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[nick-knackwrites]

Levi Week '25 Day 3: Beauty

The light of day brings all of your insecurities to the surface. It's a good thing that Levi is so talented at banishing them again.

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.9k

Content: Mostly fluff, SFW but it is very suggestive, body image issues

Daylight streams through the gaps in the curtains behind you and you blink slowly as your mind emerges from the clutches of sleep. Soft sheets caress your bare skin and as you turn your face into them, you inhale the familiar clean scent of Levi - your long-time friend turned embarrassing crush turned lover after the events of the previous night. You can't help the smile that blooms as you remember how very thoroughly he attended to your pleasure - a zing going up your spine causing you to squirm at the memory of the skill of his clever tongue and fingers. 

The slight movement causes a soft groan from behind you and the arm you hadn't realized was wrapped around your waist tightens reflexively. 

That's when it really hits you. 

You are naked in Levi's bed and he is also naked - you know because you can currently feel every part of him - and he is spooning you. Granted, it's to be expected considering you'd had sex with him last night but that was last night - it was heated, and passionate, and dark. Now the sun is lighting up the room brilliantly and everything is calm and slow. You somehow feel more exposed than you did last night when Levi was literally inside of you. All of your insecurities make themselves known as you consider all possible reactions that Levi may have to you now that the frenzied lust has run its course. 

You decide that you don’t want to face any of them. Your pulse jumps and you wiggle slightly, trying to loosen Levi's hold so you can get up and dressed without waking him. Lucky for you, Levi's shirt landed close by in your frantic undressing last night. You can see it crumpled on the floor just a few feet away from the edge of the bed where you lie. 

Unlucky for you, Levi is an incredibly light sleeper. 

You manage to scoot a whopping 3 inches away before he stirs and pulls you flush against him once more. He huffs a small whine against the back of your neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin as he exhales and mumbles your name. 

“Levi.” It comes out in a strained puff. Your entire body tenses, temporarily frozen in panic.   

“‘S'too early.” He grumbles in your hair. 

A nervous laugh pushes past your lips as he digs his fingers into your (re: very bare) waist, “I'm sorry I woke you.” You gasp. Your body kicks back into drive and you wriggle uselessly against the steel trap of his arms, “I just need to get something and I'll be back, I promise.” 

The long-suffering sigh he lets out ruffles the hairs around your ear. “Whaddaya need?” He slurs. 

Your squirming does not stop though you know your strength is no match for his, “A shirt.” 

“A shirt?” You feel his lips move into a frown at the top of your spine. He sounds more alert when he asks, “Why do you need a shirt?” 

Heat floods your face and you finally relent- collapsing back into the warm and soft sheets in an attempt to further hide your face. The fabric muffles your response, “Because I'm completely nude Levi.” 

A slow hand winds its way up and down your flank and his voice drops low, “Believe me, I'm aware.” He pauses his ministrations, which is very good for your sanity, and says “You wanna explain to me why that's a problem?” 

Your voice squeaks and you have to clear it twice before answering, “Well, I just, uh, I think it would be, um, more comfortable in a shirt, you know? I mean, I love a good comfy t-shirt. Did I ever tell you about the time hange burned one of my favorites? She was doing one of her ridiculous experiments and, of course, it went horribly wrong. So what happened was-” 

Levi cuts in with your name. “You're rambling. You only ramble when you're nervous.” 

“Oh.” It's not very eloquent but it's all you can come up with at the moment. 

“Yeah.” Levi sits up slightly, leaning on his left arm. He uses his right to grip your shoulder and turn you onto your back. He's smirking and you feel your face flame further at the self-satisfied expression. “Am I making you nervous?” He asks playfully. 

He trails his eyes deliberately up and down your form, thankfully still covered by the sheets. You squirm a little under the heat of his gaze and look away. Levi notices. He raises an incredulous eyebrow, “Are you seriously feeling shy right now? After everything we got up to last night?” 

You still can't bring yourself to look at him fully but you do see his smirk melt into a frown as he says your name and reaches to turn your face toward him. “Talk to me. Please.” 

Your eyes well and the nervous rambling starts up again before you can find the brakes, “I guess I'm just feeling vulnerable because I know my body isn't, um, well it's - there are parts that I know aren't, uh, shaped the way you'd like them to be. And it's not. . . Not appealing or pleasing or whatever. And I know that that didn't stop you last night but it's different now. Last night was rushed and there was so much going on that you couldn’t really pay close attention and it was dark so you couldn't see anyway. But now it's slow and it's bright and I feel. . . Insecure.” 

