Phan Oneshots

Punk Edits In Real Life

Dan's POV
I had gone out the day after filming the Punk Edits In Real Life video with Phil, and I wanted to do something a bit crazy. Get a lip piercing. Not like the snake bites I had, just one, on the left side of my lip.

When the video was over, Phil complimented me on how hot I looked, then we both took individual showers and took all the punk things off.
So, I researched a place were I could get a small piercing, and I was on my way.

Once I got there, a woman with crazy purple hair, many tattoos, and loads o piercings greeted me. "Hi, I'm Lucy. Are you here for a piercing, tattoo, or hair dye." "Just a piercing, here on my lip." I pointed to a space on my lip near the corner of my mouth. "Ok, I'll just pulled you over here, and set you up." she lead me over to a room where a chair was sat. There were tattoo things, hair dyes, and different piercing tools scattered through out the room. It all did look pretty badass.

"Joey will be right in, jut take a seat there." he smiled, and pointed to the black chair in the middle of the room. "Ok, thanks." I smiled, and sat in the chair as she closed the door behind her.
While I felt like the room was awesome looking, I also felt extremely intimidated by everything. Soon, though, a tall, black haired man with bright green eyes walked in. "Hi, I'm Joey." he stuck his hand out, and I shook it. "I'm Dan." I replied. He sat down in a chair beside me, and balled his hands together. "So, you don't look like you've got many piercings not tattoos on you." "Actually, I've got one. But I can't show you where it is, only my boyfriend's allowed to see that." I wink sarcastically, and he laughed, "Yeah, I won't be checking there." He grabbed a super small pointed sharpie, and rolled his chair closer to me. "So, where on your lip shall we make this?" He asked, looking over my lips. "Here." I pointed. "Ok." he dotted my lip, one once on the top of my bottom lip, and again on the bottom of my bottom lip. "That look good?" He asked, and handed me a mirror. "Yeah, perfect!" I smiled.

"Ok, now, which piercing do you want. You're going to have this in for six months so chose-" I interrupted him, and instantly pointed to a small, black one. "That. That one's perfect." He chuckled, "Ok, that one it is." and he pulled it out of the fabric box, and set it aside.

He then grabbed a needle. Not too big, but large enough that it made me shiver a bit. "Here, eat this," he also grabbed a small chewable pill, "It'll make your mouth dry so you don't slobber like a dog all over me." "Yeah, I won't." I chucked, eating the pill.
He rolled over to his deskish area (which really is just a counter with a wheely chair). He started to go through some papers, and began cleaning the needle.

"Ok, I'm done." I said nervously, swallowing what was left of the pill whole. And holly crap did that make my mouth dry. "Ok," he smiled, turning around, and grabbed a cotton ball that had some sort of orange goop on it. "Come here, you." he said seductively, obviously as a joke, and I giggled. He sapped the goop onto my lip, and it became numb. "Now, this will stop the pain of your skin, and a bit of tee tissue, but the muscles and the majority of your tissue will still hurt quite a bit." he said with a bit of concern in his voice. "Huh?" I said, suddenly becoming scared, wanting to go back, but deciding I had already fall too deep into this rabbit hole. "Don't worry. I doesn't hurt all that much." he reassured me, dabbing the inside of my lip.

He rolled back to his desk, and got the needle that was hooked to the lip ring I chose. "Ok, look at that poster, there." he pointe to a picture of a girl with a very... flamboyant, shall we say, chest. "Focus on it, hard. There's a small letter somewhere on the picture." I furrowed my eyebrows together, focusing on it.

He grabbed my lip, and I tried to ignore why was about to happen when it suddenly hit me. What if Phil hates this?

But I was too late, he, very quickly, sliced through my lip. I winced, but before I knew it, he pulled away, and grabbed a small piece of tissue. He placed it over my lip, and told me to hold it there.

"You know," he said, turning around and taking the tissue. "There wasn't actually a number in that poster. I also think you'd look even better with something else." "A tattoo?" I ignored his statement about the poster and replied, a bit scared of his answer. "No, you goof. What if we dyed your hair. I'm thinking a purplish/red." I thought about it, then shrugged my shoulders, "Why not. How long will it take?" "Oh, I reckon thirty minutes." he smiled, and started pulling things out of drawers and cabinets.

He led me to a different room, and sat me down. He washed my hair over a sink, then dried it off. He put bleacher in my hair, and once it was done, he took it out. I laughed at myself in the mirror, seeing a s my hair was completely blonde, but Joey put in some red/purple hair dye soon after.
Once we washed the dye out, holy hell. I looked different. The piercing, the hair, I just looked different. I was just praying to the gods above that Phil would like it.

Later, after I had paid them and left, I quietly got back home. The hallway light was off, so I flicked it on, licking my lip ring out of a new habit I had created that was likely to never leave, and walked up the stairs.
"Phil?" I quietly called through the house. "My bedroom." he replied casually. I had told him before hand that I was going shopping, only so he wouldn't worry about me.
I felt a ball of fear grow in my throat, and I swallowed it as I walked upstairs and eventually go to Phil's room.
I gently cracked the door open, shut my eyes (scrunching my face up as well), and fully opened the door.
I heard a "Woah." and I opened my eyes to be met with Phil's large blue ones. "Like it?" I asked, terrified of rejection. He froze, then shook his head at himself. "Yes! I do." he finally replied, standing up, coming over to me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and attached our lips instantly. "That feels funny." he laughed, as he fingered at my lip ring with his hand. "You're weird." I chuckled, and kissed him again.

After that, we took some pictures and showed the phandom. the really liked it, but not as much as Phil did later that night...