#then she dropped me like a hot coal. like sorry i wasnt about to let myself be stood up and ignored for basically a whole day

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.

[startreckobsessed]

You want request? How about Bones, or his girlfriend, or maybe both of them, being suspicious about the fidelity of the other. Like really suspicious, make em look like they are really cheating (but they are not). Then they fight, like really fight, borderline breakup. But at the end, they make up. You can make it smut at the end, where partner A (the one who we thought was cheating) says to partner B that everything he/she has is hers/his. EVERYTHING. 😉😉😉😉 I’ll be waiting, love.

The road to the relationship had been rocky from the beginning, you both bickered constantly, but he had this deep seated fear down to his bones that he wouldn't be good enough for you. It was bad enough that there was a good chunk of an age gap, but you had to be witty, charming and you held a kind of beauty that attracted every kind of attention.

Now, Jocelyn never exactly cheated on him, but she did little things that would chip away at his self image; the way her eyes would linger on other men and act dissatisfied with him when they went home at the end of the night, not to mention how her lawyers raked him through the coals claiming he was an absent partner when in reality he had made long drives and days at a time without sleep to spend time with her during medical school and his residency.

Sometimes his past experiences colored the way he saw your actions, his imagination going crazy with how bad the situation looked, even of you acting suspicious didn't help any.

You had grown... Distant, lately. You would get up earlier and return extremely late. You were also careful with your words, thinking more before you spoke. Your mind was always elsewhere when you were together.

The implications he came to made his stomach turn. You were more than just his girlfriend, you were his best friend, his confidant. He would feel so lost without your support.

A little like he was feeling right now.

It wasn't until his weekly drink with Jim that his fears were confirmed.

Jim had been late, which wasn't abnormal but he was really late. Leonard was tired, eyelids heavy and his body ached, he decided to go back to your shared quarters to get some shut eye.

As he was making his way down the long winding hall he heard a bump coming from one of the many medical supply closets. He rolled his eyes, pausing for a second debating if he even wanted to go bust a couple of ensigns about to get it on. With a huff he turned, twisting open the knob and-

His breath caught, heart stuttering painfully.

It was you. Sitting up on the counter, ensign Hennricks standing between your legs. One of his hands was resting on your knee, the other was pushing the hair away from your face.

A strangled noise escaped his lips, he turned on his heel and sped down the hall. "Len!" You call, hopping off the table and chased after him, just catching a glimpse of him disappearing around the corner.

You shot forward, skidding around and finally catching up, grasping his bicep and spinning him around, but he wouldn't look at you. His eyes looked toward the ground, nostrils flared and mouth turned in a deep frown. He ripped his arm away from your hold. "Leonard,-that wasnt-" "don't." He growled. "Don't try to lie to me." His accent thickened with emotion. "How could you?" You shook your head "I'm not lying Len. If you would just-" "no." He hisses "I'm done with you. You knew how hard it was for me to- to trust again. You knew it and you still-" he pinched his eyes closed, a tear dripping down his cheek. You felt a pang of guilt go through you. And you felt like you couldn't breath. He turned away from you, and in a moment of clarity you reached for his head and turned it toward you.

"Leonard! Look at me!" You demand. His red eyes met yours for a brief second but it was enough for him to finally see the gash that traveled over your eyebrow and just shy of your eye. "What happened?" He asked in a gravely tone before he could think better to. Your other hand came up to cradle his face as his teary blood shot eyes roamed your face, now seeing a fresh bruise on your jaw. "Hennricks was patching me up, using a tissue regenerator so you wouldn't worry. I-ive been in training to become SSO." His eyebrows shot up incrediously "Why didn't you just tell me?"

You bit your lip. "I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. And.." "and what?" "I uh, I didn't want you to be disappointed if I couldn't do it. I know it bothers you that were not exactly on equal ground, that if our stations were level mabey you would feel more secure and.. people would stop assuming I'm sleeping my way to the top." He huffed slightly, one brow arching "who's been assuming?" You shake your head at his protectiveness, swallowing thickly. "It doesn't matter." You say.

He sighed " did you get the promotion?" You shrug "won't know till tommorow." He nods, avoiding your eyes again. "I'm sorry." You say. "For... Making you think I would ever want

Anyone but you Len. Your it for me, your everything for me." He blinked away a new onslaught of tears. You smile sadly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He sighs into the kiss, the stress melting from his body as he winds his arms around you, pressing lips more firmly to yours as your hands ball up in his uniform shirt, pulling his body closer to yours.

When you both stumble into your room, the lights are out, only the faint blue glow of the rooms control panel allowing you to see the faint outline of the bed.

