Phan - One-shots [ COMPLETED ]

~Dress

AbsOlutE traSh
Phil's turns 29 tomorrow!!! (Technically today for me, bc my time zone is ahead of Britain's, but shush)

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Dan liked pretty things from a young age.

Instead of playing with toy trucks he dressed his barbie doll and set her delicately in her house along side Ken.

His mother didn't mind.
His father was never home to see it.

When Dan was in kindergarten, he expressed a liking for dresses and shiny shoes.
His favourite was a blue polka dot dress that flowed to his mid calf, and sparkly ballet shoes.
No one cared. They all accepted him with open arms.

His mother embraced it.
His father was always at work.

When Dan was in Elementary school, he stopped wearing the beautiful dresses and nice shoes.
He was teased for it, called a tranny and all sorts.
Dan started straightening his hair and grew it so it flopped over his left eye.
He wore black, making an effort to blend in.

His mother was concerned.
His father didn't care.

In high school he started to wear dresses again.
His mother had encouraged him to be himself, even if it was just at home.

She bought him another blue, white spotted dress along with some small black high heels.
She even helped him learn how to put on make up. And Dan was so happy. He could be himself, and his mother was more than willing to help him with that.

His father was finally home to see it.

Vases were thrown, threats were screamed.
Punches flew.
"I'll beat those disgusting tranny, faggot illusions out of you, even if it take my last breath."

His brother saw.
The cops came.
His dad was arrested.

Dan started wearing dresses again when he went to Uni.
His mother, once again, encouraged him to be himself. He felt comfortable, at ease.
His brother loved to see his brother like this; confident, happy.

Then he met Phil.
He stopped wearing dresses.

He didn't want Phil to think he was a freak.

He went back to wearing black clothing.

A year later Dan had been in a relationship with Phil for eleven months, and hadn't mentioned his past, the dresses or his father.

It was now 2011, and Dan was thinking about putting on a dress for the umpteenth time that day.

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"Mum, you know I can't wear them, especially with Phil around. He'll think I'm mental."

A throaty voice cackled down the line.
"Daniel, sweetheart, if he really loves you, he'll accept you, dresses, make up and all."

Dan smiled sadly to himself.
"You know that's not true, mum."

"Now, now Daniel. What I want you to do is put on that blue polka dot dress, your favourite pair of black high heels, perfect your eyeliner, and pop on some cherry coloured lipstick. And I want a picture sent to me, alright? Good. Ok, I've gotta go, love you!"

The line went dead.

Dan sighed.

"Hey, bear? I'm going out to get groceries. I'll be back in a bit!" Phil yelled through the apartment.

Suspiciously convenient. Oh well.

"Uh, ok! See you in a bit!" Dan yelled back.

As soon as he heard the front door shut he rushed to his closest and started digging around.
Soon enough he found the polka dot dress that he loved so much, and a slightly worn out pair of black flats. (There was no way he could go straight into heels after their three year absence.)

Dan tugged the dress on after pulling off his black skinny jeans and Muse t-shirt, it being a bit of a tight fit due to him growing, but it looked good on him nonetheless.
He pulled on the flats and dug around in his closet again.

"Bingo," he whispered as his right hand brushed over his make up bag.

He pulled it out and plopped in front of the large mirror sat in the corner of his room.
Humming, he pulled out a soft pink lipstick, black mascara, liquid eyeliner, along with various eyeshadows, blushes and brushes.

After ten minutes of wiping off and reapplying Dan had perfected his look.
Winged eyeliner with a thin layer of mascara, a tiny amount of shadow and blush and the lipstick mentioned prior. Beautiful.

He walked of his room and waltzed around the living room and kitchen, twirling and smiling in the dress.

His smile fell when he heard a small click.

"Hey Dan- uh, what are you weari-"

Before Phil would finish his question Dan ran to his room, tears welling in his eyes.

Freak, tranny, faggot. You're a fuck up.

Thoughts swam through Dan's mind; biting at him constantly, willing him to die.

"Dan? Unlock the door, please bear."

Dan just whimpered as he curled into a ball in the corner. He pulled the dress off and ripped it in half and pulled the soles out of the flats as he sobbed.
He rubbed his face red, desperate to get the make up off.

"Dan? What's going on?!" Phil sounded panicked.

Dan screamed.
You're not worth his time, you're worthless.

Once again, a click sound echoed against Dan's quiet sobs.

He must've looked a mess, smudged make up on his red blotchy face, sitting in his boxers, surrounded by ripped clothing and the remains of a pair of shoes.

"Bear.." Phil whispered, as he slowly moved forward to cuddle the trembling boy in front of him.

"What's all this?" He questioned quietly. He rocked Dan in slow movements in his arms.

"I.. I like.. I just like pretty things.." Dan mumbled as he twiddled his thumbs.

"Why'd you rip up the dress then?" Phil mumbled back, tracing circled on Dan's back.

"B-because I'm not supposed to wear dresses. I'm a boy."

Phil sighed.
Fucking gender rolls.

"Daniel, you wear make up and dresses and like pretty things. That's absolutely fine.
And you like me, right? So that means I'm pretty?" Phil smiled.

Dan scoffed and hit Phil's chested before looking at his face.
"I love you more than any dress, Philip."

Phil smiled.
"That's good."
He kissed Dan gently.
Dan kissed back.
"Because I love you, too."

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