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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 3 months ago

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Hii i was so in love with ur ville fic 🖤 I was wondering if you wanted to write something like ville x musician!fem! reader? Like they’re playing in a festival together and she can’t place why ville is nice to everybody but her but he’s just having a hard time expressing that he likes herrr? Tysm 🖤

You’re So Cold

Once Y/N discovers the reasons behind Ville’s cold, disattached behavior, she finds herself fascinated with this twisted game the two of them play.

Ville Valo X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, angst)

1.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, smoking, alcohol

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’m really surprised how well my Ville fics are doing because I didn’t expect him to have the sort of reach my other fics might! I actually received annother request while writing this that I used to create this fic so I included the one I didn’t reply to directly but still used below! Nonetheless, I adore writing for him and would love to write more for him in the future! Anyways, thank you for the request and please keep sending more in!

Nürburg, 2001- brushing shoulders with the likes of Godsmack, Papa Roach, and Linkin Park was you, and you’d never felt more out of place. See, the issue arose with the fact that while your music was popular, it wasn’t that kind of popular, and especially not outside of Europe. Surrounded by so many musicians that you yourself loved and respected, you started to feel a little out of place after you nearly stumbled into someone backstage that you were pretty sure was Alanis Morissette. It also didn’t help that, due to traffic that morning, you were cutting it pretty close for such a large event so you had to hurry onstage just before call time. Still, you held yourself together; anyone in your position would be over the moon to be performing at the Rock Am Ring, so you took a deep breath and stepped out onto that stage, looking out at the imposing sea of people in front of you- tens of thousands of them. But it was as if all of that anxiety melted away with that first surge of adrenaline. In that moment, you were feeling pretty damn invincible.

That performance is what drew Ville to you. The passion you had for your music was palpable- he could feel it, all the way from where the rest of the bands were chilling out backstage. They were drinking and laughing, blatantly ignoring the enchanting performance that the woman on stage was putting on. What idiots. Taking a sip of his beer, Ville cocked his head a little to get a better look at you, “Who’s that?” Sitting across from him, on a riser cluttered with gear with his own drink in hand, one of the other performing artists- Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit fame- glanced over to the stage and spoke up, “You mean that chick?” With a raise of an eyebrow, he gestured towards you with a tilt of the bottle he was holding. “Oh, that’s Y/N. I ran into her earlier- seems pretty cool.” His words went in one of Ville’s ears and out the other, too enraptured with you to really pay attention, “Yeah, cool…”

Now, this isn’t something you’d easily admit, but you were a fan of Ville; I mean, if you were living in Europe in the 2000s, it was kind of hard not to be a fan of HIM. Point is, once you got offstage and was greeted by the obligatory high fives and the ‘nice job up there’s that follow a show put on well, you were pretty excited to meet him. Sitting down next to Ville, you chuckled a little to yourself as Chester Bennington- yes, that Chester Bennington handed you a beer. Being among all these real deal artists made you feel that you really made it. Using one of your rings to pop the cap off your beer, you tried not to sound like a total fangirl when you made small talk with Ville, “So, how’d your set go?” But instead of saying it went well and asking you how things went for you, he didn’t even dignify you with a response. Thinking he didn’t hear you, you decided to introduce yourself, “Hey, I’m Y/N! It's really awesome t’meet you, man.”

There was a cold, unamused look on Ville’s face as he murmured a response, “I’m aware.” However, underneath that particularly unapproachable mask he was putting on, far from anything he let bubble to the surface, there were fireworks going off in his head. God, this woman seems so relaxed, so genuine around him- usually, women become overexcited chihuahuas in his presence. And she smelled really nice too, which he had to wonder about if that was a weird thing to think about someone you only just talked to for the first time. Point is, even though he saw himself as concealing his emotions very well here, everyone who he was being all cordial with right before you showed up could see through that charade.

