old pram

Dad

Request: I was wondering if you would write an imagine where the reader (female) and Dan were together but Dan broke up with them and he meets her a year later in a shop or something and she’s got a baby in a pram that’s the image of Dan?

Word count: 422

Warnings: Nope

This was adorable to write! Enjoyy

Originally posted by shinyphan

It had been at least three years since you last saw Dan, and yet, there he was, scanning the frozen items with a look of concentration. He looked different – much more mature, and his hair was shorter and no longer straightened. He looked… Happier.

You debated if you should go and speak to him, but you didn’t have to make this decision as he grabbed something from the freezer and turned to see you staring at him. A surprised grin spread across his face, and your heart still did the small skip it always did when you saw him.

“Y/N? How long as it been?” He called, his eyes widening as he saw the next thing on your mind.

The two-year-old in the pram before you gave away your biggest secret.

“Hey, Dan.” You smiled nervously, returning the embrace he was offering. “How have you been?”

“Great, thanks. I see you have a new addition?” He grinned softly at the little boy. You hoped hadn’t seen the familiar coloured eyes and shape of lips as his father.

“Yeah… I do.” You giggled.

“What’s his name?” He asked, crouching down and allowing the young boy to grab his finger.

“James.” You replied. Dan laughed, running his thumb across James’ cheek.

“Is his dad around?” This question made your heart sink. You knew you should tell him, but how?

“Well… You are his dad.” You finally sighed, watching your son, unable to look Dan in the eye.

“Wait- What- You mean?” Dan stood back up, completely baffled. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice grew soft, and you smiled sadly.

“You were young, had such a big future. I couldn’t stop all that for you.” You glanced up to look at Dan, his eyes tearful.

“You were younger, though. Y/N, I could have helped you.” He sighed.

“I coped on my own.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “I made some decisions, Dan. I was young and scared… But never have I once regretted having him.” You stood in silence for a while after.

“Well… I’d like to be back in his life, and yours. If I am his dad, I want to be a good one.” Dan’s tone was hopeful, and you smiled.

“I never wanted you out of his life.” You scanned his eyes, which seemed to reflect guilt.

“I’m sorry.” The words were barley a whisper.

“You didn’t know.” You pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek. “We have the future to make things good again, right?”

“Of course.”

((Can I use danisnotonfire in the tags anymore????))

anonymous asked:

Y'know how in professional baby photos they usually have some kinda prop. Like newborns'll be sleeping on a little tiny bed or in mine cause i was a little older i was standing up holding onta a little old fashioned pram. Well i like to think that chris kept the helmet from his first space suit from his first trip to the iss and for your daughter's baby photos she's curled up sleeping in it or if she's a lil older she's sitting up in it peeking over the top

i couldnt find the photos i wanted of this but i love everything about this 

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Daddy Wednesday™

The Difference Between UK and USA reality TV
  • Kitchen Nightmares USA opening: *flashy clips of the restaurant in question with a lousy version of "Miserlou" played over it* TONIGHT ON KITCHEN NIGHTMARES YOU SERIOUSLY WON'T FUCKING BELIEVE HOW TERRIBLE THIS PLACE IS
  • Kitchen Nightmares UK opening: *shot of a rainy English countryside, no sound save for nature, switch to a black-peacoat-wearing Gordon Ramsey marching down a street past closed businesses and old ladies pushing prams* I'm in the country. North of London. In the heyday of coal mining, this once bustling town was home to one of the highest-rated restaurants in the Isle....
Science Fair
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *enters, holding his daughter; excited* Guess who won first prize in a science fair?
  • Baby Holmes: *chewing a winner's ribbon*
  • Molly: *reading; looks up, smiles* Hi.
  • Sherlock: *kisses her cheek* Hi *gestures at the ribbon* First prize. My clever little girl *kisses his daughter's cheek*
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* You managed to find a science fair...for babies?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Babies, children. She entered, she won.
  • Molly: *folds her arms* She's four months old.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *digs in his pockets* And a five hundred pound voucher! *removes the money; waving it slowly*
  • Molly: *trying not to smile*
  • Sherlock: *innocent* Love you.
  • Molly: *sighs* God help me, I love you too.
  • Sherlock: *smug*

I was inspired to try and find the oldest piece of writing I hadn’t deleted and it’s from right after I turned 14. It… is the most pretentious thing… omfg. I was so proud of this shit. It was my featured deviation, back when the dA lit community was active and cool. I thought I was a fucking prodigy. At least I can confirm that my obsession with girls who have boy names and kiss girls has been ongoing for at least twelve years.