With The Band (Seth Donchess x reader)

With The Band

A perfectly curated playlist of The Neighborhood and The 1975 poured out of the speakers of his car. He was holding the steering wheel with one hand, a gentle grip on your thigh with the other. He drove through the streets of the city, occasionally singing along to the music, tapping his fingers on the wheel to the rhythms of the drums. He caught you staring a few times over the drive, smiling back at you with the sweetest eyes.

"What are you looking at, baby?" he asked.

"You. You look pretty" you teased, and he laughed. But it was true. His eyes seemed to sparkle more than usual, his long hair framed his face perfectly. To you, he was utter perfection.

"You're the pretty one, darling," he said. You could feel your face getting hot, the simplest of his words made you blush. You looked down at your hands and fought back a smile as he gave your thigh a playful squeeze. "Prettiest girl in the world".

You were soon arriving at the venue, it was a fairly well known concert spot that was sure to gather a crowd for Seth's band. He drove around the back of the building to find parking, you were able to find a spot quick with it still pretty early in the night. He waited for the current song to finish before turning the car off and opening the door. He grabbed his backpack from the floor of the backseat and stepped out of the car, walking over to the passenger door to open it for you.

"Thank you, Sir" you said, standing up on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"My pleasure, darling" he said through a smile. He tossed his backpack around one shoulder and took your hand, leading you in through the side door of the building. Your fingers interlocked so perfectly, like they were specifically designed for each other. His thumb ran across the back of your hand as you walked, yet another example of his little mannerisms that made you smile to yourself.

"Will they like me?" you asked, only half jokingly. You were usually a bit nervous in front of new people. Not quite social anxiety, you just preferred to keep to yourself more than he did.

"They're going to love you, darling," he said, something about the tone of his voice was immediately reassuring to you. "I wouldn't be surprised if they like you more than they like me!"

He opened the door for you, trailing along behind. The heavy door closed loudly, alerting his bandmates that the two of you had arrived, and they greeted you both. He properly introduced you to everybody for the first time, easing your anxiety of the new situation.

"Let's get a drink?" he asked, and you nodded. You walked over to the bar, his hand still intertwined with yours.

"What's your poison?" the bartender asked the both of you.

"Old fashioned for me, and..." he gestured to you.

"Vodka cran, please" you smiled. The bartender nodded and went to mix your drinks.

"Did you wanna start a tab, or..." the bartender called to the two of you.

"We're with the band, actually," Seth responded.

"What does that mean?" you whispered.

"The venue covers it's performers tabs"

"I'm not a performer, though"

"Shh, you're with the band" he laughed.

The bartender returned with your drinks, Seth thanked him and handed him a few dollars as a tip. You both picked up your glasses from the bar and walked back over to the group with his arm now over your shoulder, holding you even closer.

You engaged in nice conversation and lots of laughs with the band, it helped that Seth was by your side. He had a way of making you feel comfortable. No matter where you were, as long as you were with him, you were safe. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when you spoke, maybe it was how easily he made you laugh, maybe it was the feel of his strong arm around you, reminding you that you are his. You leaned your head against his shoulder and breathed deeply, breathing in the scent of him. Mont Blanc Legend, a blend of sandalwood and lavender and citrus that you swear could get you high.