Band Oneshots x Reader

A Night Under The Stars (Bobby Dall)

~Happy Birthday Bobby Dall~

It was one of those perfect autumn evenings when the sky looked like it had been dipped in deep indigo paint, scattered with sparkling stars. I pulled my sweater tighter around me as I walked along the tree-lined path of the park, the leaves crunching beneath my boots. The crisp air was refreshing, a gentle reminder that summer had finally waved goodbye.

Tonight was special. Bobby Dall, the charismatic bassist of the band I'd adored since I was a teenager, had invited me out for a night of fun. I could hardly believe it; I had spent countless hours daydreaming about moments like this, but now, here I was, heart racing at the thought of seeing him.

As I approached our meeting spot, I spotted him leaning against a weathered oak tree, his signature leather jacket hugging his frame just right. His hair fell perfectly into place, the moonlight casting a silver glow on his tousled locks. When he caught sight of me, his face broke into that signature Bobby smile, the kind that made my heart flutter.

"Hey there, beautiful," he greeted, his voice smooth and warm.

"Hey, Bobby," I replied, trying to keep my cool but failing miserably as my cheeks flushed.

"Ready for some fun?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I nodded, and we began walking side by side, the sound of our laughter blending with the rustle of leaves in the wind. Bobby was charming and witty, sharing stories from his days on tour that had me in stitches. I felt so at ease, like we'd known each other forever, even though this was only our second official outing.

"Let's find a good spot to sit," he suggested, glancing around. I followed his gaze until he spotted a clearing beneath a canopy of stars. It was perfect.

We settled on a cozy patch of grass, and I couldn't help but admire how the night highlighted his features. He leaned back on his elbows, glancing at me, a playful grin on his face. "So, what's your favorite song of ours?"

I bit my lip, considering. "It's got to be 'Something to Believe In.' It always hits home for me."

"Good choice," he said, nodding appreciatively. "It's a song that means a lot to me too."

We talked for what felt like hours, our conversation flowing as easily as the gentle breeze around us. I loved how he listened intently, as if I was the only person in the world. Every shared laugh and secret smile deepened the connection between us.

After a while, Bobby leaned over, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Want to do something fun?"

"Sure! What do you have in mind?" I asked, intrigued.

"Let's lay back and find constellations!"

Before I knew it, I was lying beside him, our shoulders brushing against each other. I felt a delightful thrill race through me as he pointed out different constellations, his enthusiasm infectious.

"See that one?" he said, gesturing toward a cluster of stars. "That's Orion! He's one of the best hunters in mythology. Just like me," he added with a cheeky grin.

I laughed, playfully nudging him. "Oh really? I don't know about that!"

We continued to joke and laugh, and as the night wore on, I felt the warmth of his presence wrap around me. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of his profile; the way the stars danced in his eyes made my heart race.

"Hey," he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. "I'm really glad you're here tonight. You make everything more fun."

My heart skipped a beat. "I could say the same about you, Bobby."

He turned to me, and in that moment, the world around us faded away. The air was charged, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, he moved closer, our faces mere inches apart.

"Can I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Then it deepened into something soft and sweet, igniting every nerve ending in my body. I melted into the kiss, feeling as though I was floating among the stars above us.

When we finally pulled apart, I could hardly process what had just happened. Bobby looked just as surprised as I felt, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Wow," he said, his cheeks slightly flushed. "I didn't expect that."

"Me neither," I breathed, still dazed.

He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the quiet night. "So... what now?"

"Maybe we just enjoy the moment?" I suggested, smiling shyly.

He nodded, lying back down, and I followed suit, our hands finding each other's. We fell into a comfortable silence, our fingers intertwined as we gazed up at the infinite expanse of stars.

"I think I could get used to this," he said softly, squeezing my hand.

"Me too," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

As the night unfolded, we talked about everything and nothing, the world around us fading into a gentle background hum. Underneath the stars, I felt a connection to him that was more profound than I had ever imagined.

And as we lay there, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something beautiful.