"Maybe you should lay off those hotdogs hot stuff." You were picking up a few hotdogs at the closest lunch cart for yourself, Sans and Pap, only to be approached by a man who had a little too much to say about you. "I mean, I'd still stick it up your ass, but maybe you should think about skipping a meal or three."

You just glare at him and adjust your shirt as the cashier handed you your change. She glared at the man also.

"Hey jerk! Buy a dog or get out of the way!" The man flipped us the finger as he walked away grumbling and the girl behind the counter handed you the boat with the three hotdogs. "I'm sorry about that. People have been getting worse ever since the monsters came up."

"Yeah I can see why some people would be on edge, but that's no excuse to be an asshole." She gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Exactly. I mean, I personally love the monsters. They have such interesting stories when they come by for lunch. It's not fair how some treat them."

"Thank you for being so open minded. It means a lot to us." She raised one eyebrow.

"Us?" You blush, remembering not all humans recognize you like the monsters do.

"I'm the Ambassador for the monsters. I was the one who helped break the barrier, but not many civilians know who I am."

"Wait no way! That's amazing! I should be thanking you!" You give her a bright grin and continue talking for a few more minutes. You beat the lunch rush by a few minutes, so when you saw hoards of people coming towards the cart, you knew to make your exit. You turned back to wave to the girl before heading home.

You push the door open with your hip, your hands filled with mystery meat in hot buns. You put the dogs in the kitchen and went back to close the door.

"Pap! Sans! I'm back and I brought some lunch!" You learned early on that they don't technically need to eat like you do, but enjoy foods anyway. You hear scrambling from another room and suddenly Papyrus was in the doorway, panting slightly.

They also didn't need to breathe, but found themselves mimicking the motions without really thinking about it.

"Thank you dear Human! You always think of us!" A large comic tear clung to his left eye and you giggled at his over exaggeration. Just as he was to reach for the hot dog of his choice, a smaller set of bones snatched it away. "BROTHER! Why do you always take the food I want?"

"Because…" Sans took a large bite and chewed. Pap waited for an answer, and you felt more laughter bubble up as you realize what game the smaller skeleton was playing.

"Because why Brother?"

"Cuz. It's funny to watch you bust a nut over it."

"Bust a- Brother! That doesn't even make sense. I have no human genitalia to 'bust' as you do delicately say." Sans choked on his lunch.

"Wait who told you…" Now it was Pap's turn to look smug.

"I, the Great Papyrus, have been reading up on Humans! Their history! Their anatomy! Their slang terms! The Great Papyrus is MASTER OF THE ME-MES!" You spit out the bite of hot dog you had in your mouth in favor of laughing so hard tears come out of your eyes.

"Me-mes? Bro… you have so much to learn…" Sans just looked at his brother with disappointed mirth. You stop laughing abruptly. You were laughing so hard you felt the rolls of fat on our stomach jiggle, and it made you remember what that guy said.

"Human…?" Papyrus' voice snapped you from your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You were spacing out there kiddo. Everything alright?" You shake your head and place the rest of your lunch back on the food boat. You barely ate half.

"Yeah! I just remembered there was something I had to write up really quick for the next meeting I have to attend. I'll be right back. It shouldn't take me more than ten minutes." The brothers watched you leave the kitchen, exchanging raised eyebrows and skeptical frowns.

Back in your room, you pulled your laptop out from under your bed. You kept it there when you were charging it so you didn't accidentally step on it. Opening up a blank word document, you began typing an intro for the speaker to use for you and Asgore at the next meeting.

"Our next speakers are visionaries in their goals to integrate monsters into the human way of life. They are pleased to be granted the opportunity to show everyone their dreams and goals. The first speaker will recount her adventures in the Underground, and explain in detail why it should be easy to begin the integration process if the humans are willing to cooperate. Then the king of the Monsters, Asgore, will speak on behalf of the monsters as a whole."

You pause your typing to read over what you have and decided it was good enough. It was the fifth or sixth speech like this you'd given since coming to the surface, and you knew by now that the introduction really had no impact on the audience. It's all in the actual presentation.

Hitting save, you sent a quick email to the human in charge of the meeting and go to close your lap top. You glanced up and your reflection caught your eye. Since you were sitting on your bed, legs crossed, you were hunched over a little, a habit you knew you should correct but you just don't notice it until it was too late. You could see your stomach folding over the waist band of your pants, and you felt a twinge in your chest.

