Dan and Phil Imagines

Cooking Up a Storm

~A/N~ This is a Dan romance one, hope you enjoy it. PLEASE send me some ideas, I only have one more in my head at the minute (it's a Phil) so any help would be appreciated. Do you want to see more friendship ones? Do you prefer serious imagines or funny ones? What situations do you want me to write about? Please post some help for me, I'm blonde, my brain can only work so much.

Em :P

"Hello Internet! As you can see, we are in the kitchen today, and you know what that means... no, I'm not making spatula porn, for anyone who said that. No utensils will be harmed in the process of making this video." Dan looks seriously into the camera lens for a moment, then his face is split by a smile. "It means I'm cooking! Yeah! Again! Look forward to the train wreck that will undoubtedly be the result of this culinary escapade. Obviously I can't do this alone, I can't be trusted to use a whisk without supervision, so I thought to myself, 'Who would I most like to cook with today?' Unfortunately Delia Smith is busy, as is Phil, so I'm stuck with Y/N."

You pop up from under the counter in a star jump, making Dan jump back in surprise in an effort to avoid you hitting him in the face. This only just works. Both of you crack up.

 "Why were you so surprised, you knew where I was! Oh, there are gonna be so many gifs made out of that. Your little face!" you shout between bursts of laughter.

 "I know, I fail at being a human. Right, you know how this works, right?"

 "Yes, obviously. We follow a recipe from Saint Delia, we fail, we make a mess, we eat the result. Done!"

 "No, actually. I'm gonna follow a recipe from Saint Delia, you're gonna take notes then clean up my mess. Okay?"

You aren't okay with this. You thump Dan's arm, hard.

 "Sexist pig. We're both cooking, and we're both cleaning. No, scratch that, we'll cook, we'll eat, Phil can clean."

 "It's a deal! Time to get our lemon cake on."

After washing your hands, grabbing aprons and the ingredients, you stand in front of Dan, who has donned a chef's hat.

 "What's the first step, cap'n?" you salute him.

 "After preheating the oven 170 degrees Celsius, put all of the ingredients in a mixing bowl."

You do as he says. Instead of doing the normal thing and pouring everything in slowly, you throw everything into the bowl at once, causing a cloud of flour to cover your faces.

 "Smooth, Y/N, smooth."

 "Lost my cool there."

 "Can't lose what you never had!" remarks Dan sarcastically. You decide to punish him by flicking flour in his face.

 "Ha ha, now you're paler than Phil!"

Dan returns the flour flick. You look like a ghost. The flour fight distracts you both for a good five minutes. The white powder covers you, from your hair to your shoes. Dan looks at you from under his now-dusty eyelashes, his cheeky brown eyes really are the only things that aren't covered in flour, now. Same with you. Before the eye contact can turn into a 'moment' (you've been in love with Dan for a couple of years now, a moment with him has been your dream since the day you met him. Just thought I'd casually drop that bomb on you, carry on) he flicks more flour at your face, resuming the fight. Another couple of minutes of adorable fighting ensue. The squeals and shrieks as flour falls around you cause Phil to emerge from the depths of his bedroom.

 "What are you two- I'm not going to ask. You are gonna clean up, right?"

Sheepish looks are exchanged between you and Dan. Phil just rolls his eyes, leaving to get away from the madness. Once again you both crack up, grabbing onto each other as you crumple to the floor in a heap of laughter and tears.