You had given your speech to some point on the ceiling but he catches your gaze again when he moves slowly to hover over you, one hand above each shoulder and knees planted outside of your thighs. His frown has nearly doubled in size and he sounds almost angry when he says, “That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard.” 

You frown back at him but before you can come up with a retort, he continues, “Your body is shaped perfectly and I wouldn't want to change a single part of it.” He lowers his hips and leans forward, pressing the full thick length of himself into your hip and upper thigh, “And I find it very appealing.” He punctuates the statement with a small thrust that makes your mouth go dry. 

He keeps his face inches from yours as he presses on, “Last night was rushed because I was so excited to finally see and touch you the way I've always wanted to that I couldn't hold myself back. But thinking that I wasn't paying attention despite that is pure,” He gives your lips a swift peck and thrusts into your hip again, “fucking,” another peck and thrust, “stupidity.” 

“I was paying attention.” He gives you a much deeper kiss this time, tongue sliding past the barrier of your lips to trace the inside of your mouth. Your eyes fall shut and you stretch up into the kiss but Levi breaks it before you can truly lose yourself in it. 

He moves his lips to your ear and his voice husks, “I was paying attention to the adorable little dimples at the base of your spine.” His left hand slips between your back and the mattress to press into the named features gently. 

“I was paying attention to the birth mark on your hip.” He ducks his head down to lick and suck at the ink stain that sprawls across your right hip. He leaves it with a kiss before returning to your ear, “I was paying attention to the freckles sprinkled here,” he kisses the balls of both shoulders, “and here,” his lips dance across your collar bone, “and even the few scattered here,” he noses into the soft skin of your stomach.

The sheets waterfall off his back and pool at the foot of the bed as he rises to his haunches, leaving both of you completely bared to one another. There is a shuffling noise as he slides back to kiss your left calf, “I caught this scar,” he traces the jagged pink line with his tongue before moving to kiss the inside of your right knee, “and this one,” he lifts your left hand, kissing a burn mark on your pointer finger left by a kitchen mishap last week, “and this - though I don't think this one will scar.” 

He pauses to study you for a while, taking in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. A wry smile spreads across his face and his eyes lower. He dips his head to your waist, kissing up and down both sides. “I remember how your heartbeat picked up when I kissed you here,” he moves to your chest, swirling a tongue around one nipple before moving to the next, “and I could really hear it race here, but my favorite was the sound you made when I kissed you here.” He lunges forward and sucks a bruise into a spot below your ear. Sure enough, you squeal and push up into him, desperately chasing the pleasure now thrumming in your veins. 

He pulls away grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Although it is hard to pick a favorite. There are so many other wonderful places that gave me such beautiful sounds too." His fingers drum softly on your mound, just short of where you suddenly find yourself needing them to be. You hold your breath in anticipation of them sliding lower and delivering mind-numbing pleasure, the way they did last night. Your eyes roll back and a broken moan escapes at the mere memory of it. 

You hear Levi chuckle above you but his fingers don't move south as you expected, instead they travel up and cup your face softly, like it’s something to be treasured. 

“Look at me.” He whispers and you do - how could you not when he asks so reverently? When you open your eyes, you find a look of complete adoration in his. “Do you understand?” He asks. 

You're not sure you do but you nod dumbly anyway. You'd agree to anything with him staring at you like this. He laughs lowly and gives your face a gentle shake. “Listen. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He says it with enough conviction to make you believe it despite your previous insecurities. “I was looking last night. And every night before that. Every chance I had. I know exactly what you look like - I’ve burned it into my memory. But if you'll let me, I'd be happy to give you a more thorough study now and share any new findings with you.” 

He sucks gently at your jawline as he waits for an answer. The only one you are capable of giving at the moment is a frantic nod. He shakes his head and demands, “I need to hear it, love.” 

You push past the lump in your throat and gasp, “Yes, Levi!” 

The phrase is repeated over and over again as Levi keeps good on his promise, spending the rest of the morning - and part of the afternoon as well - studiously rediscovering each and every part of your body that he, evidently, already knows so well. 

The shirt remains in a heap on the floor, totally forgotten.

[paleorison]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

nick fuentes falling for a muslim woman is up on ao3!! never posted on there before forgive me lol

[llamhigyn-y-dwr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: America First (Webseries) RPF, Nick Fuentes - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Nick Fuentes Additional Tags: Pants Shitting Summary:

I think you know what this is about.

