𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

your love [n.l]

UHMUHMUHM HI HELLO ITS ME

im back !! and i have for you today a sapunz, written by both me and petra (wldbrbt) !! GUYS PLEASE GO HYPE HER UP I LOVE HER SO MUCH SKJD MUWAH MUWAH ILY PETRA

fic title from ;; your love - glass animals

cw/tw ;; mentions of drinking/being drunk (pls comment if there are more im so sorry skfjdn)

pairing ;; sapunz [sapnap/nick + punz/luke]

prompt ;; drunken accidents and misunderstandings aren't the best, but they make it work.

final word count ;; 3.44k

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nausea courses through luke's veins as soon as he opens his eyes. his fingers are entangled with someone else's, there's another weight on the bed pressed against his back, but he can't bring himself to care about it, not at this moment. he lifts a hand to rub his eyes, confused about the pressure of something cool on his finger, sitting up and glancing at the man beside him.

"nick?" he murmurs quietly, though he immediately shuts himself back up once he realises the grecian is asleep. a glint of light catches his attention, he drops his hands to his lap and stares unabashedly. nick has a ring on his finger, silver and shiny and most definitely new. he glances down at his own trembling hands, a scowl gracing his face as he bits his lip and wonders what the fuck he must've done to deserve this.

what does it all mean, you might ask? simple. when you wake up with your best friend in your bed and you both have matching wedding bands on, it can only mean one thing. the obvious thing, if you will - they got married.

luke's first question to himself is how the fuck?, the second is why the fuck?, and then he's down to rubbing his knuckles together and wondering how he's going to get out of this predicament. he could always leave, change his name and delete his presence from the internet, but the idea of leaving doesn't appeal to him, especially since it's nick, beautiful, strong, stunning, amazing nick. the prettiest man on the entire planet, to luke at least. he doesn't want to leave him, not now and not ever.

plus, they're technically married now. that's a downside to leaving, being left without a friend and- he chokes on the word a little, but comes out nonetheless, and it is technically the truth- husband.

luke's eyes are glued to the matching silver bands on their fingers, bile rising in throat as he belatedly realises what they must've done last night. he shifts, moves out of nick's arms and gropes around for a bin or something to vomit into, all whilst trying not to wake the other man up.

shit. he's married to a straight guy? the straight guy? the one he's been crushing on since- he can't even remember when he realised, but fuck, nick's laying there so prettily and the afternoon sunlight melts onto his skin like sweet honey and maybe luke's in love.

this realisation is what causes him to retch again, shoving his head in the tiny black bin to avoid getting spatters of vomit everywhere. he hears a groan behind him, bedsheets shifting, can feel eyes on his back and he sets the bin down and wipes his mouth on his arm, looking over to the grecian.

"you look like shit, punz." nick teases, voice rough from sleep, and luke has decided that maybe he just doesn't need a heart anymore. nick blinks, all of a sudden, looks down at the bed they're both sitting on, looks at the sudden added weight on his finger, then to the one luke has has on, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.