The Dan and Phil Book of Imagines!

Cooking with Dan

You were at the stove, cooking dinner. The smell of spaghetti bolognese hovered all over the kitchen and through the halls. Dan was intrigued by this scent, and walked over to where you were standing in the kitchen.

"It smells amazing in here! Is it spaghetti? Is the recipe Delia's? Will it be ready in 5 minutes? Cause you know, I'm kinda hungry."

You gently pecked your boyfriend's nose and gave him a little smile.

"Yes, it's spaghetti bolognese. And of course, the recipe is Delia's. And no, it won't be ready in 5 minutes. And I know you're hungry Dan, it's 7:00."

He gave you a little pout and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking side to side while burying his face in your hair. You quickly turned around, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

"You know Dan, if you help then dinner could be ready in no time. Perhaps you could start by stirring the sauce or draining the pasta?" You gave him a small wink, and returned to the pasta in the pot.

"Isn't that a sneaky way to get me to help, y/n? By letting the smell of spaghetti sauce attract me? You know me y/n, I'd rather not work. Doing a radio show is enough." He held up his hands in the air and winked back at you.

You sighed and pulled your hair up into a messy bun, causing him to become upset since he couldn't bury his face in your hair anymore.

"Well, its gonna take awhile. Probably 10 minutes. And unless you do something, it's still gonna take forever." You peeled the carrots for the salad and then stared at your boyfriend for 15 minutes.

Dan eventually gave in and drained the pasta, with you giving him a kiss in return for the effort. He muttered a "thanks" and divided it onto the plates.

"Wasn't that hard?"

"Cheeky..."

"Hey! Maybe you'll eat alone instead, Daniel."

Dan pretended to be offended and placed the back of his hand to his forehead, looking dramatic. You laughed as you were ladling the sauce onto the bed of pasta. He smiled and gave you a little hug from behind you.

"Be careful Dan. I have some pretty hot sauce here."

"I bet it's not as hot as you though." He did a little sexy end screen dance for you with a sexy look on his face, licking his lips and everything.

"Like it y/n? We can always take this to the bedroom." He started to take off his shirt while licking his lips again at the same time.

"Mmmmm, no thanks Howell. As much as the offer sounds irresistible, I'm still not gonna do it. But that was a nice performance though, good job."

"Awww y/n! No one has ever rejected smexy time with meee!"

"Haha. Now carry these plates over to the table, please." You were pretty hungry and looked forward to eating food more than having Smexy Time with Dan Howell. He reluctantly obeyed, and started to carry the plates over until he stopped.

"Why don't we eat in the living room instead? We could watch a season of Supernatural as well."

"Hmmm. Sounds nice. But we'll need extra napkins. I'm not willing to clean up a hidden spaghetti bolognese spill on the couch." Dan smiled and handed you a plate of food.

After that, the two of you ate the spaghetti and watched 2 seasons of Supernatural afterwards with Dan's right arm wrapped around your shoulder. It was a pretty good evening, even though you didn't have Smexy Time with Dan.

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Hey guys!

That's my first imagine ever.

I thought I sucked at this. And my grammar is horrible. I'm always welcome to receive criticism, but don't make it really negative. I always have progress to work on.

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