Ross imagine - bubble baths

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As you continue to work on your English essay, Ross walks into the room. “Hey babe,” he says softly. “How’s the essay coming?”

You shrug and push your laptop away slowly. “It’s fine, I guess.”

He frowns softly and rubs your shoulders slowly. “Need to take a break?”

“No,” you mumble, though you lean your head back and shut your eyes as Ross’s fingers rub the knots in your shoulders. “I should really finish this.”

“You sure?” Ross asks, rubbing your shoulders harder. “I bet you could use a nice break.”

You sigh slowly. “Maybe … Maybe a short one.”

“Good.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “You stay here, I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

“Where are you going?” you ask, opening your eyes and looking up to him.

“You’ll see.” He pecks your forehead and smiles down at you.

You half smile as you watch him walk out. You run your hand through your hair and sigh as your eyes scan over your essay. You’ve been working on it for nearly an hour, though you haven’t gotten very far.

Ross returns into the bedroom a few minutes later. “Come with me.” He extends his hand to you.

You take it and stand with a smile. “Where to?”

He grins, though doesn’t answer. He leads you to the bathroom where there are several candles lit on the counter, and hot water steaming in the tub. Within the water, there’s a flower-scented bath bomb diffusing.

“Ta-da.” Ross shuts the door and smiles sweetly at you.

“Aw, Ross, this is so sweet.” You beam at the lovely smelling bath. “And it smells amazing.”

He smiles softly. “I knew you’d like it, babe.”

“I love it.” You turn to him and kiss his lips quickly. “Thank you.”

“Get in then.” He goes over to the toilet and sits on the closed lid. “I can sing for you if you want.”

You shake your head as you pull your shirt off and bra. “No, I want you to get in with me.”

Ross’s eyebrows raise slightly and he grins. “You do?”

“It’ll make me more relaxed,” you tell him, taking your pants an underwear off. “Besides, we haven’t bathed together in ages.”

“Sounds good to me.” He stands and undresses quickly. You smile, looking over his body. The candle light reflects shadows onto his toned stomach.

“You’re staring,” Ross teases as he steps into the tub.

You stick out your tongue. “I’m allowed to stare, you’re my boyfriend.”

“That is true.” He smirks as he lowers himself down. He exhales through his nose slowly. “It’s pretty hot.”

You shrug, stepping into the water. The heat is a bit of a shock to you, though you quickly adjust. “So are you.”

Ross laughs lightly and watches as you lower yourself into the water. You sit with your back to his chest. His legs are on either side of you, and he wraps his arms around your stomach as you lean into him.

“This is just what I needed,” you mumble with a relaxed sigh.

Ross sighs with you and smiles. “Me too, babe.”

“Thank you.” You rest your head under his chin.

“Of course, Y/N.” He gives you a small squeeze. “Anything for my baby.”

Imagine #5 - Elevator Encounter

You ran down the hallway of the convention hotel in your town. Out of lack of rooms, your school had permission to use some conference rooms and decided to move all the art classes for higher grades there. That meant you had about 5 minutes to get from your school to the hotel halfway across the town, though. Luckily, this was the last class of the day for you so you only needed to hurry through town once.

“No, nononono!” you muttered under your breath as you turned the corner and saw that one of the elevators was just closing the doors. You knew that waiting for another one to arrive on your floor was like playing roulette and taking the stairs would take too long as well. Not to mention that you really were not in the mood to take the stairs up to the 10th floor.  

You prevented the doors from closing all the way by quickly sticking one of your sketchbooks in the small gap. As soon as it fully opened up again, your eyes widened at the sight of already a good amount of people inside of it. They all turned their heads to look at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized and tried to catch your breath. You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks that were most likely tinted in a dark shade of pink by then. “I’m just gonna wait for the next one.”

“Nonsense,” a brunette guy said and nodded for you to get in. “Which floor did you need to get on?”

“Uh, 10th, thanks,” you answered, then standing next to a blond guy that was significantly taller than you.

“No problem,” he answered smiling. “I’m Ellington by the way.”

“(Y/N),” you answered, lightly smiling back. Everyone else introduced themselves and if you were remembering correctly, you were standing next to Riker. Next to him was Rocky and across from you were Ellington, Ross and Rydel.

The doors opened on floor 6 but no one was moving to get out. “This isn’t your floor either?” you asked, not actually knowing where they were headed.

“No, we’re going one above yours,” Ross answered, seemingly not fazed by the random stop at all.

Fantastic. Of course, the elevator had to stop at random floors just for the fun of it. You leaned your head back and sighed quietly while the doors closed again.

“Everything okay?” Riker asked from next to you.

“Yeah, these elevators are just worse than any gambling game,” you laughed lightly. “And I have a class that actually started a couple minutes ago already.”

Right as you said that, you arrived at floor ten. “Well, it was nice meeting you all,” you waved and stepped out.

