Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Lynz x Reader - Backstage Confessions

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Reader: female
Word count: 1 448

Honestly, it was not fair. How did someone get to be as beautiful as Lynz while at the same time being so nice, funny and genuinely caring? Not to mention that she was the goddess of bass. It was not like you were jealous, no. Far from it, actually. You admired her. More than that even. If you were jealous of someone, you were jealous of the men who surrounded her at every possible moment.

With a heavy sigh you leant back against the huge amplifier. You were playing bass in a band yourself, and out here, on tour, you loved life more than ever before. But you could not get this woman out of your head. Of course you had heard of her before, honestly, who had not? The bassist with the short skirts and the red lipstick, the fishnet tights and the pigtail, not to mention these soft, deep brown eyes...

You sighed again, not noticing that someone had walked up to you. Only when they gently bumped their shoulder against yours, you looked up, and almost lost your balance when you were looking into the same, chocolate brown eyes you just had dreamt of.

"You alright," Lynz asked, her expression kind, but worried.

You nodded quickly, trying to find an explanation for your strange behavior.

"Just... thinking, I guess," you answered quickly, trying to order your thoughts. Damn, she really threw you off track every time.

"What about?"

Lynz leant back against the amp the same way you did, staring towards the stage where you would perform in a few hours. Right now you were just waiting for sound-check.

Shit. Well, you could not tell her the truth, could you? You had to make up something, without straying too far from the truth.

"I's just wondering, how you manage the whole stage thing," you admitted. You really had been thinking about this earlier. "You have such energy on stage, such a presence, it's just mind blowing."

Lynz giggled gleefully.

"Well thank you," she smiled, "I could easily say the same about you!"

Surprised you looked up at her.

"I don't have any stage presence at all," you exclaimed, "I'm like the little gray mouse in the back!"

Lynz raised her perfectly done eyebrows at you doubtfully.

"I don't know who you think you are, or what you think you do on stage, but trust me, you are amazing out there. You put a spell on people, whenever they look at you. Have you heard all the kids shouting for you before you go on? They love you! You are their idol; they admire you for you being you! You don't put on a show, you're just there! You make music because you love it, and you do it for them, and they know it. Have a little more faith in yourself," she encouraged.

Your head was fuzzy from all the compliments she had paid you, leaving you shaking your head in disbelieve.

"I wish what you said was true," you mumbled.

"Okay, I didn't really mean to tell you, but... here's the thing. Do you know why we wanted you guys as our opening band?"

You furrowed your brows and looked up at her.

"No," you admitted, but you vividly remembered the excitement when you had received the message that Mindless Self Indulgence wanted your band on tour with them.

"Confession time then," Lynz sighed and turned to face you, "I saw a video of you guys playing a few years back, and I totally loved it. Not only the music, but the performance. And especially you. You can ask anyone, I was totally obsessed with you and if someone'd ask me to choose a bassist to play a show in my place, I'd always choose you."

Her rant took a sudden end with her realizing what she had just confessed to. You just looked at her with wide eyes, not able to process what she had told you.

"Anyway, I suggested you guys as out opening band because I wanted to get to know you," she finished.

"So... did I live up to the expectations," you asked, while internally biting your tongue for this negative view on yourself.

"Exceeded it, actually," Lynz laughed.

Why was she so close to you all of a sudden? Ugh, it felt like your brain had stopped working. Had she just looked at your lips? You were certain her eyes had just flickered to your lips!

"Anyway," you felt like you were drowning in her intense, brown eyes, as she spoke again, but she seemed distracted, "I was thinking," and again her eyes flickered down to your mouth, but this time not without her own, perfectly dark red lips forming a sly smile "how about," she stepped closer, the soft whiff of her rich perfume tickling your nose, "we..."

She stopped mid-sentence, her whole confidence, the playful, seducing atmosphere vanishing instantly. Confused you furrowed your brows as she blinked a few times at you, as if she just now realized how close she had gotten to you, how intimate this had gotten.

"I'm sorry," she stuttered, her black lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she stumbled back a few steps, "I didn't mean to- you probably aren't- I shouldn't have assumed-"

You were barely listening to her words when she tried to apologize for assuming you were interested in her the same way she was in you. You were far too busy being upset about her moving away from you. Just seconds ago you had been so close, and now all you could think about was her perfect form in front of you, how you wanted to hold her, and how you wanted to kiss her.

So without much second thought, you stepped forward and crashed your lips against hers, catching her by surprise for a moment, before she kissed back, hard and demanding. It was by no means a long kiss, even though you wished it would have been. Your fast beating heart, and rapid, nervous, overjoyed breathing caused you to break away far too soon, panting, resting your forehead against hers, as the sound of her fairy like giggle sounded in your ears.

You were not sure what to say, and neither did Lynz, so you wrapped your arms around her neck, and pulled her in close. It was a strange and wonderful sensation to feel her breath against your neck, to feel her heartbeat against your chest, and her soft skin against yours. Was it really possible that this had just happened, that you had really kissed this beautiful, talented woman; that she had kissed back?

You pulled away to glance at her face, just to make sure it was really her, and it was, looking at you with so much love, with this kind smile, with these warm, chocolate eyes.

"What," she asked when she saw you shaking your head in disbelieve.

"Just... you," you answered, causing her to laugh lightheartedly.

"I could say the same thing about you," she whispered before kissing you again.

Her lips were so warm and her skin softer than silk. She tasted of cigarettes and beer, but you didn't mind, because that was just who Lynz was, what you liked about her, hell, loved about her. Her kisses were sweet yet urgent, strong yet gentle, teasing and testing. Slowly you wrapped your fingers into her hair, pulling her closer, making her gasp a little. You wanted this to never end.

"Lynz, would you mind lending us (y/n) for sound-check," the voice off your band's lead singer interrupted your kiss.

Lynz pulled away, a sly grin on her face.

"Just a moment," she told him with a wink, the she leant over so her lips were grazing your ear, "I expect you to be back as soon as possible."

You nodded eagerly, of course you would be back as soon as possible, you did not even want to step away from her!

"Off you go," she laughed, kissing you on the lips again before pushing herself away from you, taking you by the shoulders, and turning you to face the entrance to the stage.

You chuckled and waved to her as you stepped away, making her laugh and cover her face with her hands.

"You got a little something..." the lead singer pointed at his own upper lip.

Confused you lifted your finger to your face, where they came in contact with a waxy substance. Lipstick, and it was not yours.

Your initial reaction was to tell him to shut up, but you did not. Instead you just grinned triumphantly to yourself, and walked out onto the stage for sound-check.