Opening the internet back up, you started searching things, like models and smaller waist lines and happy looking women who were easily a two in jeans, unlike yourself. You don't know how you got to this site, but all you saw were comments saying nasty things like "Unless you're skinny, no one will love you." And "If you can't starve yourself, you have no self-control." You didn't like the taste it left on your tongue, so you close the tabs and power down your computer. You were done working for the day. Slipping it back under your bed, you headed back downstairs.

Papyrus was telling Sans about what happened today when he went for his run with Undyne in the local park.

"The children thought we were super cool! Can you believe it Brother? I, the Great Papyrus, thought of as cool by an army of small human children!" You could practically see the stars shining in his eyes. As you descended the stairs, you felt Sans' eyes trained on you.

"Welcome back Kiddo. Have fun?" His eye sparkled with a mischievous glint. You stuck your tongue out at him, and he used his powers to summon his own tongue, just to stick it out right back at you.

"Oh you know it. Work really gets me off." It's a game the two of you play, or maybe a contest. You saw how long you could go, making innuendos at each other until Papyrus finally caught on. So far the record was almost two hours.

"Human! Mettaton texted me this strange encrypted message! Help me decode it quickly!"

"u,,, me,,, tonight? ;3" You could see why Pap found it confusing. Mettaton tended to be mostly proper with his texting, but you knew he was playing a game with your dear friend, and who were you to ruin his fun?

"Well Pap…" You handed the phone back and smiled sweetly at him. "It sounds like Mettaton has something very special planned for you this evening! I wouldn't leave him waiting."

Papyrus jumped into the air and raced up to his room, yelling something about being a good boyfriend and bringing some flowers to their special date. Sans stood next to you and chuckled. It was a relief to everyone when he moved past his protective stage. He finally accepted that Mettaton and Papyrus loved each other and the robot knew how to treat his dear brother.

Now the two of you can laugh along with Mettaton over Pap's inability to notice sexual innuendoes.

You felt his eyes on you again. You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, and you were right. The lights in his eye sockets were trained on you. You blush a little, wondering why he was staring at you.

Maybe he's thinking the same thing that guy from the hotdog stand was thinking.

You tense at the though and adjusted your shirt again, suddenly a thousand times more self-conscious about the way the fabric was clinging to your sides.

"W-why don't we put on a movie or something?" Ever since coming to the surface, you were more than happy to show the brother's all your favorite movies, how much diversity in the entertainment world there was. No offense to Mettaton.

"Sure Kid. How about a scary movie?" You shudder and shoot him a look. He knew you despised horror movies. Even before you fell into the Underground you were squeamish about jump scares. After everything you went though, it was even worse. "Oh come on please? I know you don't dig them, but since Pap isn't going to be here I want to watch something spooky. I know you can handle it better than him."

"Are you kidding? Pap's able is to sit through scary things. I'm the baby here." He winks at you and moves to stand right next to you.

"Yeah he can sit though them, but you don't come to my room at three AM crying about faceless ladies and broken televisions for a week straight. Besides, I'll be here for you if you get scared. You can hold me all you want." He gave you another cheesy wink, and you caved. You couldn't resist his puppy dog eyes.

"Good bye dear Brother! Dear Human! I am off to my date with Mettaton. I do not know what time I'll be back tonight…"

"I don't think you'll be back anytime tonight bro." He gave a grin, the kind that says he's hiding something all for the sake of a joke, but Pap misses it.

"OH! Do you think he has a sleepover planned? What a wonderful boyfriend I have!" Sans snickers behind a hand and waves at his brother, who slams the door shut with enthusiasm. Thankfully he didn't break it.

"Come on Kid. I have the perfect one in mind." You groan internally, trying to prepare yourself for some bad times. You sit on your side of the couch, already clutching a blanket for dear life. You pulled your legs up onto the couch and got comfortable as Sans clanked around in the kitchen. He came out carrying a big bowl and had two cups floating behind him.

"Sans… that's a lot of popcorn don't you think?" He looked down at the bowl, surprised.

"This is how much I usually make for our movie nights. Besides, you really didn't eat lunch so I figured you'd be hungry." He settled on his half of the couch and placed the bowl in his lap, letting the cups float to the respective movie goer.

