Description: Pastel!Dan has been pining for Punk!Phil's attention ever since he saw him handing out numbers by the dressing rooms (aka Phil is that person by the dressing rooms that gives you a number for the amount of clothes you have and Dan is sick of him not noticing him)
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Dans POV
I was just about to close my locker and head to the cafeteria when my best friend Chris runs up to me, "DAN OMG!! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!!" Chris pants out and leans over, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath holding up one finger to let me know not to worry
I was still worried like wtf...Chris never runs for anything
"Chris what the fuck man are you ok?" I ask obviously concerned for my friend who looks like he just ran a mile to "catch up with me" even though I told him to meet me here. And that our lockers are only a few spaces apart.
"Dan- your aesthetic -I have- news..." My aesthetic?! My aesthetic consist of pastel jumpers, jeans and shoes IS SOMEONE TRYING TO STEAL MY LOOK?
(A/N I like how that's what I made Dan worried about when his friend is just about ded)
"No Dan, I overheard some girls talking about a new shop that opened over the weekend, they described it as a 'literal pastel wonderland!!' and I also heard that Phil Lester is working there as the person like in charge of the dressing rooms." A knowing smirk was playing on Chris' lips because he knew the effect that statement would have on me
Phil !freaking! Lester
Working in a place that's literally my aesthetic, how can it get any better than this
"Ok that settles it, we are going there after school" Chris just looks pleased and I have an idea
~~~time skip about a week~~~
"CHRIS WTF WHY WON"T SENPAI NOTICE MEEE????" I wail to my friend whilst playing mario kart. I have been going to this new shop (Pastel Passions) for like a week, trying on different skinny jeans, tight shirt...EVERYTHING to try and get Phil's attention, but to no avail. I swear if he has noticed me, then he's doing a pretty good job of making me feel like he hasn't. Every time a girl tries something on, they ask Phil how it looks
And not just a "Hey, you work here so you must have some opinion on what you sell...how does this look on me?"
Oh no, its basically a bunch of horny busty girls trying to flaunt everything they've got (and I mean everything) to try to get Phil to do something about it...if you know what I mean
Like hold up girls
1. I fucking called dibs
and 2. How do you know he even likes girls?!
Like ok, he might be bi and playing hard to get or be gay and playing hard to get...DON'T HOG HIM JESUS
"Dan calm down, he's paying attention to the girls yeah?" Chris says, pausing the game to look at me. I set down my controller and roll my eyes don't remind me
"Yeah...what has that got to do with anything?" I huff and cross my arms, "I don't invite you over here all the time to remind me about how hot guys don't pay attention to me." I can tell that's not what he means by the way he sighs and shakes his head but I'm a drama queen, sue me
"You know that's not what I meant..." Chris says making me look over at him with a then what do you mean? kind of look
"Well what do the girls wear that gets them the most attention from Phil?" I can see Chris' smirk and I can already sense what his idea is going to be. I might not like it but if it gets a cute boys' attention away from those prissy girls for one second and possibly even a boyfriend then who am I to complain?
"Uh, they mostly wear like tight dresses, skirts, thigh highs...girly stuff like that" Ignoring Chris' chuckle
"Um Dan? Have you seen your wardrobe?" I blush at his obvious hinting at my "girly" choice of clothing. What? I like pink, I could be a murderer
"Shut up, how do you even know that Phil would notice me wearing that kind of stuff? He doesn't even look at me..." I say with a sad smile, looking away form Chris who just laughs
"Trust me, he'll notice" He tells me with a wink. I just cross my arms, still in denial
"Whatever man, but I'm just saying; if you wear something like that, he'll stare at your ass more than usual" I look up and turn to him curiously but before I can ask what he means by 'more than usual' he tells me he has to go and turns and walks out of my room, leaving me in shock and my mouth agape
~~~THE NEXT DAY~~~
I get there early to scope and pick out clothes that would flatter me and show as much skin as I want to show to hopefully let Phil know that I'm not playing around anymore.
