is and when she stroked my cheek was greater than the one I felt the day we had the misunderstanding. And I don't want her to suffer because of any possible asshole.

The cold night, coupled with an activity for the next day, makes it slow for me to fall asleep, so I end up waking up later and with no time the next day.

1 p.m. arrives and I fly to the car, thanking God that today all classes will be held in the Titanic, a building and auditorium. The students have nicknamed it the Titanic because the top is shaped like waves.

The rain comes down and I realize I've forgotten my umbrella and jacket at home.

— Oh great! - I'll get soaked, but I'll have to run. I manage to take shelter under a pillar of the theater, until I see Amanda with an umbrella. She sees me and comes over to me.

— What a brilliant idea to come without an umbrella! - She says sarcastically.

— Hi to you too. - I return the sarcasm. - I woke up late today and didn't even realize it was going to rain…

— Come on, let's sort out these wet clothes…

I stay under her umbrella, squeezed in, and we go to the cafeteria.

She sits me down on the sofa and I start to feel the cold from the air conditioning. Soon, I feel the same air conditioning go away.

— I asked them to turn off the air and I got some paper towels to wipe whatever I can off you.

She dries my back and my hair, while I dry my arms and stomach.

I cough a little because of my wet pants and take off my sneakers to dry.

— What a fool I was… - I say, looking at her and shivering.

— I was only joking, things like that happen. I have a zippered blouse here I can lend you.

She takes a blue blouse and puts it over my back. It's not very big, but it helps. I thank her and she smiles at me. We waited for the rain to stop for a while and then hugged each other, because she was starting to feel cold.

We walked up to the building using the umbrella, until the wind turned it upwards and we got rained on. I took Amanda's hand and we ran the rest of the way, which was close. We fixed the umbrella and left it outside.

— Did you get very wet? - We spoke in one voice, looking at each other. We open the door to the auditorium and here comes the air conditioning again.

— Holy shit, huh? - Amanda says and I laugh, then sniffle. Someone asks us to turn it off and we sit down next to our two friends. I was still wearing her blouse, so I lifted the armrest that separated our chairs, put a part of my blouse over her back and we continued hugging.

The lecture on Orality and Gesture Practices began, until we heard Ariana speaking quietly to her friends, who were two rows away from us:

— What's he doing cuddling with that horrible girl?

I kiss my best friend's head and Jonathan smiles:

— Why don't you pretend you're dating and get her off your backs? It'll be great to see her freak out and pay for what she's already done.

Amanda nods and takes my hand. I agree and we start the act.

— Gorgeous, don't listen to that jealous woman. Baby, you're beautiful and you know how much I love you. - I look at her sincerely and Ariana and her friends turn their heads.

— I won't mind, darling. You're the best. Thank you for making me better. - She kisses my cheek, smiling. — Are you still cold?

— Just a little. Thanks for the sweater and for making me warm. - I laugh softly and kiss her forehead.

That should be enough, because it looks like smoke is coming out of the bitch's head, hahaha.

Everyone has taken some notes on the lecture and, still angry, I excuse myself and get up, going to sit in the row before the girls and saying:

— Ah, Ariana, you still think I'm going to date you? I don't like you because you're a mean, rude and nasty person. I'm sorry, but it's true. Amanda is beautiful inside and out, so you can't and don't have the right to say that about her.

— Ah, darling, you won't last… - Snorting, I return to my seat.

— Hey, guys, do you want to come over to my place sometime to watch a movie?

They agree and I smile.

Amanda's POV

I try to pay attention to the lecture. Of course, what the idiot there said made me sad, but she's just jealous because she doesn't have any real friends. Most of the girls only follow her because she's “popular”.

The first class ends, and as I've been sitting for over an hour, I get up.

— Everything okay? - Alice asks.

— Yes, I'm just going to walk around a bit. It's tiring.

— I'll go with you. I'm going to get a drink of water.

Ross says and we head for the exit. Waiting for him, I walk down the corridor outside the auditorium. As soon as I see him coming back, I smile, run and hug him tightly. I'm really falling in love.

It's possible to like two people at the same time, I've read about it. But you always like one more than the other. Well, now we have to wait and see if anything happens with either of them.

I bump into Ariana at the entrance, who gives me a strange look and tries to leave, but not before holding me back. I don't even have time to ask when she steps hard on my left foot.

I go to the back and Ross holds me down, sitting me on a chair while I check my feet, taking off my sneakers and socks. I hear him shouting to Ariana that it wasn't going to stay like that. He comes running and kneels in front of me.

— Can I have a look? - He puts my foot on his knee and touches it. - It hurts more in the middle, doesn't it?

— Yes, it doesn't hurt that much, but it could have been worse. - I say.

— Can you walk, Amandita?

— Uh, sometimes it throbs…

— We're going to coordination now. Whether you like it or not.

I've never seen the blonde look at me or speak so seriously and I agree, since it was an aggression what she did. We picked up our things and walked slowly.

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch Imagine - Down To Fuck

For as sexual of a person as Ross is- always kissing and touching you, shaking his hips and body rolling whenever he can, and ready to fuck at a moments notice, it's rare you ever see his "we're fucking tonight" face. It's not that you don't fuck, and it's not like he never says that to you, but when his face- his body says it, you know you're in for a different kind of night.

It always happens on a long day after a long time without getting his fix of you. When his celebrity status keeps him away from his superstar for a little longer than he's able to handle. Seemingly at random, something in him shifts and everyone can see it, even if they don't know exactly why.

His smile drops, as does the cool, chilled-out demeanor he's known for. Disinterest and impatience take its place, giving out annoyed glances and cold shoulders so liberally that Oprah starts clutching her pearls. You get it worst out of anyone, Ross training his gaze solely on you for the rest of night while simultaneously refusing to be near you.

"It's taking everything in me not to drag you into the restroom and tearing you apart," He all-but-growled in your ear when you tried forcing an explanation out of him once, "Please give me some space before I do something we'll both regret."

So you waited then, as you do every time he gets like this. Once your away from the eyes of the public, it's not uncommon for him to look uncomfortable while oglling you, like days or sometimes week of repressed sexual urges are fighting to get out of him. Still, he waits for however long the walk or drive or flight to privacy is before touching you.

It's not a second after closing the door do the words "Let's fuck" leave Ross's lips and its not a millisecond after a "Yes" leaves yours that he's on you for hours, even the whole night at times. More intense than even he knows he can be, Ross becomes a machine engineered to maximize your pleasure, all over you until he's in you, at which point his speed and power becomes hazardous to whatever piece of furniture unlucky enough to have you two on it.

Afterwards, you both sleep for no less than twelve hours, prior commitments be damned. You wake up entangled in each others bodies, sometimes in a way that provokes one final round before you two are back to your normal selves.

A Little More Ross...