Someone wrote a fic about when Nick allegedly shat himself running the mile.

[amyloveletter]

drops from the sky Woah hi hello

I participated in this year's @sanderssidesgiftxchange !!!!!! and i was lucky enough to get my beutiful friend @aherosoup as my giftee !!!!!!!!!! YAY !!!!!!!!!!

As a result, i've written this fanfiction!! Is a tad short but i still like it, and i hope you will too!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[nick-knackwrites]

Levi Month 25 Day 13: Mer / Human

Siren Levi for @levievent's last event 🧜‍♂️

Pairing: Siren!Levi x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.2k

Content: Modern Siren AU, Extremely Dubious Consent / Rape, Rough Penetrative Sex, Monster Fucking, Blood / Violence, Light Cannibalism Character Death

AO3

It started as a hum. A soft buzzing that drifted above the rushing of the waves and into the open window of the only bedroom in your tiny house on the Northern Oregon Coast. The house was old and groaned with every passing gust of wind but you adored it. It was a haven for you after your life had fallen apart. It was your peace and you were initially annoyed at the noise for interrupting said peace. It seems that several weeks of hearing it changed your mind. Eventually, it became a part of the calm that you so desperately sought. A companion through the lonely days, as soft and subtle as the rustle of a meadowlark’s wings. 

Then, it changed. 

You had first noticed it while washing the dishes. A haunting tune sung in a whisper that seemed to be a part of the sea itself, waves of lilting high notes crashing into a bass-like harmony. It was beautiful but eerie. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your whole body grew cold as the song crescendoed and began anew.  You slept with the window shut that night. 

However, much like the humming, the song grew on you overtime. You found yourself swaying to the beat, matching the pace of the ever-crashing waves. You began to sing along, though your voice could never match the caliber of whoever, or whatever, started the tune. Sometimes, you became so lost in the somber melody that you lost chunks of time. At first, five or ten minutes. Later it became hours. 

You began to visit the shoreline more often as well, curious to find what was making the enchanting sound. You scoured the beach during the daylight hours but when that yielded no results, you decided to wander down at nightfall as well. The song could be heard more clearly down on the sea-worn rocks at the edge of the tidepool to the west of your humble home. It echoed off of the blunt walls of the surrounding cliffs, creating a perfect round that had you mesmerized. 

You’re not sure when you started sleeping on the  smooth stones lining the tide pool. All you know is that one day, you woke up covered in coarse sand and sticky sea-salt and from there, it became a pattern. 

The music seemed to grow louder. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought that you began to hear lyrics. The words were in no language that you had ever heard but they added an almost violent element to the lilting song. They were sharp and angry-sounding with harsh endings and low hisses. It should not have been a beautiful sound but you didn’t think that you had ever heard anything better. 

You had to find whatever person, thing, god, created this sound. It became an obsession, a need. Like your skin would burn to ash if you couldn’t drink the sound straight from the source. 

You had to go into the ocean. To be submerged by the salt and the spray and the noise.

So you did. Every night you heard the trembling notes of the beginning of the song and you dove headfirst into the storm-tossed sea to chase it. The water was freezing. It was late September at this point, at least you thought it was - when was the last time you had looked at a calendar? When was the last time you had gone home? - but you didn’t feel the cold. All you could feel was need, pumping through your veins like magma. How could an insignificant thing like your physical well-being matter when the want consumed you like this? 

You’re not sure how long you searched, how many nights you offered your body to the unforgiving ocean, before you found it. You weren’t sure what it was at first. A flash in the night. A glimmer on the rough surface of the sea. You could have dismissed it as a reflection of the starlight but it was deep below the surf that crashed around you. It moved in a serpentine spiral, dancing closer to you one moment, and darting away the next. A tail, you realized, but only after a huge jet black caudal fin rose out of the water and slapped back down playfully, splashing you from your perch on a rock about 5 meters out from the shoreline. Your eyes followed the ends of the fin to where they blended into a slim body decorated with hundreds of glittering black scales that shone like oil spills in the light of the full moon. Hues of reds, purples, and greens wove through the waves in a captivating tapestry as the tail continued to spiral, seemingly with no end. 

You dropped down to lie on your belly and pulled your body to the edge of the rock, heedless of the scratches the volcanic stone raked across your sea-soaked skin. You barely felt the sting of the salt in the wounds as you craned your head towards the water, desperate to get a glimpse of the beautiful creature with the alluring song. Your nose was nearly touching the water when something emerged out of the depths directly below you. You jerked your face back just in time to narrowly avoid a collision with. . . another face. 