“You too,” they replied. “Maybe we’ll see you around again.”

After your class ended, you had some time to kill and decided to sit down in the little café that was part of the hotel. Scribbling in your sketchbook to figure out some concepts for the assignment you just got, you heard voices approaching you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Rydel said, smiling from widely. “Mind if we join you?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head and made some room on the table since your things took up most of the space. Rocky and Ross were sitting down next to you, the others scattering around the rest of the table.

“Your description of the elevator being like a gambling game was pretty accurate, by the way,” Riker laughed.

“Oh yeah? How many times did it take you to get to your floor?”

“I think it was 3 or 4 times,” Ellington overdramatically sighed and rolled his eyes. “But how was your class?”

You tried not to groan at the thought of the past one and a half hours, but it was to no avail. “Let’s just say that I can’t think of anything more boring than being stuck in a History of Typography lesson that is 100% theoretical for 90 minutes,” you chuckled causing everyone else to let out a small laugh as well. “At least the assignment we got is practical. But what were you doing? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s fine,” Rydel waved her hand dismissively. “We had a little band meeting and finished earlier than expected so now we have the rest of the day off. Then we thought we could check out this café,” she smiled.

“Oh, you’re all in a band?” you wondered and tried to hide the fact that you were a little surprised. They seemed so normal and down-to-earth, you never would’ve guessed they were in a band.

“Yeah, R5,” Ross piped up from next to you. “Ever heard of it?”

You shook your head no and gave them an apologetic smile. “I will totally check your stuff out, though.”

“Is this for your assignment?” Rocky suddenly spoke up. Just then you noticed that he had taken the sketchbook that had been lying in front of you and was flipping through the pages. Usually, it was the probably biggest pet peeve of yours when someone would just flip through your sketches without asking beforehand. Seeing that this was the book especially for schoolwork and it was getting graded and critiqued by pretty much everyone anyways, you condoned it.

“Yeah, it’s just a rough draft of the first couple ideas, though. It most likely won’t look anything like that in the end.” Your eyes followed the book that was now making its way around the whole table.

“They are really good for just rough drafts,” Riker noted and passed it to Ross, who seemed to be eagerly taking a look at every page.

“Yeah,” Ellington agreed. “Maybe we will hit you up in the future when we need some new designs.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “But I’m sure you would want someone with an actual degree or at least a lot more experience.”

“Eh, who cares about degrees when the final product is awesome?” Ross shrugged and handed you the book back.

You kept chatting for a while, getting to know each other more, until you realized that it was time for you to go. They asked to exchanges numbers so you handed your phone over and got theirs to put your number in.

“So, (Y/N), if you ever want to get away from boring history class assignments, we have a show coming up soon and could sneak you a ticket if you want,” Riker smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

You laughed. “I’ll keep that offer in mind, thanks.”

“Just shoot one of us a text or something,” Rydel pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “Not only because of that, but in general. You’re pretty cool.”

“You guys are pretty cool, too.” You grinned at your new friends.

You said your goodbyes and walked down the street, smiling while recalling the past couple hours. Out of everything that could have ever happened, you never thought that the shitty elevators in the convention hotel could actually be the reason for an awesome, new friendship to start.

Imagine #27 - Daring [Ross]

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“(Y/N)! Pretty please,” Rydel practically begged over the phone. “Now that you moved here, we just have to have a sleepover!”

You let out a sigh, thinking about it. Having moved to Los Angeles a few weeks ago, you finally lived close to your long-time best friend. Rydel took that opportunity right away and invited you over for a sleepover along with her siblings and some other friends.

“Fine,” you eventually answered.

The sleepover was a couple days later. Everyone sat in a circle on the floor, you sitting between Ross and Rydel as you were playing a mixture of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare. The game had started out quite behaved but with the competitiveness of the Lynch brothers, they obviously had to one-up each other and it didn’t take long for the dares to get more and more intense.

Rocky spun the bottle and it stopped pointing at Ross. You quietly let out a sigh of relief. Knowing that Rocky’s dares were the worst and most extreme, you were glad it was Ross’ turn and of course he chose the dare.

“Ross, I dare you to kiss (Y/N),” Rocky challenged.  

Wait what?  You whipped your head towards Rocky and saw him already looking at you, a smug grin on his face. “And it has to be on the lips for 60 seconds or else you’ll serve me for a month,” he then elaborated his dare, putting up the stakes.

You shot him a glare, mentally making a note to get him back for that later. Ross shrugged and turned towards you. “May I?” he asked, his hand already going to the side of your face. You could merely nod your head before he had gently put his lips onto yours. Your eyes closed almost immediately, melting into the kiss and completely forgetting about all the people surrounding you. Ross slowly pulled away after what felt like forever but at the same time not long enough. When you opened your eyes again, he was already looking at you. For some reason, neither of you could tear their eyes from the other.

