Ambivalent [JackalxReaders]

After Hours [Rockstar!JackalxFem!Reader]

Music is without a doubt a crucial piece of modern society, and perhaps one of the greatest weapons our race possesses. It has the extraordinary ability to evoke the strongest of emotions within us, to inspire us to become better people. It conveys stories that can bring forth tears, or the biggest of smiles and even laughter. It is something so deeply engrained into our beings that it is seen as a necessity to many people. Nowadays, music's everywhere; whether it's musicians or bands involved in scandalous circumstances, interviews on popular talk shows, live streams of concerts, advertising and publicity stunts. So, it makes sense that when a band rises to a tremendous amount of fame in such a small frame of time, the media focuses on said band.

Within the last year, one particular band has been all over the news: Tartarus. They have been everywhere, appearing on daytime television consistently, practically taking over Tumblr and becoming the object of nearly every woman from 10 to 40's desires. Their lead singer, a beautiful specimen of a man with the mysterious stage name Jackal, has become particularly popular. Due to their popularity, tickets sellout in mere seconds; they are, after all, one of the biggest bands of all time. So, you could say you were fairly surprised -- scratch that, you were in absolute awe -- when you managed to get a ticket to their next show, just a few towns over.

On the day of the concert, you arrived at the venue five hours prior to the show. It left your feet and legs aching before the event started, but it was worth it to be at the front of the line and secure a good position at the front of the stage. As more and more fans piled into the poorly lit room, and the space became more crowded, you could feel the excitement in the air. By the time everyone had found a space, you had gained multiple bruises from being pushed up agains the steel barrier, and from stray elbows and shoulders as other tried to push towards the front in order to be closer to the band.

You stood for a few minutes in silence, the people round you mulling about like cattle as they awaited for the show to begin. The excited murmurs of the concert-goers blended together into a low buzz that filled your ears. You couldn't help but smile; this was, after all, your favourite band, and you were anxious to see them in front of you.

Multiple screams echoed throughout the room as you were suddenly plunged into complete darkness. Squeaks and squeals followed as you anxiously waited for something to happen. Your face stretched into a large smile when eery music started leaving the speakers, bouncing up and down on your feet giddily. A few seconds, what seemed like minutes, later, red lights were switched on, illuminating five figures standing on the stage. Fake fog was pumped across the dark floor and tinted by the crimson down lights, creating a sense of mystery and danger. Screams of joy erupted from the crowd, hurting your ears. Slowly, the figure standing before you raised a single finger to his lips, and the whole room fell into silence instantly.

"Now, I don't know how you gals usually do it here in [Town of your choice], but where I come from, we don't play until we've got at least 20 bras on stage." This caused you to chuckle, and without any hesitation you undid your own before chucking it towards the stage to join the dozens that had already been sacrificed. The lead figure, Jackal, sniggered and picked up an indistinguishable piece of underwear.

"Well then, let's go." You screamed as loud as your throat would allow, pushing past the pain that immediately rose in the area. The lights became brighter and now allowed the crowd to see the band clearly, causing lot's of phrases to be yelled towards the members. Your eyes skimmed across the stage before resting on Jackal, who grabbed a pick between his fingers before strumming his signature black guitar a few times, testing the strings and confirming they were tuned correctly before leaning towards the microphone.

"This first song is for all you sexy ladies out there," he spoke in a husky voice, winking at the audience. You hate to admit it, but you swooned as his bright eyes swooped over you. A familiar riff reached your ears before he began singing, "Sexy girl I just fell in love, you should try it, it's a hell of a drug..."

As the crowd began moving up and down to the music, you followed, jumping on the balls of your feet, arms stretched high into the air. Throwing your head back and forth, sweat quickly starts leaking out of your pores, and you're soaked by the time the song's only halfway over. As the crowd has gotten rowdier, you had slowly been sucked away from the barrier, and had to work your way back forwards as you jumped around. Stray limbs flew through the air at a regular basis, some coming from above as enthusiastic people surfed the crowd, and you were pretty sure you had a split lip. You had no doubt, though, that you'd be peppered with bruises tomorrow, and probably unable to move.

You leant against the barrier for a break, sweat streaming down your skin. You could only imagine what you looked like, considering your hair was soaked and your makeup most likely smudged all over your face. The first song was almost over now, and the large speakers were pounding so loud you could feel the vibrations coursing through your body. You looked up, eyes widening when you met the gaze of the lead singer. His shoulder-length hair was tied back in a short pony tail, with a few loose strands whipped across his face from his wild movements. Smirking, he wiggled his eyebrows - to which you winked back - and continued singing the last bridge.

Thirty seconds later, the song ended and the next catchy set of notes began blasting through the speakers. After nine wonderful, mind-blowing songs, the concert was finally over. The people towards the back of the hall filed out first, quickly trickling out of the small set of double doors that were the exit. You stayed behind, watching as the band packed up.

A few younger women wolf whistled and called out sexual remarks as Jackal -- he'd lot his shirt halfway through the third song- - bent over to pick up and amp that seemed too heavy for the tech guys. When he returned a few seconds later he winked and blew a kiss towards the girls who had done so before turning towards you. Attempting to cover up your surprise as he strode towards you, you folded your arms and rested them on the barrier between the pit and the stage.

He crouched down on the stage, which made you question how he managed it in skin tight jeans. He still towered above you, and you had to remind yourself that staring at his sweaty chest, which was nicely toned, was not cool. "So, did you enjoy the show tonight?" He drawled, his eyes sweeping lazily over your body. "Very much so, it was very entertaining," you replied, staring unabashedly at his extremely attractive facial features. Smirking, he rested his elbows upon his denim-covered knees and stared at you for a few moments longer before rising until he was standing.

"Say.."

"[your name]."

"[your name],' he repeated, testing the word on his tongue.

"How would you like to come and have some...fun," he winked at the word, "backstage." It came as a shock, and you were about to decline, but you stopped yourself. When would a chance like this ever come around again? you reasoned. You smile and shake your head in disbelief before meeting his eyes and letting a smirk spread across your won face, "that would be positively delightful."