Phan Oneshots :3

Kiss It All Better

TW: self-harm (mostly fluff though)
ok continue if you aren't triggered with self-harm now

Slash. One cut. Phil hissed in pain but he deserved the pain, according to him. Slash. Two cuts. Phil was biting his lip while tears fell from his ice blue eyes. He kept on slashing his beautiful pale skin and felt quite bad that he didn't tell his boyfriend Dan about this situation. He didn't want him worrying about him too much, after all, the ebony haired man felt like he didn't deserve to be worried about. He kept on cutting until he heard a knocking at the bathroom.
"Phil? Are you in there? I've been looking for you since you've disappeared earlier, I'm genuinely worried right now." Dan asked frantically. He was really worried when he didn't hear Phil say anything at all. He heard a soft sob from behind the door, making him feel even more panicked.
He opened the door and was shocked from what he saw. Phil was curled up on the floor with aggressive looking cuts all over his beautiful arms, a knife in his hands, crying silently to himself. Dan tapped him on the shoulder lightly so that Phil won't get scared by his approach.
"D-Dan...I-I'm..." Phil trailed off, his lip quivering. Dan's heart broke and he wrapped his arms gently around the ebony haired man's broken and fragile body. Phil flung his arms around Dan's torso and buried his face into his shoulder, tears falling from his face. They pulled away after Phil's sobs turned into sniffles.
"Babe, why are you doing this to yourself?" Dan questioned curiously, holding up his arm, brushing his thumb against the parts that aren't cut.
"W-well...I hate m-myself...I th-think I'm f-fat and I-I'm just n-not perfect and-" Phil got cut off by Dan shushing him, brushing his hair out of his face and kissing the top of his head, his hand resting on Phil's shoulder.
"Lion, you're not fat, you're average for people your age. And Phil, you are the definition of perfect. You're amazing, lovely, brave, and adorable, and I love you so much." Dan said to him, putting an arm around him tightly. Phil drooped his head down and shook his head. Dan tilted his head up, forcing his boyfriend to look him carefully in the eyes.
"Philly, yes. I mean it. You may not think you're perfect, but that's what you see. What I see is a crossbreed between sexy and cute and I don't see any reason why you are fat or not perfect." Dan said slowly and carefully. Phil had some tears in his eyes and buried his head in Dan's neck. "Babe, I will help you get through this, I promise." The brunette man said. He got up, pulling Phil with him, and cleaned off the cuts.
Phil hissed in pain as he felt Dan clean off the cuts. "No, no, baby, it won't hurt, I promise." Dan comforted Phil. He responded with a shaky breath.
He kissed all of the cuts, row to row. Dan then looked down at him for a moment before pulling him into a gentle and short kiss. He brushed his thumb over his cheek, grinning so hard his dimple is popping out. Phil smiled with him, then flung his arms around Dan, pressing his face against his chest. Dan hugged back tightly. "You're perfect." He whispered in Phil's ear.
"You too." Phil mumbled, almost sounding incoherent and not audible. Dan smiled and pulled him closer to his body. Phil cuddled into Dan's chest. He can get through this, as long as he has his best friend, co-worker, and lover by his side.