During the festival, you and the rest of the performers were staying in the same hotel for security reasons, and by that I mean the entire place was rented out for the weekend you were staying at- not just a couple floors, the entire hotel. Sure, the place was small but shit, presidents don’t even get this kind of treatment, so you didn’t complain. Despite the disappointing lack of typical rockstar behavior during your stay (you only saw one TV get thrown through a window the whole time), you were having a spectacular time listening to wild tour stories and sharing ideas with like minded artists. Well, except with Ville. Whenever you were hanging out in a group with him, he’d be all cool and relaxed, discussing poetry or niche literature or whatever intelligent assholes like him care about, but as soon as you tried to chime in with your input, he’d get quiet and act as if you weren't even there. Being written off so fast by a guy you respected felt like a blow to the gut, even if you pretended to shrug it off as behavior typical of a man who has women fainting when he passes by on the street.

Since attending wild ragers wasn't exactly Ville’s scene, he usually spent his evenings holed up at the hotel bar, and it was there that one of his band mates, Linde, decided to address the brooding little prince of darkness in the room, “Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” It was painfully obvious to everyone around Ville- everyone except you, and that’s where the problem lay. Despite the image of the confident, sensitive romantic that he projected to the world, he was never too good at expressing emotions because he never really had to be. But you were different. There was this air that followed you wherever you went- this mystique that had him by the neck. So, instead of running the risk of fucking things up, he kept his distance. “If only it were that simple.” Esoteric as always, Ville lit up a cigarette and thought about how lucky he is that you weren't there to hear what he was confessing.

But the funny thing is that you were. In fact, you were sitting at a table not twenty feet away from where this conversation was happening. You would’ve thought he’d realize you were there given the fact that the bar really wasn’t all that busy that night. Still, completely oblivious, Ville went on about how he was so utterly transfixed by your mere presence and that he felt like an utter fool for being unable to muster up the courage to even talk to you as if he were some clumsy teenager. Raking a hand through his hair with a sigh, his throat was tense with traces of silent worry, “I’m going to make an idiot of myself…” The irony of this whole situation captivated you: here you were, needing to force every interaction like pulling teeth under the assumption he couldn’t stand you, while in reality Ville had been quietly agonizing over you the entire time.

It was a happy, stupidly coincidental confluence of events, like a plot point in a cheesy rom-com. A smile gnawed at the corners of your lips and you decided to take things into your own hands, seeing as he couldn’t. Oh so quietly creeping over to where Ville sat at the bar the way a lynx would stalk a canary, you slipped onto the stool next to him, making your presence known. “How about you buy me a drink?” No matter how cool he tried to play, you could tell he nearly jumped out of his skin at the purr of your voice from the way Ville’s eyes flashed wide for a moment before he turned to you. The amused glint in your gaze, that confident smirk on your lips- you were making his willpower melt away like wet merengue. Ville cleared his throat, keeping his cool as well as he could, “Oh, sure. What’s your poison?”

And sure, you made some small talk with him, but that was more so an excuse for you to watch him squirm in so many subtle ways. Notice the gentle flush creeping up his neck when you mentioned that you were a fan of his, the way he subtly fiddled with the label of his beer as the sound of his suave demeanor cracking sounded like music to your ears. But when the bartender came back with your drink, you quietly palmed the short glass with ice and slipped away, leaving the man with the unshakable resolve at the bar to contemplate what the hell just happened. Surprised at your boldness, Linde summed up what Ville was thinking with one word. “Wow…”

It was only when you left to retire to your room that night that you ran into him again. Mentally occupying yourself with wondering what tomorrow may bring, what with the forced proximity between you both, you didn’t notice Ville’s presence until you saw a thin, ring-clad hand dart out to stop the closing elevator doors. “You know,” nimbly slipping into the cab, he drawled in that beautiful Finnish accent, “usually when someone buys you a drink, it’s customary to stick around a little while.” Looking Ville up and down from, leaning against the opposite wall with arms folded, a smirk crossed your face as you hit the button for your floor. The elevator buzzed to life as you conceded your teasing, “Alright, I get it. How about I buy you a drink?” Taking a few steps forward, you closed the little distance between the two of you, standing nearly chest to chest with him, “Perhaps…a nightcap in my room?” You were so close that you could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, meeting your gaze with a slight smile, “Ah…Well, it’s not like I could say no to that.”

