Your hand tightens around Sans. You had been so happy when he finally asked you out, your months down in the Underground filled with flirting and coy glances. A year after the barrier broke, he finally got the guts to ask you, after you confessed of course.

Walking through the park had always been one of your favorite things to do with your best friend turned boyfriend, but now you were more conscious of the people around you. You had always noticed the glares from the humans, mostly the older ones, but you were able to ignore them.

It was the other looks that made your hands tense up. The sidelong glances, the fluttering eyelashes whenever he talked to anyone. Your heart began to hurt as you saw how the girl selling the sandwiches was twirling her finger in her long curly hair. Her eyelashes looked fake, but amazingly attractive nonetheless.

She was skinny and beautiful, and you felt like trash next to her. You glance at Sans from the corner of your eye and quickly looked away when you saw he was looking back at you.

"What kind of sandwich are you hungry for babe?" He stopped calling you 'kiddo' before the barrier even broke. You glanced guiltily at the menu and ordered something simple. Your stomach wasn't feeling up to anything special.

Sans gave you a strange smile and ordered his own sandwich, handing the girl some bills and taking the receipt. You noticed something written on the bottom of the receipt and felt your chest clench. Sans noticed your look and saw the numbers written in curly hand writing. He grimaced and made a huge show of tossing the paper into the trash.

"Don't worry about her sweetheart. I've never been a fan of the plastic looking kind." He tried giving you a reassuring smile but the feeling of dread stayed.

The same girl came over to deliver the sandwiches and you could feel her glare as she approached. Sans – bless his soul – noticed the tension and reached across to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers lightly brush your cheek as he pulled away.

"Oh look! Our foods here babe." He pulled away from you just in time to give the sandwich girl a shit-eating grin. She let her flirty smirk melt into a scowl as he dropped the plates unceremoniously on the table. "What's got her panties in a twist?"

You snort a little, his more raunchy humor always your favorite. That was actually what got you two so close in the beginning. He had made a dick joke under his breath, but you heard it and laughed so hard you started crying. You became thick as thieves after that.

"Thanks for lunch Sans." You smile into your meal. He chuckled and waved your compliment off.

"You covered my last shift because I just didn't want to go. I owe you at least four. Besides…" He leaned across the table and placed his forehead on yours. "I just like spoiling my babe."

You couldn't keep the blush from your face, so you shoved a huge bite into your mouth to avoid saying anything embarrassing. Sans chuckled and went back to eating his lunch. You could still feel the girl's eyes boring holes into the back of your head, but you were too happy to care right now.

You wanted to go home. Sans had asked you to go to a party with him and, even though you didn't like being around people, you couldn't stand the thought of making Sans stay home when he really wanted to go. He said it was no big deal, that he would stay with you instead, but you knew how badly he wanted to go.

The look on his face when you agreed made up for it, at the time. He was so happy…

You sigh at the memory as you look around the party, not really recognizing anyone. Sans told you to wait there, he would be right back with something to drink. You hoped it was something alcoholic because there was no way you would be able to relax in the slightest without something.

You saw the short skeleton through the crowd and took a step towards him. Then you stopped. You saw a girl talking to him, a girl whose skirt was shorter than your shirt, whose heels were higher than her GPA and whose breasts were so far out of her shirt you were afraid they might actually burst. And the most concerning part was how Sans was reacting.

He was talking to her, but he had a light blush across his face, his eye lights looking anywhere but her boobs. You felt tears in your eyes.

Of course he would be nervous around her. She's so much prettier than me. I could never look like that. I guess that's the kind of girl Sans really wants… why would he ever look at me? Why would he ever want me when it was so obvious he could have anyone he wanted? I'm not good enough for him… I'm not-

"Babe? What's wrong?" Sans was in front of you, a red cup in both hands. He looked so concerned, you were taken aback. You felt something drip onto your neck and place a hand to your cheek. You were crying? Sans placed the cups on a nearby surface and wiped your cheeks, his fingers smearing some of the black eyeliner.

"I-it's nothing Sansy." You gave a weak smile, but he frowned more.

"Obviously not. What happened? Did someone say something to you? Tell me who and I'll teach them a lesson." His eye started to glow a tad and you quickly reassured him that no one said anything to you to make you cry.

"I'll tell you later okay? Let's just enjoy the party." He hesitated, obviously wanting to know right that minute, but you gave him a slightly stronger smile and peck him on the cheek. "Say, what did you bring me?"

"Um… just some sprite and cherry vodka. I figured it was fruity enough for you." He smirked and you took a sip from the cup. He was right. Not too girly, but plenty fruity for you to down without a problem.

"You know me so well Sansy." You finish your cup and place it back on the surface – it was a bookshelf with all the book piled up onto one area to leave room for cups – before taking his boney hand. "Let's dance."