“Get a room already,” Rocky said with a smirk and chucked a pillow at the two of you. Snapping out of it, both of you blushed in embarrassment and scooted apart, not even daring to look at each other for the rest of the night. Something had definitely changed with that kiss and you couldn’t tell for sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

A few weeks went by and you tried to avoid Ross as best as you could. You were pretty successful with that but he had seemed to avoid you as well. It was actually pretty childish since you knew you might have an idea what was going on. So far, you had only talked about it with Rydel, saying you thought you might have feelings for Ross. She had a weird look on her face after you told her, almost as if she knew something you didn’t but you decided to not give it too much importance.

It was exactly one month since the sleepover and there was a knock on your door. You opened it and definitely did not expect that person to stand in front of you.

“Ross?” you asked. There was no denying that you were surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“I- uh…” he stuttered, blushing slightly. “I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to go out? I mean, Rydel said you like me an-“

“She did WHAT?!” you cut him off, eyes wide. Rydel had promised not to tell anybody about this.

“Shh, (Y/N),” Ross tried to calm you down, putting his hands onto your shoulders. “She only told me because I told her that I really like you. And I was asking her if she thought it would be a good idea to ask you out or not. You know, because you’re best friends and I’m pretty sure you guys would talk about things like that…” he trailed off, looking you directly in the eye. “Could you maybe say something?” Ross chuckled nervously after a long moment of silence.

“Y- you like me too?” you stuttered, still in complete disbelief. This was too good to be true.

He nodded. “So, what do you say? Wanna go and drive to the beach or something?”

“I’d love to,” you smiled and quickly got ready.

“Hey, remember that one?” Ross asked, pointing to a big rock at the beach.

“How could I ever forget the rock you made me climb all the way up on our first date?” you asked, giving him a look. The date was just a couple months back but it was still fresh in your mind, making you smile whenever you thought about it. And even though you had gone on multiple dates after that, you still had not made it official yet.

“Let’s do it again,” Ross grinned and started pulling himself up. Rolling your eyes at him, you shook your head but followed suit.

“I love this place,” Ross said as the two of you were sitting on the very top and watched the waves of the ocean roll onto the shore while the sun started setting.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, leaning against Ross’ side, his arm snaked around your waist.

“And, I mean, we did end up right here on our first date, so maybe this could be our very own special place? Where we can make many more special memories?”    

“Like what?” you asked quietly, turning your head to look at him.

“Like me asking you to be my girlfriend,” Ross answered with an indirect question and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love the sound of that,” you smiled and leaned more into his touch as he was caressing your cheek with his thumb. Ross smiled and gently pulled your face closer to kiss your lips.

Just like months before at the sleepover, you melted into the kiss and forgot about everything around you. Your whole body was filled with the same feeling from back then, only stronger, and you have never been so thankful for a dare.  

Ross imagine, you surprise him on tour; 

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You follow Stormie backstage to R5′s concert, your excitement bubbling within you. She helped you plan out a small trip for you to surprise Ross while they’re on tour. You smile widely as you stand at the side of the stage, your eyes gluing to your boyfriend instantly. He’s rocking out with his band, singing the words to Smile passionately. You hum along, watching fondly. After a few more songs, they all rush off the stage, sweaty and tired. Ross pants and grins at you, then does a double take. “Y/N?!” He exclaims, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening. You smile and nod eagerly. “Hi!” He attacks you in a massive bear hug and lets out a happy sigh. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “Your mom arranged the whole thing,” you reply. He pulls away from the hug and looks at Stormie, sending her a thankful smile. You turn Ross’s face towards you and kiss his lips sweetly. He holds you closer, his sweaty body pressing against yours. Riker tugs on Ross’s arm. “Bro, we need to do the encore,” he tells him. Ross sighs and steps away from you. “I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon,” he says, pecking your lips quickly. You smile. “It’s okay, good luck.” Ross nods and runs back onto the stage, earning screams from the audience for one last time. You cheer along with everyone when their last song finishes. Once again, they all run off stage, sweatier than before. “Hey Y/N,” Rydel says, giving you a big hug. You smile and greet everyone else, giving them each a small hug. Ross kisses your cheek. “I missed you,” he mumbles. “I missed you too. Although …” you push him away gently. “I did not miss your sweat.” You giggle. Ross rolls his eyes, but laughs with you. “Yeah, yeah. I smell bad. I’ll shower soon, then we can cuddle in the hotel.” He smiles. Rocky wiggles his eyebrows. “Mhm, cuddle,” he mutters with a smirk. Ellington snickers. Ross scoffs. “Shut up.” He shoots them a glare, causing a small giggle to leave your lips. He grins and kisses your ear, then whispers, “If we get our own room, we may do a bit more than cuddle. It’s been a very lonely month without you. And my hand definitely doesn’t compare to you.”