You blinked at the impossibility but the fact remained: The entity that rose out of the ocean had a human face. And a strikingly beautiful one at that. Hooded eyes of molten steel capped with thin and delicately arched eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and a jawline that managed to leave a sense of fullness and health in a symmetrical pair of rosy cheeks, an elegantly sloped nose, and full lips the color of fresh raspberries all framed by locks of inky black hair that gently fell to the tops of slim ears. Except they weren’t ears at all. No, where the ears should have been, there was another pair of fins, the same onyx color as the tail in the middle and fading to an opalescent gray along the edges. You had half a mind to reach out and stroke them but the thought was brought to a screeching halt when the creature opened its mouth, revealing a row of sharp canines. For a moment, the spell of your feverish need broke. Burning desire was cooled rapidly by a sense of fear and foreboding the likes of which you’d never known flooding your system. You needed to leave. Immediately. 

You clumsily tucked your legs under you and scrambled to a sitting position, desperate to get away from the horrific creature. As you did, hunger gnawed at your stomach and your skull rocked as if it had been split open. With brutal clarity, you realized that you had no idea how long you had been out here or when the last time you had had anything to eat or drink was. Bracing a hand against the rock below you, you prepared to stand and flee but were halted when a pale clawed hand wrapped around your wrist. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out - dehydration had robbed you of your voice. A second hand splashed out of the water and this one cradled the left side of your face. It was almost tender but you could feel the talons scratching at the side of your head and were made dizzy with the terror of what their sharp points could do if they pressed just a little more firmly. You looked to your captor, all sickening translucent skin stretched over an emaciated corpse, too sharp features, and blackened soulless eyes. Its mouth was open wide, revealing rows of thin speared teeth, and you flinched in preparation for a sting that never came. Instead, the creature began to sing. 

It was the same trilling melody that had been haunting your every step for the past few weeks. Fear should have been the predominant emotion but you felt yourself relax into the familiar tune in spite of yourself. The notes seemed to float around you and imbue you with warmth. The fight drained out of you all at once. When you looked back at the creature, you couldn’t remember why you had felt so frightened just a moment ago. He - you thought it was male but you couldn’t be certain - was breathtaking. A fleeting thought of leathery, taut skin and sunken features crossed your mind but before you, you only saw smooth unblemished skin wrapped around features that could be considered delicate were it not for their sharp and chiseled edges. Eyes the same gray-blue color of the sky just before a storm hit peered into your own and they were filled with kindness, not terror. 

With the hand that was not still cupping your left cheek, the creature pushed himself out of the water, leaning against the rock and into your personal space. He was definitely a man, you noted, seeing the sinew and muscle that wrapped around his arms and the definition of his pectorals and abs. Heat rushed to your face at his proximity and a small gasp escaped your lips. He paused in his song to coo at you and you were lost. You reached up a hand and traced over the features of his perfect, doll-like face. He tittered softly and pushed his cheek into your touch. 

Something in your belly tugged violently at the brush of his lips over your palm. Closer. You needed to be closer. You moved forward, dropping your legs over the edge of the rock on either side of his hips. Your feet brushed against his tail and you winced at the coarse texture rubbing against your bare skin. Intelligent eyes tracked the expression, flitting from your furrowed brow to the slight pout in your lips, cold and calculating. Something niggled at the back of your head. A misplaced sense of urgency that you could no longer recall the source of. Something primal in you cried for resistance but something more powerful beckoned you closer still.   

The creature leaned forward, placing his lips over your left ear. The song began again, low and loud and soft and angry all at once. Its complex rhythm soon became the only thing your mind could focus on. You were vaguely aware of a wet sensation sweeping around the shell of your ear. His tongue, you realized after the third pass, thin and serpentine with its forked tip. You turned your head to get a better glimpse but he moved with you, burning a path across your cheek with the appendage until he reached your mouth. You opened for him immediately, you weren’t sure it was even a choice. 

The kiss was wild and frantic but somehow unhurried. The creature’s tongue was long and stretched to the back of your throat, making you gag. He anchored his hands to your cheeks, keeping you still while he got his fill of you. His tongue traced your teeth, the sides of your cheeks and your own tongue as his lips moved against yours in a rhythm as enchanting as his song. 