You had forgotten how much fun it was to dance with Sans, especially after getting a few drinks into you. His hands slid down your hips as you twisted to and fro, arms above your head. You let out a laugh as he pinched your ass playfully and wrapped your arms around his neck. At the song change, you realized just how badly you had to pee.

Excusing yourself, you asked some more sober looking girls if they knew where the bathroom was. Thanking them and complimenting their dresses, you headed upstairs to the bathroom that shouldn't have used condoms in the tub, according to the girls.

The bathroom upstairs was surprisingly intact, just a few empty red cups tossed in the small trashcan next to the sink. You quickly relieve yourself and wash your hands before looking into the mirror.

Your makeup was a little smudged, probably from your slight breakdown at the beginning of the party, but also from sweating while dancing. You wiped away most of the smudging, trying to leave what little eyeliner there was left in one piece. Your cheeks were flushed from dancing, so you just pat your cheeks with cold hands and smile at the mirror.

From downstairs you hear a loud crash and laughter. A sudden bad feeling nestled itself in the pit of your stomach. Making sure you still had your phone in your pocket, you ran a hand through your hair before turning off the lights and heading back downstairs.

When you got to the bottom of the staircase, you saw what the crash was. The girl from earlier had been dancing on the table by the looks of things. She was standing on the table at least, and it broke, causing her to fall forward…

Directly onto Sans.

She was curled up in his lap, arms thrown around his neck, laughing hysterically. He was laughing just as hard, his hands still around her waist from when he caught her. You watched as her hands stroked the back of his skull and grind her hips into his a little.

You were frozen in the spot. You knew he had nothing to do with it, but it didn't seem like he was doing anything to stop the situation. The sound of someone whistling at the two of them snapped you out of your stupor. Sans lazily looked around to see who whistled, but ended up making eye contact with you instead.

His look of drunken amusement vanished instantly, replaced with concern mixed with horror. He tried to get up, but the girl refused to move. You managed to move yourself, however, and walked right out of the house. You didn't run or scream. You just walked away.

The cold night air clears your head enough to notice your surroundings. You were in a rich neighborhood about ten minutes from your house. Blinking back tears, you start walking in the direction of your own neighborhood, your thoughts taking over again.

He liked that. He liked having her on his lap. She probably didn't crush him like you do. He would rather have a girl like that on his lap than someone like you. He brought you to this party to show you what kind of girl he would rather have. You were never good enough for him. He never really liked you. It was all a game to him. A joke.

He could never love someone like you. Maybe if you were pretty and skinny like that girl. Maybe then he would love you, but he could never love you the way you are now. He could never love you. He would never love you. He never loved you.

A sob ripped through your chest, making you stumble. Something caught you, but you didn't care to look. You struggled, trying to escape whoever was holding you. You couldn't make out what they were saying at first, too concerned about getting away to care.

"- babe please! Look at me! Babe you need to breathe!" Sans was holding your arms down, keeping you from throwing your hands out and hitting him or yourself.

"S-sans?" You gasped through your tears. His face showed instant relief that you managed to recognize him.

"Yeah hun. It's me. You ran out pretty fast back there… Are you okay?"

"…" You started crying again, your thoughts bombarding your heart again. "Of c-course you'd… I was n-never good enough… not like her- not like any of those g-girls… I'm no match. You c-could never l-love someone like m-me!"

He looked at you incredulously before pulling you close to his chest and taking a short cut right to his house. He unlocked the door with a wave of a hand and carried you upstairs. You could hear Papyrus snoring softly from the other room and burry your face into Sans' shoulder even more. You didn't deserve someone like Sans…

"Alright dear. Can you look at me?" He brushed your hair from your face, tucking the pieces stuck to your face with tears behind your ear gently. You glance up and feel tears well up again at the sight of the adoration and concern in his face.

"I'm sorry." You mumble, feeling awful for making him leave the party early. "You can go back if you want…"

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here." He smiled softly and you chuckle humorlessly.

"Why?"

"Why what babe?" He furrowed his eyebrow bones in confusion.

"Why do you put up with me? Why pick me?" even you could tell how hollow your voice sounded.

"Why pick you? Because you're my best friend. Because you saved my life. You made me realize that caring isn't bad. I chose you because I love you." He took your hand his, holding it reassuringly.

"B-but… you- I'm not pretty or skinny or anything like those girls at the party… even the girl at the sandwich place was better than me… so why me?"

"Those girls have nothing on you. I would pick you over a thousand of them any day."

"B-b-but… I'm fat! I-I'm… I'm n-not good enough-" You felt your breathing pick up and that only helped to freak you out more. His hand reached around and rubbed your back.

""Not good enough? Babe… I'm the one that's not good enough for you." His voice cracked a little, and the hurt in his tone make your chest burn.