"I'm not really that hungry today." He gave you a strange look but didn't say anything. Pressing play, you prepared yourself for the worst.

Within the first five minutes, two people were brutally murdered. It wasn't the obviously fake blood that scared you. You saw plenty of real blood on your adventure. No, it was the villain appearing behind the victim at the last second before actually doing the killing.

It happened again. The teenage girl spun around but there was nothing there. When she turned back, there was suddenly a figure behind her. You couldn't hold back a scream, and you felt rather than heard Sans chuckling at your reaction.

"It's not that scary."

"But there was nothing there! Then there was! What the hell kind of creature just appears out of nowhere?" You didn't see him flinch, but you did notice a tight chuckle.

"Yeah, those damn teleporters. Can't trust the lot of them."

"That's not what I meant! You can't trust humans, especially those that can appear out of nowhere." He hummed, in agreement or acknowledgement you had no clue, but he didn't say anything. You took that as your cue to focus once again on the movie, slowly bringing the blanket up to your face as if it would protect you.

You didn't feel it at first, you were too focused on trying not to scream every time something popped up on screen, but near the end, when the killer was caught, you felt eyes boring holes into your body. You turn to look at Sans, who doesn't look away.

A hand was placed on your upper thigh. Your first thought was he missed your knee because of the blanket. It made sense, of course he would want to comfort you when you were so worked up. But that didn't explain the light blue across his face.

It was obvious he hadn't been paying any attention to the movie, but why would he be looking at you? You raise one eyebrow at him, and his hand inches up your leg. You jump and squeak, not sure what to do.

"T-that's my thigh, not my knee." He grins at you, but not in a joking way.

"I know."

"T-then what are you…?" You didn't finish your sentence, because Sans moved until he was positioned over you. He brought his face close to yours and you were frozen in place. He pressed his face to yours in what you assumed was a kiss. He pulled away, but stayed hovering over you, hands on either side of your shoulders.

"I… uh…" He seemed just as flustered as you, but your mind was swimming so fast you really couldn't comprehend what just happened. He liked you? Or…? The second option sent ice down your spine. Of course he was pranking you. Of course…

"Why would you do that?" He pulled back at your icy tone.

"B-because… I thought…" You pulled your blanket tighter around yourself, trying to keep the bitter tears from messing up your makeup.

"You thought it would be funny?" He made a noise in the back of his throat. "Well it wasn't funny. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Good night."

You tried to stand, but his hand caught your wrist as you were about to leave. You risked a glace back at him and was confused. He looked horrified, his eye sockets twice their usual size and his mouth in a twisted grimace.

"You think I'm tricking you?" He sounded broken, his voice cracking at the end.

"Why else would you do that? It's not like you could actually like me." He recoiled as if he had been slapped, and you became even more confused. He never acted like this when he was called out on a joke.

"I…"

"Look, if you're done, I really am tired. I have to start packing tomorrow." You made to leave again but he made another noise, this one a little different.

"No wait! Please wait. I… it wasn't a joke. I swear." You felt your heart beat speed up.

"Of course it was a joke." It frightened you a little, how dead you sounded.

"It wasn't!" He was getting hysterical. "I'm being serious. Why do you think I would joke about something like this?"

"Because. I'm not attractive in the slightest. Of course it's just a joke that you'd like me like that. No one in their right mind would find me pretty." You sounded so sure of what you were saying, and it broke his heart.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt and tugged it, making you take a step closer to him. He dropped his hand and let if find yours.

"That's… that's not a funny joke kid…" It was your turn to be confused. "Of course I think you're attractive! How could I not?"

"Just look at me! My… everything jiggles. I'm fat. Even that asshole today saw it. He was right." You began talking more to yourself than Sans. "Maybe I should start skipping some meals. I mean, everyone else is getting married, getting into relationships. Maybe if I was thinner, I would be able to find someone too…"

Sans was horrified. Horrified that you thought that about yourself. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight, despite your efforts to escape. You didn't want to deal with this tonight.

"I think you're beautiful. You're like nothing the Underground has ever seen before. Nothing I've ever seen before. You say you're fat? I say you're soft, and I love it." His hand reached up the front of your shirt, gently stroking the skin around your belly button. The chill of his bones mixed with the feeling of the ghosting touch made you shiver.

