Funny Hardbass Man (Ruv x Reader Oneshots) // FNF //

☁️ || 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 || ☁️ ||Ruvx!RockStarReader||

((WOOOOO A BREAK FROM SMUT!!! Lol, jk, I love all requests from you beautiful babs. ^^))

((Cool song up there I recommend! It's popularized by the animation meme, but I just like it.))

!NOTE!
Sorry for some of you, and requester, I made this one male. I feel like our male simps out there need some love too. I see y'all!

"ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!?"

You smiled out at the audience, who happily cheered for you. Every show... the countless amounts you've done, and it was still exhilarating to hear them call for you. Each second, each individual scream,  it made you euphoric. You picked up your electric guitar adorned with stars, and strummed a loud chord to one of your opening songs. Another frenzied chorus of voices washed over you, and you grabbed the amp's volume knob and cranked it high. And you began absolutely shredding it. Your fingers practiced this song thousands of times, and they knew exactly where to go. The stage was an open floor for you to dance on as you did so. Nothing too fancy... but you liked expressing yourself. It's what made so many people appreciate you, anyway. One step to the left, one to the right. Sway to the beat the drummer behind you provided. This is why you became a music artist... because you felt powerful. You got this.
But almost soon as it started, you realized the last chord was approaching. Sadly, the last note rung out. But you were fine. More songs were planned, anyway.

"Y/N for life!" A fan screeched, smiling and making a peace sign.
"God, he's my idol!" Another yelled over the crowd.

Tonight... something about the crowd's energy. It made you a little daring... You smirked and pointed out to the crowd, silently appreciating it's sudden hush with the buzz of excitement of anticipation. The cord beneath your foot was kicked away as you leaned into the mic.

"How about this, my beloveds, we have a challenge! Any random crowd member... against me." 

An eardrum-bursting shrill noise filled the air in acceptance of the idea. Among the crowd, you tried to find any contender that you seemed suitable... eventually landing on a blonde in the front of the wave of people. She practically jumped with joy like a rocket, and headed up the usually gated stairs of the stage. Leaning down, you shook her hand and handed her one of the microphones. Standing on the left of the stage, she appropriately went to the right. You saw her lift and put down her foot, anxious for the music's start.
"Actually, you choose the beat."
Her eyes practically lit with stars. A squeal escaped her throat and into the audience, thanks to the volume of the amp from your performance. Her hands fumbled on the device that chose what played, eventually tapping one of the. A slow, steady beat picked up, and you smiled at her, making her jittery again.

"Three... two... one... go." You whispered to yourself.

As custom, challenger goes first. You let out a few verses on pretty basic stuff. Didn't wanna be mean to a fan, the poor girl. She was nervously shaking with the microphone, and goofily smiling. When your turn finished, she started stuttering and picking out words to slightly counter you, but often slipped in a verse or two about how she was your biggest fan. The crowd cheered, and you slightly patted them on the back in your mind. A supportive audience was the best thing you could ask for. When on your next turn you just went along with a verse of one of your unreleased songs, admiring your voice in your head. Despite being a guy, you had some high range, able to make any treble stand out. You weren't ashamed to admit you were prideful, however, constantly keeping it to an acceptable level. The roads you walked to get here taught you to have some self pride within yourself. Nobody likes a pitied loner. The fan's next turn was less shaky, but still often filled with excited shrills and pitches of joy. She was having fun, and you had to admit- you were too. The song ended, and you gently grabbed her arm and held it in the air. The audience hollered and hooted at the sweet girl who tried her best. She grinned wide, and shook your hand again before running down the stage to her friends, who welcomed her with a hug. You stood back up from your crouch, and looked around. Near the middle, a very pretty girl stared up at you. Bingo.