"What? N-no… You're a magic skeleton monster! I'm just… I'm just a boring human. I have zero redeeming qualities." You try to say what you want, but the thoughts and words weren't working together very well. Sans chuckled a little at the reference to your adventure but quickly sombered, knowing this was a serious conversation.

"Are you kidding me? I'm just a lazy bag of bones… you're kind, and beautiful and talented. I've done nothing to deserve you." He took both of your hands in his, leaning his forehead on yours. "I would do anything for you. I would walk to the ends of the Earth and back again."

"But that's so far…" You let a small smile grace your lips. He chuckles a little.

"I would walk to the moon and back for you, screw being a lazy bones." He dropped one of your hands to cup your cheek.

"Sans…"

"Nope. It's my turn to talk." He sat up and pulled you onto his lap, letting his hands rest around your waist. You put your head on his shoulder and let him continue. "When you fell into the Underground, you were so scared. You barely said anything when we first met. You were afraid of literally everything, but as you went along and befriended everyone, you opened up.

"I watched you become a shy little kid to a beautiful young woman in just a few months. I don't know when I fell in love with you." You gasped quietly but he kept talking, his only reaction was tightening his arms around your waist. "But I know when I confronted you in the judgment hall… all I wanted to do was scoop you up and hide you away. The thought of you fighting Asgore made me want to throw up… all the resets after you entered that damned throne room…" His expression darkened. "I wanted to destroy the king myself for hurting you.

"After we came to the surface, everyone was so busy settling down and fighting to get the monsters rights, there was no time to talk about dumb things like feelings and emotions. When you started coming to me when you had nightmares, I thought it was a blessing in disguise. I hated to see you in pain, but being able to hold you, to comfort you, it was a dream come true for me. Then you started having boy troubles a school, and that burning feeling returned. I wanted to destroy those boys the same way I wanted to destroy Asgore.

"But you were always so strong. You never let those assholes keep you down for long, and I was so proud of you. I figured, if you could do it, so could I. I brushed off the feelings of betrayal when Pap moved out, I brushed off the pain I felt whenever you talked about some human that wasn't worth your time.

"Do you remember the day you told me you liked me? We were all at Undyne and Alphys' new house for some kind of holiday. It was the first time since breaking the barrier everyone was together, and you looked so happy to see everyone. I remember seeing your eyes light up like stars, and I knew I would never love anyone else.

"You came up to me about halfway through the party, after everyone went outside to play some game. You were blushing and stuttering and it was the cutest damn thing I've ever seen in my whole life. I didn't realize what you said at first, and you started crying because I took so long to answer. You turned to leave, and I grabbed your wrist and I pulled you into a kiss.

"That day was the first happiest day of my existence, but every day with you after that topped it as the best day ever. I never would have guessed from just being friends how careful you are with your partner, how meticulous you are about making sure I feel good. I never would have known your heart beat slows when you fall into deep sleep. I never would have known these little things that made me love you a thousand times more.

"I know you go through rough spots, but the fact that you trust me to help you through them makes me feel something I've never felt before. You actually took over my shift because I just didn't feel like it. You have done nothing but care for me and love me from the second we met, and what have I done for you? That's why I don't deserve you…" He hesitates and finally falls silent. You look up and see tears running down his face. You always spilled your guts to him, but this is the first time he really opened up to you.

"Oh Sans… I love you so much." You finally manage to whisper. He started and looked at you with wide eye sockets.

"I-I love you too. I love you so much it hurts." He buried his face in your neck and let out a shaky laugh. You never realized you never actually told him you loved him. You showed it plenty, covering his shifts and making him meals and tucking him in when he collapses on the couch after a long day.

"Sans… I'm a little tired. Can we go to bed now?" You kissed him on the forehead and smiled as he sat up to look at you. His smile was wider than it has been in a long time. He scooped you up and pulled you onto the bed next to him.

You were in your favorite place, in Sans' arms. He fell asleep almost instantly, his soft snores filling you with love. You realize just how much you loved him, and the thought that he would choose anyone else made you tear up. Blinking away the tears, you kissed him on the corner of the mouth and snuggled into his chest.

He moved a little in his sleep and mumbled something before settling down again.

"…love ya babe…"

"I love you to Sansy." You smile and drift off to sleep yourself.

I think this is the first time in a long while I actually really, really adored a chapter I put out. I mean, I like the others. Otherwise I wouldn't post them, but this one… I dunno man. I just really, really love this.

I really don't have any other notes for this chapter, other than thank you all!

Also, everyone deserves love. Everyone deserves a second chance. No one is worthless, or pathetic, or useless. Everyone is important in their own way. If people are trying to convince you that you're bad or worthless or something, ignore them. Cut them from your life, because no one deserves those kind of people. Just remember that you're loved, and someone out there cares for you.

Until next time!

~Starlight