okay guys uhm quick little explicit scribble about farfanap because i liked this bit and went back and cleaned it up a bit but in general it’s been WAY too long so here it is
It was around three in the morning.
Sapnap should’ve been long asleep by now, already far too deep into his timeline after ending stream.
Just as he feels the throb of a headache drilling itself into his eyes, something catches his eye and he stops scrolling.
He sees farfadox’s face, and clicks on the clip and turns up the volume on his phone, even if he can only pick out a few keywords usually, he likes listening to how easily spanish falls off his friend’s tongues, especially when they aren’t slowing down to help him understand.
This clip, however, doesn’t contain much audio, he sees the playback of his friend sitting down in his chair before pulling up his shirt’s sleeve and flexing for the camera.
Sapnap’s mind immediately melts as he watches the man’s muscles. He doesn’t care for what he says after, just lets the video replay over and over. Every time he re-watches the video, he notices something new that makes him feel even more feral, Like his proud face after letting everyone know hes stronger than probably all of them, or how the rest of his shirt reacts to the tension, pulling more strictly on his neck and torso.
His head is spinning and he suddenly /really/ wants some attention from the older man so he tries to think it through, working his way through the foggy haze in his mind to imagine up an aftermath but that proves to be an even more challenging endeavour when he hears the man’s voice, cocky and full of pride from where he left the clip looping on his mattress.
Giving up on thinking twice, he manages to pause the clip and send the link of it to farfa on discord before he gets up and flees to the shower, attempting to clear his head.
Now in the shower, he tries to take this time to clear his head, try and get into a sensible mindset before messaging his friend again and it works for a while, the repeated motions of scrubbing his hair doing somewhat well at keeping his mind from wandering. Until it doesn’t. And his brain comes crawling back to that image of farfa… his arm and how it looked so tightly packed in his sleeve. Then some deep part of his mind procures a mental image of if farfa was flexing for him, comparing sizes and farfa looking so proud as he spouts about how much stronger and bigger he is than sapnap. And maybe he would grab sapnap a bit, physically show him how he is stronger. And maybe… he somehow would end up with his bicep curled around *him*. And when sapnap cums over his fist under the shower head, free hand lightly around his neck, he decides that the shower isn’t safe for him either.
After an unsuccessful attempt at reorganising himself, Sapnap returns to his room and falls onto his bed, tugging on some shorts he found on the floor while he pats around in his nest of blankets for his phone.
He fortunately finds it after an embarrassing amount of time and unfortunately also finds the two things he was dreading:
-His phone tells him that it’s currently 5 in the morning.
-His phone also tells him that he has a new message from Farfadox on discord.
His heart both lifts and plummets at the sight, making him want to throw up as he reads the reply:
origamiaround
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
gracieabrams
tangentwithtanner
