#imagine dan

[bastilleisimagined]

Power

The bedroom is full of a dull amber glow from the lamp in the corner, relaxing you and Dan as you lie in bed, your index finger trailing up and down his spine. He's awfully quiet tonight; something seems to be on his mind, and you're determined to find out exactly what it is.

"Dan?" you ask quietly, your voice breaking the peaceful silence of the room. Dan looks over to you, his eyes red and puffy. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and concern diffuses through you. "What's wrong? Why are you upset?"  

"I just... I have a lot of things on my mind," he mumbles, his voice clearly deceiving him. Dan's never really been a brilliant liar.

You reach for his hand, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles as some sort of support. "You can tell me if you want. Or not. It’s your choice."  

Dan inhales deeply, taking a moment to collect himself. He closes his eyes, and breathes back out. "I'm thinking about my ex-girlfriend. She... she was controlling. Emotionally manipulative. Emotionally abusive," he says, opening his eyes again. The simple act tugs at your heartstrings, even more so at the tears crowding his eyes.

There's a short silence, just for a moment, as Dan once again collects himself, before he continues. "I don't know why I let her do it to me... I thought it was normal for her -- you know, it was just how she is. I could take it easily then, but I told her, you know, I wouldn't fall to my knees for some simplicity around there. I wouldn't let her get to me like that. When I realized what was going on, I was in too deep and couldn't figure out how to get out of the hole."  

Words escape you, and Dan's name seems to be the only thing you can say. Late night confessions had never really become this deep before -- not even with your friends during your teenage years.

"I just don't understand why I let her have the power that she had over me. She always used it against me -- and I don't even know if she was aware that she was doing it or not. I let her have it for too long, though, and that was my own fault. I was stupid to let her have it that long, to allow her to carry on." His long fingers run through his thick, dark hair. In moments like these, it feels as though actions truly do speak louder than words, which you seem to be losing by the moment. How do you respond when secrets like these come out?

Once again, your heart pangs uncomfortably with guilt, with sorry, even with remorse. This was only at the end of last year -- if you had known then, you could have been able to help him. You could have stopped this for him... "She did this to you? Your ex-girlfriend? Oh, Dan... I'm so, so sorry."

Dan just shakes his head. "It's not your fault. I guess... I guess you hurt the ones you love so easily because they're so trusting of you. When she hurt me, she really, really hurt me." He turns and looks at you, placing a hand lovingly on your cheek. "When you came along... the light and the end of the tunnel really was there. I'd still be with her if it wasn't for you."  

Tears fill your own eyes this time, "Dan... I'm so sorry. I wish I had known," you admit, a tear escaping your eye. "I feel so guilty. I wish I could have done something for you."  