Walking around the store I pick out a few items, place them together, put things back, and finally find the perfect outfit to showcase myself to Phil:
A black skater skirt, a pink crop top with the words BABE written across the front, and some white thigh high socks. Now with my outfit picked out I look around to see that not a lot of people are in the store. I smirk and make my way over to the changing rooms where I see Phil playing on his phone, obviously not pre-occupied by costumers, because his shift just started (don't judge me...its not stalking its RESEARCH).
"Umm may I have a number three please?" I ask politely holding my clothes. I see him look at me and he smiles, puts him phone away, and gets me my number plate.
"Here you go, and you'll be in dressing room number 1" He says handing my number plate to me.
"Thank youu..." I say, making sure to swing my hips a little because I know that the jeans I wore show off my ass and there is no harm in being thorough in my "job". I can feel his eyes on me as I finally get into the dressing room...game time
I start putting on my clothes, rather quickly, just in case any girls have walked into the store since I've been here and want to steal my man; not today ladies, he's mine
I finish putting all of the items on and I look at myself in the mirror. Damn. If this doesn't get his attention I don't know what will.
I walk out and do a little twirl before shyly asking, "How do I look?" I feel Phil's eyes look me up and down, eyes clouded with want. Before I even have a chance to say anything, he is pushing me back into the changing room and locking the door.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He says, purring into my neck just making me what him even more, "how long I've wanted to kiss you, mark you, make you mine."
And does he...
He leans down, me being shorter than he is, and kisses me passionately. I sigh and kiss back just as hard and cute his lip making him groan into my mouth. I giggle and wrap my arms around him neck as he grabs my hips (exposed by the crop top I was wearing) and pulls me closer making me squeak at the force he was using.
"Fuck baby, I love the noises you make..." Phil says, lips trailing down my jaw and to my next, making his next words ghost hotly against my skin, "I wonder how loud you'd be if I got you alone."
Well there goes my dignity...
At those words I whimper and arch my back against him, causing him to start to nip and suck at my next. This causes me to moan but I cover my mouth before it gets too loud. Phil just smirks at me and whispers into my ear, "If we were alone I'd let you be as loud as you want; but for now, just try not to get me fired yeah?" I nod and he whispers a muffled good as he continues to work at my neck, leaving purple marks in his wake. I tilt my neck to give him more space to work with and bite my lips to stop the moans attempting to leave my mouth. I look back up at him as he stops. I look at him with a confused look but then I hear his mangers voice
"Phil? Are you ok? Where are you?" I hear obvious for steps walking around the changing rooms. I try not to giggle as Phil responds huskily, "I'm in the first changing room...umm...cleaning up some clothes someone left from yesterday." He looks at me with fake anger when he hears me continue to stifle giggles. I hear his manager sigh and say whilst walking away, "How about you do that before closing yeah Phil? Make sure you do that today and don't let me catch you leave tonight without cleaning up first ok?"
Phil responds with a rushed "Ok yeah don't worry!" before looking back at me and kissing me sweetly before pulling back and grabbing something out of his pocket. He walks over the the mirror, writes something down, and then hands me a small piece of paper.
"I had fun today baby, call me sometime?" Before walking out with a wink, leaving me in the changing room to look at myself and the marks that Phil made representing the "fun" we most definitely had.
There was no doubt in my mind that we would be meeting again soon...to try on clothes of course ;)
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OK!! Long time so write?
Anyway, I know that like ALL of my phanfics are in mostly Dans POV but I will try to do more Phils POV in future writings. As it is is summer and I have a lot of stuff planned, I might not be able to post on here as much as I would like, but I will try my best!!
I hope you all liked my take on the PastelxPunk craze (that I was totally late on btw) but it was still pretty fun to write :)
Alrighty I'm going to go to sleep (jk who am I kidding I'm going to read phanfiction)
...BYEEE!!