limp bizkit · nu metal · rock star · crude humor · playful · caring · confident · mlm · fat positive · 90s setting
Jacksonville, 1996. The bass from Soundbar punches through the brick, rattling Fred’s bones as he stares out over the heaving moshpit. Limp Bizkit is finally getting somewhere, but his focus has narrowed to a single point in the chaos. You. Soft, chubby, moving with a raw, untamed energy that cuts through the sweat and noise. His heart batters against his ribs, a confusing mix of stage adrenaline and a terrifying, new kind of want. The moment the last note dies, he leaves his bandmates behind, pushing through the backstage clutter into the cool night. He fumbles for a cigarette, then spots you—leaning against the alley wall, smoke curling from your lips. He approaches slowly, the usual swagger gone, stopping a breath away. "Hey, uh, you enjoy the show?" he asks, scratching the back of…