"My love, you've done more than enough. Even without realizing. I love you, and things are getting better. Things are so much better, and I can't thank you enough for it."

~~~~~ fanofthebastillelife ~~~~~

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Imagine spending Christmas with Dan.

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Imagine drunk dialing Dan. 

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Imagine: Being in a fight with Dan. He talks to you through your bedroom door, trying to make up for the mean things he said, but you’re just not ready to forgive him.

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Imagine making Dan laugh.

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Imagine being cute with Dan.

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The Big Announcement

Anon wanted Dan announcing to everyone of your pregnancy. So I delivered (Get it? Haha… No? Okay).

~.~.~.~.~

Dinner with the band and Dan’s parents….it shouldn’t be too bad.

Except Dan’s gonna be the one announcing the news in front of everyone, right at the center of attention.

Everything about him tonight had bright, neon lights blaring out the words NERVOUS. His hands were white from clenching and unclenching them under the table, nails leaving marks as he made them into tight fists. He hasn’t stopped running his fingers through his hair since you broke it to him that he would have to tell everyone.

As the dinner flew by, you couldn’t help but notice that Dan had barely touched his food. When he wasn’t playing with a fork and twirling it about, he picked at the tablecloth. His eyes were completely unfocused, and his thoughts a million miles away, where seemingly no light could possibly touch it.

You aren’t the only one that has noticed this. His mother scrutinized him with a sharp eye.

“Dan, sweetie, what’s wrong with you tonight? You usually get second and third helpings of dessert.” She finally asks during a break in the conversation. Four synchronized heads turn to stare at Dan. Dan’s eyes widen so much that you wonder how they haven’t popped out yet, and right when you are about to open up your mouth and explain to everyone what has been bothering him, Dan blurts out, “I’m pregnant!”

Silence.

It only takes a moment for Dan to realize his mistake and even less time for Kyle to notice and instantly drop his jaw to the floor. Before you can do any damage control, Dan’s face turns deep red and your eyes meet Kyle’s from across the table. There was a little mischievous glint to them, which only meant one thing; he was going to pull something. But from where you’re sitting, there isn’t much you can do to stop whatever Kyle is planning on doing.

“Sooo…. how far along are you, Dan?” Kyle asks teasingly. Immediately after Kyle says this, he completely loses it, his whole body shaking in laughter that was so hard no sound comes out, clapping his hands together like a retarded seal.

You cover your mouth, attempting to contain your own nervous giggles, but stop dead when you glance up again and see Dan’s face, completely mortified and filled with horror. You’re surprised that he hasn’t gotten up yet to flee the embarrassment that has crashed down on him.

As Dan tries to scramble up out of this mess, he begins to quickly ramble an explanation that you can’t even begin to understand, let alone hear. Right after Dan finishes “speaking”, you look around the room to see blank faces staring back at him.

Awkward.

Dan slouches his chair, glancing around as if hoping for something to suck him right out of this situation.

You speak for the first time in what feels like an eternity, saying with a wobbly voice, “Um, what Dan was trying to say… which is probably really obvious now…. is that I’m pregnant. It’s been around 3 months now.”

Thankfully, the announcement this time around is met with great big smiles, Dan’s mother in happy tears, Kyle wearing the biggest and most brilliant smile. When everyone finishes congratulating you and Dan, you finally lock eyes with him, heart soaring at seeing the relief and joy that fills them. It’s all good. All good.

You made it through.

And the adventure has only just begun.

~~~~~ emileedle-leedle-lee ~~~~~

[bastilleisimagined]

Cuddling

An anon requested Cuddling Dan. Enjoyyyy!!!

The first thing you sense, before even opening your eyes, is the low sound of the TV, the news playing on a low volume, making the words almost incomprehensible. You slowly open your eyes, squinting blearily at the flashing screen. You must’ve fallen asleep on the couch again. You’re very reluctant to sit up, as that you are warm and comfortable, with your head resting on the lap… Wait, a lap??

Your brain finally registers a slow, rhythmical rubbing on the nape of your neck. You usually hate when people do that, oftentimes entrapping their hands when your shoulder and head instinctively clamp down on it, but this is different. It felt nice. You realize that you are tucked around a grey hoodie with the design of a wolf on the back.

It doesn’t take Sherlock to know that Dan had finally come home. You were waiting for him, excited to see him for the first time in months, but you must’ve fallen asleep before he came home.

You slowly twist around to lay on your back, eyes lazily drifting up to the face of your boyfriend. His scruff is starting to grow back, wearing wire-rimmed glasses. Dan looks back at you, smiling slightly.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he murmurs quietly, moving to mute the TV. "Miss me?"

Your only response is to groggily yawn, stretching out stiff, curled up legs. Dan chuckles.

"C’mon, let’s get you to bed," he says, standing up and putting his arms under you, those strong arms lifting you up like you were as light as a pillow. You automatically move to cling on to his neck. The slightly swaying of his cradle makes you feel even drowsier, and you close your eyes.

Finally, the door to your room creaks open, startling you slightly awake. Dan slowly sets you back down, under the bed sheets. He quickly pulls his T-shirt off, unbuckling his jeans to reveal checkered boxers, and he climbs into bed next to you. He then moves over closer to you, spooning you from behind, releasing a big, contented sigh. You smile sleepily.

Oh, how you’ve missed this.

*A/N okay this made me blush really badly. I hope it did the same for you!

~~~ escapeintothestars ~~~