Dan Howell X Reader: Spooked (Request!)

“Dan!!”

You tossed your keys into the air, catching them in your opposite hand. You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for your boyfriend at the foot of the stairs. He was no doubt locked up in his room working on a video or drowning in Malteasers. You had begged him to visit a cemetery with you on the cold, dark Halloween night, and he begrudgingly agreed after much persuasion. He seemed to be holding out on his promise, though, as you messed with your costume.

“Daniel Howell!”

You heard your shared bedroom door creak open, light flooding into the hall as he edged towards the stairs. His face was painted white, a cheap cape on his back. Of course he decided to be a vampire. You smiled reassuringly as he leaned over the rail.

“Let’s go, silly.”

Dan’s expression became one of pleading as he stood on the steps.

“(Y/n), can we just stay home?”

You playfully stomped a foot, crossing your arms.

“But you promised!”

An exaggerated groan escaped his stained red lips, shuffling down the steps to stand in front of you. You smiled warmly, pecking his nose before you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Oh, he had no idea.

*~~*

You slinked between the headstones scattered around you, the moon bright and the wind howling through your hair. Dan hugged himself tightly as he tried to keep up, not having fun in the slightest.

“(N/n), come on. I need to edit these videos before tomorrow.”

You turned to face him, giving a playful grin as you waved your fingers in his face.

“What’s the matter, Dan? You’re not scared, are you?”

He scoffed a bit, taking your hands in his before you began to dance around like idiots.

“The only scary thing here is your face.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, twirling away before leaning against a grave.

“Oh, you’re hilarious.”

He was ready to laugh and retort when the roar of an engine stopped you both. You turned to see where you had parked your car on the side of the road, shielding your eyes as the headlights flickered on. Dan swallowed roughly, going rigid in fear as he glanced at you.

“Who the hell’s driving your car?”

You said nothing, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your keys. You held them up to where he could see, the color draining from your face as the engine roared again. Making a quick decision, you grabbed his wrist and began to maneuver through the headstones.

“Run!!”

*~~*

You rushed into an old shed, slamming the door behind you. It muffled the sounds of your car’s engine, your breathing heavy and labored as you and Dan leaned against each other. He seemed to clutch onto you for dear life, you doing the same to him as you slammed yourselves against the wall.

“What the actual hell?!”

You glanced at the YouTuber, shaking your head as you tried to catch your breath.

“I-I don’t know...”

You opened your mouth to speak again when headlights loomed through the musty window opposite of you. Your eyes widened as you screamed, burying your head in of the crook Dan’s neck. He grabbed your upper arms for half a second before he pulled open the door and raced outside. Your keys jingled in your pocket, the muscles of your legs burning as you ran. What had you gotten into?

*~~*

Both you and Dan dodged into the shelter of an alley, the car’s revving engine growing louder as you cowered in the corner. Neither of you could even catch your breath as it skidded to a stop and slowly began to pull closer. A scream escaped your throat for the second time that night, Dan shutting his eyes as he clutched you against his figure. He was kissing his life goodbye when the car shut off and a different sound met his ears. It wasn’t your screaming or someone coming to save you. It was laughter. Your laughter.  He slowly peeled open his eyes to see you doubled over against him, laughing to your heart’s content. Your car doors opened, three people stepping out and laughing almost as hard. Dan squinted against the darkness to make out their features, labeling them as Phil, Pj, and Chris. What? He looked back at you, your arms around your stomach as tears poured down your (s/c) cheeks.

“Y-You should’ve seen your face..!”

Your three friends were chuckling as they helped you two up, Dan more confused than ever as he turned to Pj.

“But, how did you-..?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single key. Of course. You always had a spare key to your car. Dan stood in shock, his gaze falling to the pavement below as you wiped your eyes, still giggling.

“Ohhh, that was priceless.”

You high-fived Chris, Phil, and Pj, happy with yourself as you hugged your boyfriend tightly.

“Happy Halloween, Dan.”

He looked up at you, slowly bringing an arm around your shoulders, a smile curling at his lips. Maybe he was so angry he wasn’t. Or maybe he loved you so much he didn’t have the urge to stab you. You could never tell with him. You didn’t wait for a response, though, as you walked to the car.

“Hey, candy on me!”

Phil, Pj, and Chris cheered before climbing in the back, leaving Dan to shuffle to the passenger side in bewilderment.

*~~*

You sat around the table, a scary movie drowning on as you looked at your hand of cards. It started with the scrambling to get the best candy, and it immediately became gambling. You tossed in a pack of Twizzlers, Pj doing the same. You leaned back into Dan’s chest, your seat on his lap comfortable as he kept his arms around your waist. He would occasionally pepper your neck with kisses, causing you to smile and nuzzle against him before you would pop a Malteasers into his mouth. As Chris and Phil were arguing over a chocolate bar like children, you lolled your head back on Dan’s shoulder.

“Sorry I spooked you.”

He hummed in response, covering you both with his cheap cape for warmth.

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

You giggled quietly, kissing him on the jaw before you shut your eyes.

“I certainly am.”