Various X Reader Fluff Oneshots! (Feel free to request!)

I love you for your flaws!(Dan Howell X Insecure! Reader)[Youtube]

Okay, honestly Dan is me completely...He is blackness and so am I. His blackness is just better looking than me :-) 

Reader~Chan's PoV:

Dan and I had just begun dating-which was great because he was very sweet and listened to all my rants; good or otherwise-but he didn't know about how insecure I am about my body. This morning Dan texted me, telling me he was going to bring me coffee at ten o'clock. I decided that I should probably get ready, however when I was changing my shirt I glanced at myself in the mirror and got lost in my thoughts. Stupid stretch marks...my stomach ruins my life...ughhh I'm so ugly... I made the mistake of giving Dan a key to my apartment, so when he got to my apartment I had not noticed.

I was lost in my own world whilst my shirt remained discarded and tears welled in my e/c eyes. The only thing that snapped me out of my trance was the sound of my bedroom door opening and the sight of movement in the mirror. Dan moved towards me and he engulfed me in a hug. I was submerged in my loving boyfriend's warmth.

"Love, you're freezing! What's wrong?" Dan demanded in a caring tone. His breath was warm on my skin and caused my breath to hitch as I choked to find my next words.

"I-i d-don't-t know-w..." I spluttered out, finally realizing that I was half naked and Dan was in the room,"U-umm....c-an I p-put a shirt o-on?"  

"I'm not letting you go until I know what's wrong and how I can help." Dan spoke in an obviously stubborn tone. 

"I-i can't t-tell you-u." I stammered softly. He moved us over to the bed and gently placed me on his lap. 

"Love, you can tell me anything. You can always trust me with your problems-and you have before-what's different this time?" 

"I-i just hate m-my body! I-i'm too f-fat and I have h-horrible stretch marks and I-i look t-terrible." I whispered so quietly that I wasn't even sure I'd even spoken at all. However, Dan's next actions assured me  that he had heard me. After a couple of long seconds his grip tightened and he moved us on the bed-so I had my back to the mattress  and he was lying on top of me with his brown curls resting lightly on my stomach. Then, slowly and gently-as though I were made of porcelain- he began to leave small, chaste kisses all over me; kisses that seemed to linger with his loving and radiant warmth. One by one he took his time to kiss every inch of my s/t skin-including and especially my stomach, taking extra care around my stretch marks. It seemed hours before either of us said anything, the silence around us thick with tension, however not an uncomfortable or an unwanted silence. 

"Y/n, you are the most wonderful, amazing, truthful, strong, smart and beautiful girl I have ever been with. I wouldn't change anything about you because I love you for your flaws." Before he was done with his speel I was crying hot, grateful tears into his gray t-shirt, not slightly concerned with staining his shirt-or that I wasn't even wearing a shirt, for that matter. We stayed in this position all day, especially when we slept through the morning. Once we awoke, I finally responded with my own;

"I love you."

Welp, that was a journey. At least I'm updating! Thank goodness! 

TCT: Are you a Dan or a Phil?

I am definitely a Dan-blackness and much "edge"

Anyway, feel free to request and I will be back next week with a Keith one shot!

Love you all and your beautiful faces! Be confident and YOU!

Buh-Bye! Peace!

~TeenageLonerGal