"The way you fill out your clothes makes me want to keep you locked up, just to protect you from anyone who'd want to take advantage of you. Your curves drive me insane." His fingers trailed along your side, letting them press into the softness gently. You let out a hiss of air, which he took as encouragement. "I adore everything about you. I adore the way your cheeks and nose scrunch, I adore the way you're toes turn in when you're standing."

He let his hands trail up both your sides, relishing in how your skin warmed his fingers, how it had a slight give unlike his rock hard bones. A shiver went down his spine as he stroked the back of your neck. You let out a light moan that doesn't get past him.

Sans looks you in the eye, and you knew without a doubt that he was telling the truth. You had never seen such raw adoration in someone's face before, save maybe Pap's when he was with Mettaton. He removed his hands from your shirt and you tried to hold back a whine. He caressed your face and gave you a gentle smile.

"Sans… do you want me to…?" You trail off, face turning bright red. You're unable to even continue the thought due to embarrassment. He raised one 'eyebrow' and gave you a look that implored you to continue. "Should… I take off my shirt?"

You quickly closed your eyes, too afraid to see his reaction. Would he be repulsed? Would he think you're disgusting? You were inexperienced with all of this. You were practically a child when you fell, and it had only been about two years since you finally escaped the Underground and broke the barrier. You weren't actually a child, that's for sure, but experience wise you might as well be.

Sans was silent, and you wanted to cry. Of course, you had to go and open your big mouth. He probably hates you now. You felt fingers on your face, urging you to open your eyes, but you refused. You were afraid. Something smooth pressed against your lips, and your eyes flew open instinctively. Sans kissed you again.

His face was as bright as the sun, a deep blush covering his whole face and a thousand watt grin aimed at you. You suddenly felt your insecurities take the back seat as he kissed you again.

"Only if you're comfortable with it." You could tell he wanted you too, if the fact he was almost vibrating didn't give it away, but you were beyond touched that he was willing to put your feelings before his own wants. You give him a shaky smile and pull the shirt up over your head.

You watched as his eyes soaked in the sight before him. You were still below him slightly, one of his knees in between your thighs, the other foot flat on the ground. His eyes grew even wider, if that was possible, and you were shocked. He was honestly in awe at the sight of you.

He gave you a look, asking for permission, and you nod at him. Without any more hesitation, his hands began exploring your stomach, your breasts, your sides. His hand ran up the length of your spine, feeling each vertebrae poking through your skin. His fingers brushed the hem of your pants, but he didn't try to take them off, something you were very grateful for.

"God you're beautiful." He breathed into your neck, his tongue licking the skin lightly. Goosebumps covered all your exposed skin, and the feeling of his hands, his tongue, caused you to shiver in anticipation.

His hand traveled back to your waist band and snapped the elastic, causing you to flinch. He saw and pulled back, looking worried.

"Are you okay?" You wanted to nod, wanted him to keep going, but you couldn't stop shaking. It wasn't in arousal anymore. You just couldn't stop shaking. You managed a small shake of the head, and he seemed okay with it. He pulled the blanket over your mostly bare torso and wrapped it around your shoulders. He pulled you close to him and you felt your shaking slow.

"It's okay. I'll stop. Don't worry. It's okay." He used his powers to put on another movie so he didn't have to move you. You didn't pay attention to what it was, you were too focused on how the light of the TV illuminated the lines of his skull, how the lights in his eyes would flick from the screen to your face and back again, something disappearing completely.

Your shaking had stopped completely, the comfort of having a warm arm around you the best reassurance you could ever have.

Your mind was swimming. He liked you. He thought you were beautiful. And it wasn't a joke.

Smiling, you snuggled closer to him, feeling his arm tighten around you. He liked you.

And you liked him.

So I got a nice guest review saying I was their favorite Undertale writer, and they enjoyed comfort fics more than anything, so I decided to write more! This was supposed to be just for me, but when I saw that review I decided to change Love Yourself from a one-shot to a series of individual chapters, all centering around comfort and accepting yourself.

I have no clue how many chapters there will be, but there will be more than just these two. If anyone had any ideas for a comfort story, let me know and I'll gladly write it up.

Until next time.

~Starlight