The Great YouTuber Slash Fiction

Chapter 5: DanPat - Casual Affair

Originally posted April 25, 2017 to AO3  

Today so far had been your average weekday. You woke up, ate breakfast, looked for new theories, pointlessly browsed the internet, got lunch and drank too much diet coke. And it will continue to be a normal day.

You will be filming GTLive this afternoon. Sure, your wife is out of town for thirty-six days, but that's why you're going to have a guest today.

Dan Howell will accompany you today, and you're glad. Very few people will be interested in a month of streams with only you and the silent-but-deadly Peepachu. You need a foil, a counterpart to contest with.

The Brit said he was excited to come over, need needed something to do. Phil, apparently, was attending a wedding at a nearby Californian beach. Not wanting to send the wrong idea, they decided to not have Dan be the plus-one. Besides, it was going to be a small affair, and Phil's invitation was already a stretch for the guest list.

Thirty or so minutes before the stream, your guest arrives. "Hello," he says in his soothing accent. Dan steps in your home, assessing his surroundings. "Nice place," he comments.

You watch him while he is walking though the house. He's taller than you, certainly, and that's the first thing you notice. He's wearing all black, including a leather jacket. His skin is smooth and pale to contrast his hair, which is dark brown and ruffled. His eyes are bright, shiny brown orbs, and his lips are a bashful carnation pink and they're holding a small smile, possibly even a smirk. You should probably stop staring.

He glances back at you, waiting for you to tell him what to do before the stream. You offer snacks and guide Dan to the kitchen, and ask what he wants.

"Oh right, you Americans don't have Malteasers," he groans.

"What?"

"Malteasers, they're the best candy in the world. You Americans are living worthless lives without them."

"Well, maybe you can try some of our exotic cuisine," You tease as you open your fridge.

Dan scoffs. "Exotic. Like what? Bacon? Bacon on burgers? Deep-fried bacon? Bacon pizza? Or god, bacon candy?"

Your only response is laughter.

You're looking at Dan, so when you go to move the orange juice, you don't realize it's uncapped.

"Shit." You end up spilling half a carton all over your torso and legs.

Dan grabs some paper towels, and starts patting you dry. It's not very efficient. You should really go and change, but you let Dan proceed. It's an awkward scene for Jason to walk in on.

"Um... What's going on here?"

You jerk away. "Nothing! I just spilled OJ all over me. I'm gonna go change." While rushing upstairs, you mutter, "At least it wasn't diet coke."

When you're done, you return to find that they're sitting in the livestream room, so you join them.

You sit on the left, and Dan is on the right.

"Today, we're gonna be playing this game called Atmosphere." You say, pointing to where the computers lay. "It's the new game on Steam, but it's already becoming pretty popular. It's about pilots and airplanes, I think... Right Jason?"

"Uh-huh." He's fiddling with something, not really giving you any mind. Dan on the other hand, is invested in what you're saying, although he does have unexpected and unrelated inquiry:

"How long is your wife going to be gone?"

"She'll be coming back in three Thursdays. She's got some personal family thing." You would rather not go into it with a guy you only had internet communication with up until now.