The matress dipped as you fell back onto it, Leonard's hands roamed under your skirt, the other cradled your jaw as your lips collided over and over.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, fingers trailing over his heated skin. He shivers, hands leaving you to rip his shirt up over his head. You bite your lip, your neck getting hot as he does the same with yours. Slower, gentler and almost reverently as he underssed you until you were both bare.

Your hand traveled down his abdomen, brushing against the tip of his erect cock. His nostrals flared as your hand drifted further, wrapping around his shaft. Your thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his pearly white precum. You pumped him gently, your right hand focused on the tip as you massaged him. He was somewhat hunched over you, arms caging you in on both sides of the bed. You let go of him for a moment to steer him onto his back on the bed with you on your stomach between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his shaft.

You looked straight into his glazed hazel eyes as you took the base of his shaft into your mouth. Your tounge swirling as you sucked. A gutteral sound escaped his throat and his hands gripped the sheets,heels digging into the mattress. You smirked slightly, you always loved pulling sounds like that out of him.

Your mouth traveled up and down until his cock was slick and shining from your spit, his body growing tenser and tenser as his orgasm built. Suddenly he pulled you off of his cock, pulling your lips to his again with a growl, manuvering you to roll under him as he hovers above you. He gripped his wet cock, rubbing it over your clit and entrance teasingly. You moan and buck your hips as he rubs the tip up and down between your folds. Half of you wanted him to never stop doing what he was doing, the feeling of his cock dragging over your clit felt amazing, the other half wanted him to plow into you. You whined at the intensity of the sensations. "You like that?" He murmured. You nodd franticlly. "Have to remember that." He murmurs before slowly sinking into you. Your breath caught, savoring the feeling of being filled so deliciously. Your eyes squeesed shut. His fingers caught your chin. "Feel good darlin'?"

You nodded, brain too hazy to form coherent words. You opened your eyes and shuttered as he shifted inside you. You gripped his shoulders and pushed him to sit back against the wall as you sat on top of his lap, cock still buried deep inside of you. Your hands rest on his shoulders, one of your hands coming to rest against his cheek as you slowly started to move your hips, milking his cock.

His mouth drops open slightly, hands landing to rest on your hips and all he can do is watch your breasts move along with your labored breathing. After a few minutes his head bangs back against the wall, hands gripping your hips tighter as his eyes clench shut, and hot streams of cum exploding inside of you. You gasp, the twitching and warmth of his cock paired with your thrusts causing your orgasm to rip through you, almost violently.

As you both come down from. The high, You both still, your breathing stilling as he softens inside you, and you climb off. He lays down beside you, arm wrapping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your brow.

"Im sorry." He says into the darkness. You shake your head "your everything to me, Len. Everything." You say before you both settle in, falling asleep.

Fin.

[bardicphooka]