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korn-dogz · 2 years ago

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If I may request a enemies to lovers fred x gender neutral reader (fluff cuz my ace ass can't handle smut)

Of course!!! Enemies to lovers sounds good when it’s with Fred

Summary: you’ve always hated Fred but something he did to help you changed your opinion on him forever

WARNINGS: alcohol, random dude trying to hit on you, protective Fred

You’ve always hated Fred, his cocky demeanour, his confidence. You never knew why you agreed to be a limp bizkit roadie, I guess cause it payed good enough to pay the rent. You didn’t mind the rest of the band, you mostly got along with Sam, you have smoke sessions with the guy and he’s pretty chill. Fred and you never got along though, he always tried to bother you but you ignored him, honestly you wanted nothing to do with him, everyday he would annoy you, pulling “pranks” on you, the time they did a colab with Korn, fred got Korns assistant manager which they called “carebear” to pour silly string on you, they (along with the guys in Korn) laughed their asses off the entire night. I guess it was one sided hate, he liked teasing you and you hated him for it. You tried to keep a good relationship with everyone who works for the band, but keeping a good relationship with Fred was hard

After their biggest tour that they’ve had, Fred wanted everyone to go out and celebrate, you were more then over with their shenanigans but your friends convinced you to go to the celebration “party” the party was actually just going to a bar. You were the one that had to drive the bus because the bus driver was drunk, you had no idea how to drive a bus but… it couldn’t be that different then a car right? Wrong. You were surprised no one died on the way to the bar, you’ve only driven a car, but a bus was way more difficult. You finally arrived at the bar and Fred couldn’t have looked happier, his big dumb face “alright! Finally we made it, without a single scratch from a certain someone driving our tour bus” he laughed as he put his hand on your shoulder, you shoved his hand off and followed the others as you all walked into the bar. The bar wasn’t too crowded but that changed once all of you walked in, fred and the band headed for the bartender and placed an order for a drink, you had nothing else better to do so you went up and asked the bartender for bud light. Everything was going smoothly, you were just drinking your beer when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around expecting to be one of your friends, or fred if you got unlucky, but instead you saw a tall man, his beard was poorly shaved and his clothes were baggy, he was obviously drunk “hey there, l-let me buy you a-a drink” he slurred his words as he sat down beside you “oh um, I’m okay, but thank you" you tried to politely decline him but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give up that easly

“Cmon… give a guy like me a chance" he started to touch your back, you quickly got uncomfortable “I’m good, I just had a beer you know…” you didn’t know what to say to him to make him go away, you got off the stool to try and give him more of a hint, but he got off right with you “cmon, we can cut the crap and just l-let me take you home" he got extremely close and his hand reached down to your ass “please don’t don’t that….” You moved his hand away from your ass as you looked away from his gaze “I-I’m not taking no f-for an answer” he smirked and tightly grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you away from the crowd “let go of me!” You tried to scratch at his hand but he used his other hand to grab your hand. when you see someone cut in the middle of you, you open your eyes to see a red backwards red baseball cap standing in front of you, it could’ve only been the one and only Fred durst himself, you were surprised to see him and confused “dude they said no! Now back off” fred wasn’t at all drunk, he just genuinely wanted to help you “and w-what the fuck are you going to do about it?” The tall man had confidence, confidence that Fred quickly shut down by punching him in the face

