Band Oneshots!

Crush: Performance Chemistry

Stood on stage, the lights flashing, the bass pulsing through you and the roar of the crowd assaulting your ears, it was easy to get lost in the moment. It always has been. You'd get so lost in the music that you didn't know what was happening. Nothing was real. Nothing but you, the music, and of course, C/N.
That gorgeous bass player for your three piece grunge band. You guys were like a new-age Nirvana. You played guitar and also served as lead vocals. B/F/N was on drums and C/N played bass and was backup vocals.
Over the few years that you had all been performing together, you obviously got close to both boys in your band. It just so happened that B/F/N became your boyfriend before your feelings for C/N had surfaced. Now though, you couldn't just leave B/F/N and move on to C/N. Not only were they best friends, but as the only girl in the trio, you could tell that your fans would see you as the band slut. You'd just be some other female band member that hopped from guy to guy. The problem was; only two guys to hop between. If you had formed a normal, five piece band, maybe it wouldn't have seemed so awful. Now, you were stuck with the wrong guy.
You knew C/N had to feel something for you too. Every gig you guys had, the chemistry between the two of you was like fireworks, while B/F/N just sat in the shadows, pumping out the heartbeat to the songs that you and C/N had slaved over writing and agonised over perfecting.
That chemistry tonight, however, was a little too much for even you to handle. Of course you loved it. You loved all of this attention from the only boy who's opinion bared any weight. The only boy you sought out to impress. The only boy you wanted to love you had now shown it. In front of the fans, paparazzi and most importantly, your boyfriend.
It was the grand finale. Your encore. The crowd screaming out for 'ONE MORE SONG!', chanting it like some mantra. They were crying out like your band was their religion and you were their god.
You were right in the middle of your most popular song, smashing out the chords and belting out those powerful lyrics like they were what held you to this world. The crowd were singing back every world that was scratched into their eyelids and branded on their brains. It was all they knew in that moment.
All you knew was C/N.
C/N. The one that held the music together. Without him, the band would have fallen apart. He was the glue for you creative work: music.
And he was the glue for the broken plate you never replaced: your heart.
B/F/N could never do that. He only cared about sex and release and 'the music, man!' He never cared about you.
C/N. He did.
While your attachment was in the background, you and C/N had some time to look at each other. That glint in his E/C orbs made your knees weak and your heart pound in your ears, louder than the beat of that drum. He shot a wink your way and then cast his eye back to his instrument, his H/C hair flopping down over his face. He looked so perfect in that moment.
As the music went down for the quiet bridge of your song that you had nearly forgotten you were playing, you walked over to the man you loved. Not your boyfriend, but the sombre bassist just metres away. Every little step you took brought you closer to the one person you wanted, to the future you pined for.
He glanced up to you, as if he sensed you coming and smirked. He started to walk too, meeting you half way. There was no bass for this bit, so his hands were free. Free enough to stroke the sweaty, stray strands of hair hanging by and clinging to your face. Free enough to caress your cheek with surprisingly soft, though still calloused, hands. And you needed no backing vocals. In fact, at this point, it was your guitar solo and you didn't need to sing. So both of your lips were free enough to kiss. Thats what he did. In front on your boyfriend and your loyal fans, he kissed you gently. What did you do, Y/N? You kissed back. You kissed him back as gently, softly and carefully as he had you, wishing you could lace your fingers in his shiny hair. Instead, you just kissed him and focused on not fucking up this set. The drumming faltered for a moment but continued. The fumble, however, was enough to pull you back to a reality where C/N was not yours. A world where he couldn't kiss you.
You shook off the shocking incident and finished the set, ignoring the screams from excited fans, bidding them a good night and shuffling backstage.
On your little walk, C/N caught up with you and grabbed your hand.
"Y/N! Great set!" He beamed. You stared up at him in disbelief.
"'Great set?!'" You yelled, mimicking him.
"Yeah! Great set?" A voice behind your growled.
"Oh- uh... B/F/N! Hey, babe!" You stammered, desperately. You went in for a kiss, only to be pushed and then pulled away.
"Don't even try it!" He screamed.
The long arms that had pulled you away as B/F/N pushed you were suddenly wrapped around you, the calloused fingers belonging to the owner of those arms wiping tears away that you didn't even know had fallen. You cried into C/Ns chest, not knowing what to think.
Was your boyfriend of five years about to leave you. Was the drummer of your band about to quit? So many questions answered in just two sentences.
"You know what? Keep her and have the band, but have fun looking for a better drummer!"
Before you could tell him no, B/F/N was gone. You struggled from C/Ns grip and stared at him.
"Why?! Why did you do that?! You've ruined my life!! My band is gonna fall apart, my boyfriend has left me, and now I have no place to live!" You yelled at the expressionless musician stood before you.
"N/N, sweetie, calm down..." he sighed, standing stock still and staring at you, trying to gage your next move.
"Don't! Don't you dare call me that right now!"
"Baby come on! Just hear me out..."
You flinched at the word 'baby', but stayed silent. He continued.
"'You can have her'? I want you! If you just let me look after you, let me be yours, you can stay with me. I know other drummers way better than him too. It can all be sorted, if you just let me love you!"
You gawked at him in awe. He really did feel the same. That kiss wasn't just some dumb stunt. It was real. You couldn't help but let a grin spread across your face.
"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" You laughed. He just fixed his gaze to yours, mouth open and head tilted.
"You never said anything before me and asshat over there got serious! I have wanted you for so long, but you waited to pull a stunt like that, instead of taking a chance with minimal damage? So stupid... I guess that's why I love you..."
You smirked and kissed him, finally able to run your hands through his beautiful hair.
"I love you too, N/N."

Second story! 4 more to go I think? Hope you guys enjoy them! Love you all and stay happy! 🦄🦄
-Kat💝