YouNow and Pancakes

Imagine

Words: 1236

Pairing: You and Dan Howell

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Minor Swearing. I think there is like one or two curse words.

You lay there, head on Dan's shoulder, giggling as he does his liveshow. People calling you two cute together, very few people giving hate, but even if they did, you've gotten used to it by now. You get hate when your boyfriend is as attractive as he was.

"So when is your new video going to be up? Any hints on what it's about?" Dan reads from the YouNow chat. "Ah, well it should be up either tomorrow or Thursday, depending on how busy I am." He winks at the chat, and you giggle.

"You're not gonna be getting much if you talk about our romantic life to the Danosaurs." You move your head from his shoulder and turn to look at him. "Besides, I don't think they want to hear about it anyways." You look back into the camera, giggling at the comments saying "Yes we do!" and "ew of course we don't. keep that shit in the bedroom."

"Sure they do." Dan jokes, and leans in, pecking your lips. 

"Still," You look down. "Not in public." You bite your lip.

"Oh I'm sorry, love." He says, taking your hand in his and flipping it over to draw little circles in it.

You blush. "It's okay." You whisper, playing with your fingers.

The chat reads:

Dan!!

Oh C'mon guys! Focus!

so have u guys done the do. have u frickfracked?

you never said there were any hints??

"Guys, didn't we say we weren't gonna answer any of these types of questions." Dan asks after reading the frickfracking one. "As for the hints, all I can tell you is that it'll be...messy?" He tries to find the right word.

You nod your head, laughing. "Very messy, I watched him and Phil do it." 

"So there you go!" Dan chuckles. "Very messy video with Phil, other than that, no spoilers." Dan looks at the time, and gasps. "So, I think I'm going to go eat something.."

"we know what you'll be eating (;" Someone types into the chat, and you lose your shit, laughing hysterically. 

"What's so funny?" Dan asks, laughing slightly at you.

"No-nothing." You spit out, trying to hold back your laughter.

"Okay, then." Dan claps his hands together. "So, I'm going to go get something to eat, probably cereal, and I'll see you next week, and on twitter. Byeeee." Dan waves and then moves his hand up toward the webcam, covering it so that the Danosaurs cannot see. He gets up.

"I'm going to go get some food, do you want any?" He asks, pointing into the kitchen.

"Well it depends..." You raise an eyebrow. "Is it going to be cereal?"

Dan laughs. "Well, it doesn't have to be cereal."

"Okay, then I'm in." You say, laughing slightly ask you push yourself up from where you'd been sitting.

You follow Dan into the kitchen. "So what's it going to be?" You ask, peeking into a cabinet.

Dan shrugs. "Whatever we can find."

You both look around in the kitchen for a few minutes, finding nothing. "Well.." You peek into the fridge, once more. "We could have pancakes." 

"We could." Dan says, pulling a bowl out of the cubard.

"I mean, I know it's not breakfast right now, but hey, gotta live a little. You know, YOLO."

Dan rolls his eyes. "[Y/N], you're lucky you're cute. Please never say YOLO ever again."

You giggle, pulling out the milk and eggs. "I was using it ironically." 

Dan shakes his head. "Just don't say it ever again."

You giggle. "YOLO." 

"Damn, I'd hate to do this," Dan walks toward you. "But I think we have to break up." 

"Fine then," You place your hands on your hips, cracking a smile. "Guess this is all."

"Yes it is," Dan says, placing his hands on your hips. He kisses you, and his lips feel soft against yours. "Just kidding, I need your lips against mine."

You blush and turn away from Dan, looking at the bowl. "Sift the flour, dork." 

Dan obeys, while you pour the milk into the measuring cup, finishing it up. "Delia Smith pancakes are the best! I cannot wait to eat these." 

"Oh no, they're far from the best." Dan pours the sifted flour into the large bowl in front of you both. "I'm guessing you've never had American pancakes?"

You shake your head. "Nope, maybe you'll have to take me one day." You smile, pouring the milk into the four, then grab an egg to crack into it too.

Dan grabs the other egg. "Maybe I will." Dan cracks the egg into the mixture, and you do the same, smiling at his comment on taking you to America.

When you have all the ingredients into the bowl, you start to stir it with a large wooden spoon.

"No, no, no." Dan says, going behind you. "You're doing it all wrong." He takes the spoon and places it into your hand, and his hand on top of yours. He starts to stir it slowly with with you, and your stomach gets tingly as he presses his face into your hair, whispering into your ear. "Now that's better."

"So I'm doing it right now?" You let out a chuckle, still stirring the mix with Dan's hand on top of yours.

"I think so." He takes his hand off of yours. 

You get an idea, and lift the spoon from the bowl. "So you'd say..." You fling the batter that is in the spoon at him. "This isn't right?" You giggle.

Dan looks down at the pancake mix on his shirt. "I don't know.." Dan sticks his hand into the bowl and pulls some pancake mix out. "You tell me." He finishes, flinging the batter at you.

You try to move out of the way, but it hits your arm. "Oh buddy, it's on." You laugh, throwing the spoon down onto the counter, scooping more batter out of the bowl. You reach up and flop it onto his head. "Nice hat." You smirk.

"Thank you," He smiles warmly. "But I think it'd look even better on you." He scoops the batter off of his head, kind of, and flops it onto yours, to which you try to dodge, but it a bit hard when you're shorter than him.

You fling batter at each other until you're out of batter, and by the time you're out of batter, the kitchen is a mess, and so are you and Dan.

"Dan.." You point and laugh. "You have some on your cheek." You dip your finger in it, making a smile the best you can.

"[Y/N], speak for yourself." He says, chuckling, pointing at your upper lip. "You have a pancake moustache."

You giggle, and bring your hand up to wipe it away. Your eyes wander around the kitchen nervously. "We made a mess." You state the obvious.

Dan shrugs his shoulders. "We can clean it up." 

You wrap your arms around him, pressing your body against him. "And what about our food?" You ask, glancing at the empty bowl on the counter.

Dan holds onto you, smiling. "Good point..." He says, looking down at you. "Why don't we just order pizza?"

He leans forward and kisses you, your pancake batter covered faces intervining together. "That sounds like an amazing idea." You say, pulling away, then go back in for another kiss, craving the feeling of his lips on yours.