I'm not okay if you understand what I mean
This incredible smile melt my heart

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I'm not okay if you understand what I mean
This incredible smile melt my heart
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Ross's possessed and I'm obsessed
I LIKE THE RED HOPE YOU DONT MIND
IT IS SO GOOD ON YOU
the fact that OMG Please Don't Come Around was written about Rylands toxic relationship makes me feel sad. he deserves all the best things in this life
Sooo
We'll get new music soon. Are you excited?
What you think we'll get?
Well done, honey. You made me cry
Dating Ross Lynch Would Include...
Request from Anon: Hiiii ♡ Can I ask some headcanons for Ross Lynch as a boyfriend? ♡♡♡
Well, it’s been a while! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
If Ross Lynch is anything, it’s a hopeless romantic. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, he’ll always make sure that you’re comfortable, that you’re happy, reminding you over and over again that he loves you.
You’ve lost count of the bouquets of flowers that arrive at your house when he arrives to pick you up for your dates. This time it’s classical red roses which you put in water before he holds out his arm. You link your own arm through it, giggling as he speaks. “My lady, shall we?”
“Of course, good sir.”
He takes you to a restaurant that basically sums him up. For all his posh bravado, it’s humbling to see the band on stage, singing yours and Ross’s kind of music, making him smile as he intertwines his fingers with yours.
He leads you to a table, but it’s not food on your mind when it arrives.
It’s being here with him, chatting to him about everything and nothing. He laughs and smiles with you, always appearing interested in everything you say. He loves you, he always will, and he can’t possibly imagine his life without you.
When the band start playing your favourite song, Ross is on his feet, gesturing for you to join him. You laugh as he wraps his arm around your waist, leaving it to rest on the small of your back, leading you in a dance.
He sings along, and it’s that voice that reminds of you of the more intimate moments. You love to hear him sing, whether it’s absentmindedly at home, your legs on his lap, his fingers tangled in your hair, or on stage, knowing that he’s dedicating every performance to you.
He’s a natural born star, and he’s all yours.
As Ross dances with you, he looks into your eyes as if he’s searching for your soul. He smiles at you as you sway together, neither of you having spectacular dancing abilities. Ross has often joked that if you two ever got married you would have to have classes, which sounds ideal as long as you get to spend more time with him.
Ross dips his head slightly, capturing your lips in his. You forget the world for a moment, the music fading into the background as you’re transported into the life that you’ve only dreamt of. A life where you have an amazing boyfriend, a man that loves you more than anything, that wants to hold onto you.
Ross Lynch wants to hold onto you.
He doesn’t let go when you get home, doesn’t let go when you climb into bed, his head in the crook of your neck as you lie together. His fingers remain tangled with yours, his breath on your neck as he kisses your cheek.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too.”
You know that when you wake up in the morning, he’ll be gone. But only downstairs, only making you breakfast as he insists on every morning after date night. Forever that hopeless romantic.
But forever yours.
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