SinnerTale Chapter 11

You find a piece of paper next to Frisk. They sit there, hugging their knees. Not willing to move or read what you have found. Luckily the paper is face up. It reads, *Final Notes: Sans. “Chara! Chara!” Sans called excitedly, “Look what I found!” She turned to him to admire his small shellfish. A clam If she had to guess. He smiled at her through his mop of unkempt hair. Pail cheeks, rosie from the run. “COOL!” She shouted, “Can we eat it!” excitedly jumping up and down, she smiled. “No! Hes my pet. I will call him Rock.” Pulling rock away, Sans let it float behind him on a wave of blue magic. As a human child, Sans was quite bright. Gifted in magic as his father before him. A father I may add, that has recently come back from the dead. Back then, I was afraid to share this secret with my boys. It was never very easy. As I have said, Sans always was a bright child. “Hey, Dad. Can Chara come over for super?” Calling from the door, he ran with his new pet. Chara coming up on him fast, Jumping to catch the clam. “Sans! Come on! You know I love clams!” “Get your own clams! The beach is right back there!” Chuckling from the kitchen, I had already steamed some seafood. If my tongue had not been rotting, I would have called them to the table. Luckily for me, Papyrus was was also incredibly observant. “SUPPER’s READY!” His little voice squeaked at them, “ITs SPAGHETTI!” “You always say it spaghetti, Papyrus,” Chara teased, sitting next to Pap at the table. Such a sweet girl she was. Once. “Dad? Is your voice acting up again?” Suspicious. He always asked me that with suspicion in his eyes. Born of concern I would imagine. I could not answer him at the time. I doubt that helped things. ‘Yes, Sans. My throat is sore again.’ I signed to him, ‘Before supper, you should put your pour clam in some sea water. You don’t want him to die do you?’ “Oh! Yeah.” Stumbling to the door, he grabbed a bucket. Using his magic to scoop up water with it, faster than he could have physically, “There you go, Rock. Sorry about that. ’Good work Sans! Your magic is improving!’ Smiling at the complement he put the bucket down, “Come sit.” The three of them where inseparable. Playing games. Practicing magic. Though Chara could not use it herself, she loved to learn. Often playing the doge game,with the boy’s projected magic. Just to be clear, I did not approve of that game. To risky for my tastes. The grey hairs that game caused me alone! Not to mention many little heart attacks. I think thats why I lost most of my hair. The dead don’t usually shed their hair, but I digress. This next part I only know because of how we are. As the Revenant that ‘birthed’ my children. I was able to access their final moments while I resurrected them. Sans’s final moments break my heart to this day. I couldn’t have known what would come.* ‘I wouldn’t read those If I where you. They might be bad news.’ 1)Read anyway? *Continue Chapter 11* 2)........................ *Skip to Chapter 12* 1) Read anyway. Papyrus made little platforms of magic over the river water. Before he could even try to step on the fading platforms, Sans panicked. Whisking his brother up away from the water, hugging him tightly, “Pap! You know not to play in the water with out me!” “I wasnt in water, I was—” “It still counts. Ice counts, right?” Pouting, Papyrus sighed, “Neyh!” “Hello boys.” Snatching Papyrus from San’s arms, Throwing Sans’s to the ground; A tall Bearded man smirked, “ Mind If I hold him?” Struggling to his feet, Sans rushed forward. Covering his mouth was a large, filthy hand. Struggling further caused a crushing grip. “ So. You are the monster’s sons.” Cooed a feminine voice thick with dark satisfaction, “ You my dear boy, are just old enough. What timing.” Pushing a tuft of Sans’s hair out of his face, She sneered, “ What a fitting sacrifice.” Gasping, Chara Stood. Petrified. A loosening grip allowed Sans enough room to bite the hand. Mouth filling with blood, he heard Chara scream. Dropping Papyrus, The burly man went after Chara who promptly kicked him in the balls. Rushing to papyrus, Chara stopped briefly. Staring at Sans. He didn’t have to tell her to go get Gaster, With tears in her eyes, she picked Up Papyrus and Ran. A large smelly hand, cracked against his head until he let go. Spitting up the blood in his mouth her feel to the ground, “ You fucking brat.” Picking him up off the ground by his arm, The man felt San’s arm snap. Shooting through him like hot coals, the pain was unbearable. Screaming out he clutched at the dirt or his arm. The tears made it hard to see. “WHAT did you DO!” Cried the burly man, “We cant use him now!” “ I didn’t do that!” stammering the filthy one added, �� His arm just fucking snapped.” “ This sacrifice will not do. The monsters prefer cleanly killed meat.” Said the woman coldly, “ Kill him. We must find the other one. Herald, You come with me. There is more than one way to catch a rat.” The filthy one stayed behind and destroyed my son. Cracking his ribs with each kick. All while he begged the man to stop. Eventually the man did, and Sans thought perhaps he was to be spared. “ You know kid,” breathing a disappointed sigh, “ I have a little boy, just like you.” Shaking on the ground, Sans lifted his gaze to meet the mans cold eyes, “Please,” He coughed, “ Stop,” He struggled to breath through his own blood. It flowing down the back of his throat, it chocked my boy. His. Own. Blood. “ I just want you to understand. This here, it ain’t personal. I would do the same to anyone,” Chilling darkness crept through his smile while he snapped San’s neck. When Chara came running in with Papyrus, I was reading a book. A book. My boy was dead and I was reading a book. Papyrus crying loudly over her frantic voice. His face bruised and a little scrapped. All I could hear was, “ They are coming.” Taking my little papyrus, I could not sign at her. Summoning hands made of magic, I signed, ‘Slow down, Chara. I can’t understand you.’ “ They have Sans! They where chasing us and-” Wordlessly, I grabbed her hand and teleported as far away as I could, “ Chara, I need you to watch over Papyrus.” I croaked over my rotting tongue. She could barely hear me. so again I signed, ‘You will be safe here, where is sans.’ “ We where playing hide and seek by the river! I’m Scared.” Trembling, “ I don’t know if I can..I-” ‘Chara, I need you to watch Papyrus for me. I must get Sans. If I don’t come back, wait until dark and follow that one star I showed you. It will take you home.’ I barely waited long enough to see her nod. With in a moment I was following the river, Calling. I had 20 minutes of hope. 20 minutes to dare hope. As the 21st minute passed, I found him. The filthy one, standing over my son. “Sans!” I croaked out, taring the tissues in my throat. The tare rendering my verbal rage incomprehensible to the filthy one. Laughing while he turned to me. “Look at that kid? Your daddy’s upright.” Lenard. The Filthy one. My murder. In the face of my rage, even my son fell way. I summoned magical rotting bones from my soul. sharp and broken, as mine had been. Dripping over him with a grotesque black ooze. My foul decaying fluids. One by one they surrounded him. Cutting through his leg as it tripped him. I felt his flesh shred on my magic and I savored the feeling. My eyes glowing a threatening, life ending red. Flailing forth, he fell. Clutching his leg as he rolled in the dirt. Begging me for mercy. If I had known what I know now, I would not have given it to him. Severing his spine just right, I ended his suffering. The rage relinquishing its singular hold on me. Moments passed before I remembered what I was there for. Rushing in the distance I could hear the river. Pounding in my head was not the sound of my blood. It was the memory of Chara, Running into my parlor. for a moment all I could hear was the river. ‘where is Sans?’ When she saw me carrying his broken mangled body, Chara ran. Chosen as the next sacrifice, as I found out much later.* With a heavy sigh, Chara picks up the paper, “ I told you it was bad news. I will flip the page if you want to read the rest. ” 1) Nod yes.*Continue Chapter 11* 2) no thanks*Skip to Chapter 12* 1) Nod Yes. Sighing again, Chara reads the note to you. Allowing you sit beside her her to read along, she begins reading. Final notes: Papyrus. *Papyrus had been bitten by something near the river and had a terrible fever. In my grief, I made a tough call. Picking up Papyrus, I left Sans where he lay. Fleeing up the mountain where no one would follow. I found a place to hide away between some rocks. Built a shelter and boiled him some herbs. Though not Ideal, It helped him sleep. “Hello.” Jumping to my feet I went to cast magic. None came. “Relax, Mister. I am the one who brought you back.” she spoke softly, this scaled woman. Her tail long and yellow, “ I heard him crying earlier. Your son I presume. Do you mind if I ask his name?” ‘ His name is, Papyrus.’ “ Thats an unusual name.” ‘ Im a not great at names.’ “ You act like youve seen a monster before.” ‘Every day in the mirror,’ I shot back, “ Thanks to you.” “ I see.” calmly she replied, “ Its not a bad thing you know. You could already use magic. You may have had monster blood in your vein long before my experiment. I think thats why you came back.” ‘Could you do it again?’ I asked staring coldly. Far more coldly than I had ment. Far more coldly then I felt. My face incapable of displaying my cocktail of mixed emotions. Without hesitation she told me, “ I could. Why do you ask?” ‘They killed him.’ “Your son? No mister. He is here beside you. If you are having side effects, I should really take a better look at you in my lab.” ‘No. My eldest son....’ She helped me. Doctor, Jane Alphys. Helped me nurse my Papyrus back to health. Helped me carry my broken son up the mountain and taught me how to save him. However. “We need a human soul.” ‘Take mine.’ “I could, but your not human. We’ve discussed that. Besides, I dont want to lose my newest lab assistant.” She chuckled. I failed to see the humor in my offer, “ They can be hard to come by, What with the coming war and all.” “War?” “With the humans. The king is trying to negotiate but peace talks are breaking down,” “I have never heard of a coming war.” “Your community is quite far away from the capital, Im not surprised.” The war broke out within weeks of my son’s passing. Scouring the battle fields, we looked for human souls. Treating monsters who suffered. I found the ladder more pressing. Taking off on my own seemed the right thing to do, After all. What did I know about healing monsters. A good crack on the head set me straight. I barely remember killing the woman. After my skull cracked, I blacked out. Coming too with her blood on my hands. Years and my baby boy passed before we could find the first soul. “we have to remove his flesh Gaster.” ‘no.’ “Do you want him to experience the rotting you go through?” ‘NO.’ swinging my hands around wildly I signed to fast, ‘Thats sick! Hes a child! I cant—” Lets just say there was some profanity and leave it at that. In the end she benched me. Horrified and filled with regret, I waited. Waited for the time I was to act. To preform the ritual that would bring my son back a revenant. Awful though it was, My heart lept when my son opened his eyes and began to cry. I held my little Papyrus again like the day he was born. Before we could find another, we where banished form the surface. Jane Alphys, died aiding our escape. Helping move my boys to safety, one last time. For sans, I took a soul that had fallen into the underground. Doing what had to be done for my son’s sanity, on my own. Luckily the ritual mended his bones. However, His health has suffered form the damage regardless. After some testing, I have come to recognize the soul I used for Sans, To be Chara.* “Huh. Well. Im going to sleep.” Laying down to rest, Chara wipes a single tear form her eye. However, it could have been a tear of sleep from her mammoth sized yawn. You can not tell. In the distance you can see a skeleton, covered in dark black ooze. Faintly, you can smell the rancid reek of death. Sour and earthy with overtones of rotten meat. The figure appears to be watching you.