oneshots

sapnap - late nights

FLUFF
IRL
SET DURING LATE SUMMER 2020
TWS: NONE
X OC
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authors note:

this one is short & sweet :)
also, i'm not sure if sapnap is
ok with me using his real name in
fanfics, so i'm not going to
also, for the sake of this, let's
pretend he lives alone
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The night sky is beautiful. Stars are glowing dots on a smooth black canvas, their light shining so far and so bright. Some have already exploded, broken apart into a million fragments, but they still show up just fine from my view. Their destruction has not yet reached my eyes. The silver of the moon is hard to find, hiding behind a paint stroke of clouds. It peeks out, pearly white a stark contrast to the dark. Occasionally an airplane flies by, red flashing spots distracting me from mother nature's masterpiece, though my distraction doesn't last long. Soon enough I am back to being transfixed, stunned really, by the beauty I can't believe I get the privilege to witness. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, Texas, just the flickering stars and moon slice to guide us, anything feels possible.

The only thing that's more astounding than the night sky is the boy lying next to me.

"Did you really just say that? Gross."

Did I really just say that? I wonder. Sometimes the barrier between my mind and the words spilling out of my mouth is thin and wavering, sometimes I can't even tell if I'm speaking or if it's simply my internal monologue.

In this case, however, it's clear what was said and what wasn't.

"That's so cheesy. Belongs in a Hallmark movie, or something like that." He fake vomits, the noise of the retch combined with his sentence waking me up from my thoughts.

"We can be cheesy, you know." I pause, choose my next words carefully. "Couples are cheesy, and that's okay."

Without even looking at him I can tell that he's rolling his eyes. Typical Sapnap behavior, dismissing my, as he calls it, 'corny shit.' I wouldn't call it that myself, but I can understand why he does. Even as the sentence flowed from my lips I cringed. Cringed at the underlying affection in my tone. Cringed at the almost poetic phrasing.

"Yeah, but we're not like that. Cheesy stuff is a big no for me." Sapnap scoffs.

And he's right. For us, there are no big confessions of love in public spaces, there are no songs written and serenaded by one to the other, there are no romantic candle lit dinners, adorned with fancy napkins and a million different forks and a million different courses, there are no random text messages about how the brown in his eyes are brought out when he wears that one sweatshirt and how it makes me swoon under his gaze. There is no 'corny shit'.

But there are kisses on the temple before I leave for work, post-it notes stuck on the refrigerator reminding him to get that one brand of granola bar I like with a heart magnet attached to it, and of course he always remembers, there are fleeting moments where I look at him and feel like I'm so insanely lucky to call myself his, there are the same four bad jokes repeated over and over as commentary while we watch our favorite show on the couch, a fuzzy flannel blanket covering our laps, there are play fights with at least one of us bursting into laughter at the end, there are hugs that seem to last forever and then some.