Blood roared in your head as you pushed yourself further into the strange body before you. Thoughts of more and deeper setting all of your inhibitions ablaze. 

It was like he could hear the unvoiced thoughts. He pulled you closer, wrapped his arms around your torso, his tail around your legs. When you pulled back to gasp for air, salt water flooded your lungs. You were in the water. You didn’t remember getting in the water. 

Fear tugged at your heart for a brief moment but then the creature’s tongue found a nipple - when had you taken off your nightgown? - and there was only room left for lust, pure and unadulterated. He worked at the bud as thoroughly as he had your mouth and you keened loudly, the noise swallowed by the surf and by his song which still echoed in your head despite the fact that his mouth was very decidedly busy with other tasks. 

More. The thought had you pushing yourself against him, rubbing desperately against the rough scales of his pelvis. Blood bloomed in the water in brilliant red trails that matched the shifting hues of the scales that drew it. The scent of iron turned your stomach and you were struck with the wrongness of the situation you were in. Panic clouded your vision and the face before you became gaunt and drawn, dead empty eyes staring through you. You kicked at the tail restraining you. It shifted, scales on the front sliding to the side to make way for a new appendage to protrude, long and thick and slapping against your stomach, your thighs, your clit. 

One last weak pathetic hiccup clawed its way out of your throat before you relaxed again. The song was back. This time accompanied by a soft buzzing sensation that lit up your entire nervous system. The tail wrapped around your legs once more, locking them in place as the creature held you in its sinister embrace. The course edges scratched the skin of your calves, turning the sea around you a deeper shade of red. You hardly noticed it, but the creature certainly did. His eyes dilated as the scent hit the gills below the fins on the side of his head and his grip tightened. Clawed fingers pierced the skin of your back and hips while sharp canines worked at the skin of your throat. Agony, sharp and piercing, exploded across your body but it was drowned out immediately by the pleasure caused by the slick cock rubbing between your folds. Tears streamed down your face but you couldn’t be sure if they were born of pain or of ecstasy. It didn’t matter. They were forgotten as soon as the thick cock breached your entrance, filling you completely. Fangs dislodged from your neck as the creature emitted a guttural cry. The song pounded louder in your head, a cacophonous racket that somehow still managed to sound beautiful. 

The creature sucked at the ruined skin of your neck and chest as he rocked gently into you, drawing out to the tip before thrusting back in fully. All thoughts of fear or pain had fled. You were safe, you were sure of it. How could something that made you feel so good hurt you? Your body was floating both in the water and in pure euphoria. The creature cradled you as he continued to move inside you, matching the rhythm of the waves crashing on the rocky shore, now miles away. You hadn’t realized how far you had drifted but it was a trivial matter. All that mattered was the high of being filled by the beautiful creature wrapped around you. How could you have ever considered him hideous? 

You let out a soft moan, almost a sigh and he smirked at you. You grinned back dazedly, thoughts of his handsomeness intermingling with thoughts of big, full, and perfect. And all the while in the background, the seductive song that he sang so well. It made sense that he would fuck you this well too. 

He slowly swam toward the surface, allowing you to get your fill of air. You hadn’t realized how badly your lungs burned. The song was quieter up here and it felt like your brain had room to move, to think about something other than the ever-nearing climax that he had you on the brink of. The extra space made way for feelings of discomfort to slowly creep back in but you still couldn’t place where they originated from. You were on the cusp of remembering something, something important, when you were pulled back into the water. Forcefully. 

The creature wrapped its tail around your battered legs again but this time, you were facing away from him, staring instead at the expansive black void of the sea. You frowned at the idea of not seeing his face but then he started moving again and all was forgotten once more. One hand wrapped around your neck and forced your head to rest against his shoulder. From here, if you strained your eyes, you could see a flash of his face, ghost-white skin stretched thin over fine bones and black dulled eyes. No that wasn’t right, his eyes were a shimmering gray-blue weren’t they? 

Confusion pulled your lips into a frown. He traced it with his thumb and snarled. His other hand curled around your front. Stopping below your belly button, he slammed down hard, pushing your body into his. His large cock slid into your heat with no resistance. This time, there was no gentle rocking. He rammed into you with all of his strength, punching wordless cries from deep in your gut. You gasped for breath but your mouth flooded with salt water, tinged with the metallic taste of blood. 