You were shocked as the guy fell back from Fred’s punch, you just stood there not knowing what to do when the tall man rebounded “why you little-!” He got cut off by the manger coming out and breaking up the fight, just then you realized how many people were staring at you and Fred, it didn’t really matter when Fred turned to you “are you ok? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Fred looked at you with genuine worry in his eyes “uh- no but he did hurt my wrist a little” you held up your wrist, it was red from the man trying to pull you away, he grabs your wrist gently and brushes his thumb over the red area “we should go back into the bus” you agree and you both walk out, you noticed he’s still holding your hand but you didn’t bother to correct him. He bring your back to the bus and seats you down on a couch thing, he sits right beside you “tell me what happened- only if you want to” you’ve never seen him this considerate before "I was just drinking my beer and this guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink, I said I was ok but he kept on pushing me, then he grabbed me" you looked down into your lap, fred was still listening and being patient “if you hadn’t stepped in, I’m afraid he might’ve done something bad to me” you felt grateful that he was there; which you didn’t think was possible “thank you Fred” you look up and catch his gaze, you relax your body and put your head on his shoulders, although you couldn’t see it, he had a surprised look on his face, he always knew that you kind of hated him, and now you’re here leaning on his shoulder

He accepted the warm feeling and put his head on top of yours. You two sat in comfortable silence until you heard a bunch of people get into the bus, you perked your head up and looked over to see Wes coming towards the both of you “Y/N! Are you ok?” You nodded you head missing the gentle touch of Fred, you heard one of the mangers yell “is anyone sober enough to drive?” Everyone stayed silent “I’ll drive” you groan, and get up from where you were sitting, you sit on the drivers seat “here we go again” you whisper to yourself as you turn on the engine. After a long day you finally arrive back at your house, your crash on your bed and quickly fall asleep but your mind kept on reminiscing on the interaction that you and Fred had

You woke up the next morning with memory’s of last night, you pondered it for a while before deciding to get out of bed to gets something to eat, you walk downstairs and feel your flip phone buzz in your pocket, you take it out and find a message from “annoying guy" you start to wonder why you had him in your contacts before you realized it was Fred, you let out a small "oh" before you open his message

Annoying guy: hey Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house, I got the new version of street fighter we can play!

You decided to change his contact name to "Fred" before he finds out

You: sure, when do you want me to be over?

Fred: in 10 minutes, i thought maybe we could have breakfast together before we play

You:that sounds nice, I’ll be there in 10

Fred: okay! Cant wait

You put your flip phone down as you start to wonder why he would want you to come over, he never invited you before, was it to talk about what happened last night? You didn’t know, but with an empty stomach, you got out of your pyjamas and started to head over to Fred’s house. When you arrived you knocked on the door, after a couple seconds a guy with bleached blond ish hair opened the door, he had on a men’s tank top and some Jorts

“Hey! Come in" his chuckle has mesmerizing, it’s almost like you walked right into his arms “I cooked us some omelet’s, I hope you don’t mind” he lead you over to his kitchen and handelt you a warm plate that had a fresh omelet slapped on top “this looks good thanks Fred” you didn’t know how to express your happiness to Fred, after you spent months hating him “of course! I wanted to ask you something” the dread took over you as you both sat down at his table “go ahead” you start to pick at your food, nervous about what he was gonna say next “um so, last night, you showed me affection that I’ve never had from you, it wasn’t like any other affection that my partners have given me- well it was but- what I’m trying to say is that even the most simplest act of kindness you gave me, made my heart flutter, and I want to spend the rest my life with someone who makes me feel that way" you paused at picking at your food and looked at him, you could see he was nervous waiting for your response “you know Fred, I’ve spent months hating you, but all that changed last night, I felt like someone had opened my eyes to the person you really were" you took a deep breath and continued on “and, I really like you Fred, you saved me from some perv, and I will be forever grateful that you did” you’d never thought you’d tell him that, but I guess the universe had its own plans “really? You.. like me?” He was stunned that you said that to him “yes I do, now shut up before I take it back” he chuckles as you two finish your omelets “let’s head over to the couch, so we can play the game” you forgot that was the whole reason of you visit, but you happily sat down and waited for him. He loaded up the game and sat down beside you giving you a controller, you lay your head on him as the familiar feeling of his warm touch came over you, he put his head on your head but not without kissing the top of your head first, you giggled as you two played the game

#limp bizkit #fred durst #fred durst x reader #I loved making this fanfic about Fred he’s so handsome and pretty #also this is another late request so sorry for the wait haha…..#requests are open #we need more limp bizkit fanfic writers tbh #limp bizkit fanfic

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