You finally awoke.
Regret seemed to swallow you whole as you finally put your mind to use.
Well, regret and pain.
Throbbing pain.
You had a hangover.
Great.
You felt nauseous, like you'd throw up right then and there.
Thankfully, you held your stomach enough so that you kept your dinner from last night.
What even happened last night?
You threw the duvet off of yourself, but you stayed in your same spot, unwilling to move. You were so tired. Your head was pounding, your legs were sore, your mouth tasted dry, of faint bourbon, and... was that ketchup?
You swore you hadn't had ketchup in forever, so why were you tasting it—
Oh.
That's when it came rushing back.
You weren't in your own room.
You had kissed Sans—
Well, you had made out with Sans.
Was that it?
Why were you in his room then?
Oh, god.
That wasn't it.
Little slivers of last night pinned your memory, but nothing complete.
You hooked up with him.
He fucked you senseless.
He ruined you last night.
And you were loving it.
You shot straight up in his bed; your cheeks burned a hot blush. You looked down to see you were wearing nothing. You were bare naked in a stranger's home.
You silently sat, cursing yourself heavily in your head.
A one night stand?!
You've never done that before!
Oh, god!
You held your head in your palms, and that's when your anxiety kicked in.
Your breathing quickened, a result of the straining in your throat. Tears sprung to your eyes, and you started whispering little things to yourself.
"Oh, god, oh, shit! What were you thinking, you idiot?! Why don't you use your brain for once?! My, god, you just got out of a relationship, for Pete's sake! You dumbass! Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god—"
A light knock on the door shut you up quick. You had even stopped breathing.
You didn't respond, in fear of who it might've been or how your voice might've sounded.
After another moment, you heard a voice.
"you're supposed to say 'who's there?'"
Despite your anxiety, you answered.
"Um, w-who's there?" When you spoke, you noticed your real voice sounded raspy, and sort of shot.
Screaming. You were moaning and wailing last night. He drove you straight over the edge, and you were voicing every little thing he did to you.
Idiot. You fucking slut. Your throat is sore from moaning too much?
"snow."
"Snow who?"
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A New Light (UT!SANS X READER)
FanfictionA one night stand with a stranger lands you in a whirlpool of regret after your boyfriend of three years decides to cheat on you. As a barista of a local coffee shop who knows a lot of faces, it becomes awkward when that certain stranger sees you in...
