7-eleven ; sapnap

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Applying at a local corner store in the centre of Houston, Y/n never would've imagined years later she'd end up in a Las Vegas hotel bed with one of her customers.

"Hey, good morning beautiful."

"Hmm?" Y/n's eyes fluttered open to a pleasant sight; one she's dreamed of for quite a while.

He was only a few inches away from her, with both hands wrapped around her waist and holding her tight.

She placed both hands on his cheeks, giving him a good squeeze. "Huh, you feel really realistic this time."

"Wow, how often do you fantasize about me?" He breathily chuckled, moving her hands so they were in front of him, planting a series of small kisses on them.

"You appear in my dreams every once in a while, I guess."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, you're there as my bitch while I'm out in my mansion sipping a martini."

He smiled lightheartedly, randomly giving her light kisses all over her face, "Well you'd be delighted to know you also starred in my dream not too long ago."

She cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah? You better walk me through the dream and you better be careful about what you're gonna say next."

"Well I think it was night time, and we were somewhere up very elevated. When you glanced down, the people below you were as good as tiny dots. I think it was the Eiffel Tower or something. All of a sudden, I was down on one knee and-"

"Woah, Nicholas, I think I missed a chapter or two."

He laughed in a way where his eyes faintly squinted and the corner of his lips pulled away in a perfect way that y/n found herself admiring. "We got married in your dream?"

"Nah, it was just the proposal."

"Well if it doesn't happen in France then don't expect me to say anything but no."

"Noted, madam. Now get your ass dressed, we're gonna have brunch at that bistro I was telling you about."

Y/n slid out of Nick's arms, draping her legs off the ledge of the bed. She stretched her arms out, moving freely from the weight Nick had planted on top of her.

"What should I even wear? What do Vegas people like?"

"Its gonna be hot as hell, y/n. Stray away from sweatpants."

Y/n dug through her bag, eventually settling with something casual but classy enough to be considered impressionable; an off white almost bohemian dress that hits down to her ankles.

"Really going all out, huh?"

"It's Vegas. I gotta at least pretend to be rich."

"I'm not complaining."

"Cool, now maybe you should also get your ass up and get dressed too."

He whined, shuffling around under the sheets, "Where am I gonna dress."

"There's a bathroom, smartass."

"Why do I gotta take the bathroom." He muttered, sliding off the bed and grumpily marching over to his own bag and dragging it through the floor and towards the unexplored bathroom. Y/n could hear him mumbling onwards despite the door that separated the both of them.

She slipped on the dress and walked her way to the mirror where she stood, falling in love with her own reflection. She gave herself a gentle hug, feeling beautiful despite her bedhead and the groggy, half-awake look in her eyes.