His pace increased and with it, the music. The melody was the same, haunting and ethereal, but now it was frenzied in pace and the tone became a screech rather than a purr. The creature pistoned his hips, desperate for release and you watched in a fevered detachment as blood began to gush around his cock, flowing from your abused cunt. The pain registered distantly as well as an explanation: Barbs. His cock came equipped with sharp retractable barbs, designed to keep him from slipping out. You could feel them digging into your walls, tearing the flesh as he fucked into you like an animal in heat. The thought should have frightened you, maybe, but you were past the point of being able to feel anything but all-encompassing bliss. The feeling calmed you, even as fangs and claws once more began to work at your skin. The music helped too - loud, consuming. There was no room for anything else. You allowed yourself to give in to pleasure thrumming in your veins. 

The song crescendoed as the creature found his release. He spilled inside you, mixing with the blood and leaving you feeling dizzy and light-headed. Though, you supposed, that could have been the blood loss. The song stopped. Time lost all meaning. You weren’t sure how long you floated there, stuck in a state of quasi-catharsis and agony before you heard a new sound. It started with slurping, sucking, and then chewing. 

You opened your eyes to see the creature’s face buried in your shoulder, tearing at the flesh, eating it. Horror flooded your system but you could no longer move. Sensing your distress, the creature pulled away to smile at you. It was a cruel smile, made of rows of needle-like teeth and stained red with your blood. He moved back in and panic flared briefly before fading almost immediately. 

The song had started again. It wasn’t loud like it was before. It was back to the softly trilling melody that you had heard over your kitchen sink all those weeks ago. You relaxed again as it filled your head, becoming pliant in the creature’s arms. Everything would be okay. You somehow knew it would. The thought was comforting. 

It was the last one you’d ever have.

[nick-knackwrites]

Thank you so much for the tags @sixpennydame and @bumblebeeonthistle!

This was v cute and v fun 💛 Unfortunately, I have 0 published longfics to use for this and of my 10 (yikes) wips only one of them has a title that's not just a keysmash so I'm using that one to make a cover even though it is nowhere NEAR ready to publish 💀

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[paleorison]

nick fuentes falls in love with a hijabi woman pt2

a/n: continuation of this stupid thing

Six months slipped by, autumn into spring; and Nick was beginning to forget your face, much to his dismay. Though his hands carried on every night in their same pathetic ritual, clicking through the flood of superchat messages as the robotic voice on his speaker droned them back at him, a background hum that blurred together until it was all nonsense. Some people asked questions too stupid to bother with. Others typed the same tired jokes. And then there were the women — the shameless ones who offered themselves in ways he didn’t want to hear. He scrolled past them, barely reading. None of it mattered. He had already checked out.

Kirk’s assassination had brought some heat down on him, sure, though he denied it had anything to do with him or his ideas. Heck, he didn’t even want to blame Israel this time. For a week or two, the attention was almost flattering, but it soured fast. He’d noticed the TikTok girl fanbase, the edits, the giggling thirst posts. His viewers reminded him constantly: See? Women out there want you. But being wanted by them meant nothing compared to that single stupid moment months ago.

It gnawed at him. It infuriated him, really, that a bitch like you could still squat inside his brain rent-free. And what made it worse was the fact he couldn’t even justify his anger. You hadn’t done anything wrong. You were blameless. And even Nick Fuentes, who could find fault in anything, could not find one in you.

That thought made the back of his neck prickle and his temples throb, so he grabbed his water bottle and drank, the lukewarm plastic taste catching in his throat. It didn’t help.

“Alright, thanks for the superchats, guys. That’s enough for today.” He leaned forward, shut off the stream, ignored the caps-locked WAITs scrolling by. His followers didn’t matter. Not tonight.

Maybe he could call his mother. She’d know what to do.

His eyes darted around his desk, landing on a photo calendar he’d been gifted at Christmas. A small baby bunny leaping over technicolour green grass. “Just keep jumping,” printed under it in Curlz MT.

His hand hovered over his phone, bulging awkwardly in the tight pocket of his pants.

Yeah. Right. Tell his mother a Muslim girl was driving him insane.

Instead, he collapsed back into his chair, sighing as he pressed his palms against his face, pushing down hard enough to blot out the light. And in that darkness the colours began to bloom, swirling into the outline of a face, always yours. Your eyes, your mouth, your skin, and that stupid blue scarf, still haunting him as though no time at all had passed.

He hated it. And he loved it. And he hated that he loved it.

[llamhigyn-y-dwr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

ANOTHER Nick fic dropped today! This one isn't with anyone specific. Let me know if it's any good; maybe I'll read it when I'm able to.