This is the closest I'll ever get to uploading smut (so topless kissing). I'm sorry.

TW: References to self harm

Oh and, for the sake of this one shot, Dan's a smol bean. I don't know how small but a lot smaller than Phil :P

"Nope!" Phil yelled, holding the TV remote up even higher. He was insisting on watching some stupid cooking show Dan didn't care about and, as much as the other tried to change the channel, he wasn't going to change his mind. Dan was smaller so, even when he reached up as high as he could, his hand barely brushed Phil's elbow.

"Please! This is the most boring show ever!" Dan whined, jumping to try and reach higher. Phil just laughed at the younger boy, finding his efforts rather pathetic (yet also simultaneously adorable). Phil's phone then began to ring from where it was laying on the table so he dropped his arm back to his side, leaning over to read the message. Dan took that as his opportunity so he snatched the remote, grinning satisfactorily.

Before he could even contemplate changing the channel, Phil had tackled him to the floor. He did it as gently as he possibly could, being proportionally bigger than the other. Dan tried to hold the remote out of Phil's reach but Phil didn't care about it anymore. His hands dug into Dan's side and he started to tickle the younger, making him squeal loudly.

"Phil-" He yelled in between squeals and giggles. "Stop!" Phil didn't stop. He carried on, making the other squirm beneath him, his face a dark shade of red. However, after a few minutes, Phil froze, glancing down at Dan's bare stomach. His sweatshirt had slightly rolled up, revealing pale skin and some nasty red lines. All of a sudden, Phil wasn't smiling anymore. Dan was confused, assuming Phil had given up before following the elder's gaze to the cuts on his stomach.

He immediately pushed Phil away and stood up, pulling his sweatshirt down in hopes they'd be forgotten. He refused to look his boyfriend in the eye, afraid to see a look or disgust or disappointment.

"I need to go film-" Dan choked out, about to run to the safety of his room before Phil grabbed his arm to keep him still.

"...Why?" Phil's voice was so quiet and gentle, as if he was afraid to hurt his boyfriend.

Dan bit his lip, fiddling with the bottom of his jumper. "I don't want to talk about it."

"We need to. I can't let you do that to yourself.  How long?"

"A while... When I was eighteen-"

"Eighteen?! Dan, you're 26, that's 8 years-"

"No, listen to me. When I was eighteen I didn't have any friends and I was in a really bad place. I h-hated myself and so I started," He gestured to his stomach, unable to say the words. "And I carried on for a year or so? Then I got better because I started YouTube. I made f-friends and was beginning to get happy again. But recently, I had to go back to the h-habit because half my comments are hate. They say about how annoying I am, how stupid, how unattractive, how-"

"They're jealous, love. You're absolutely perfect."

"You don't need to lie to me. I understand that I-" Phil cut the younger off with a sweet kiss. Dan tensed up for a second as the kiss was unexpected but he soon relaxed into it. It did help the anxiety that was swirling around the pit of his stomach, making him feel nauseous.

"I mean it. You're perfect."

"Phil-"

"Just shut up for a moment," Dan opened his mouth very slightly before snapping it shut, giving Phil's words a chance. The elder then leaned forward and kissed Dan's forehead gently. "You're beautiful," He moved down, kissing the other's cheek. "I love your blush. It's the cutest thing on the planet," The compliment made Dan's cheeks tint pink and Phil smiled widely at the sight, proud to call the other his boyfriend. He then pecked Dan's lips, mumbling, "You're amazing at kissing. Your lips are just so soft and... perfect," Dan's lips formed a tiny smile and he turned even redder. His kissed along Dan's jaw. "You're hilarious and never fail to make me laugh. You easily cheer me up when I feel really down," Phil brushed his lips against Dan's neck, making him fidget slightly. "You're really polite to everyone. I'm surprised you don't have millions of friends."

"No one likes me. That's why I don't have friends." Dan murmured, sadly looking down at his feet. Phil frowned, brushing a piece of hair behind his boyfriend's ear. He kissed Dan's neck- properly this time- earning a tiny whine from the smaller boy.

"You're amazing in general. There's literally no reason for people to dislike you but I guess you can never please everyone, can you?" Dan shrugged. "Come on, Dan. You know you can't make everyone happy all the time."

"I guess..."

"You can't," Phil wrapped his arms around Dan's waist, pulling him close so that their chests were touching. "Now listen to me bear. You're absolutely perfect. You're beautiful, kind, intelligent, funny, amazing... You should never ever hurt yourself. If you ever want to, come and talk to me. I'll tell you how much I love you- a whole damn lot by the way- and I'll cuddle, kiss and do anything else that will help distract you."

Dan nodded, somehow going even redder as Phil reached for the bottom of his shirt. He met his boyfriend's gaze, checking if his movements were okay. Dan's nod was the cue to continue so Phil pulled the younger's sweatshirt over his head. And then the shirt he was wearing underneath it too. "Beautiful..." Phil's hand brushed against Dan's pale chest. The younger flinched when he got close to the cuts but didn't push him away.

"Phil," Dan spoke up as Phil's lips grazed his collarbone. "Do you think you're beautiful?"

"Dan, this is about you not me." He muttered, smirking slightly as Dan shivered underneath his touch.

"Do you though?"

"Well... not really but it's okay because I'm-"

"It's not okay. I see you the way you see me. You're absolutely perfect."

"Thank you, Dan."

"Don't thank me. I'm just speaking the truth, you know?" Phil decided against responding, kissing Dan's neck in a rougher way, with hopes of making a mark. Dan let out a tiny noise that resembled a moan, making his eyes widen and he muttered out a string of apologies.

"You don't need to apologise. It was adorable. Now... why don't we take this upstairs?" Dan nodded so Phil grabbed his hand and they headed upstairs.

I'm sorry I rarely update anymore... I've been focusing more on full length stories and not one shots :(

Also the MYSTERIOUS PROJECT is in the works but it's taking longer than expected because I keep getting caught up writing other stuff I'm sorryyyy