Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Too Many Drinks - (Dan Howell)<TRIGGERING AS FUCK>

<thought I wrote that here and on Archive of Our Own, sorry>

This is happening again. Dan has been gone for hours and hours at a time almost every night this month. Each night, he comes home blackout drunk. Then he sleeps his hangovers away. It's a shame, especially when I've got great news to tell him.

As soon as I pick up the phone to call Phil, here he comes. Bringing a drunk ass Daniel into my living room. "Passed out on the bar counter." Phil sighed. I nodded, giving him a few cookies as a thank you for dealing with his shit. Phil laid Dan on the couch. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." He smiled. He gave me a kiss on the cheek. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was like my brother.

As soon as Phil left, Dan stood up, coming to me. "What was that?" He said, slurring. He pinned me against the wall in our hallway. The force knocked down a picture of us on our 3 year wedding anniversary. I looked into Dan's eyes, fearing what was happening.

"What the fuck? Dan, let me go!" I yelled. He just put more crushing pressure on my wrists. I winced in pain. "Dan, Phil and I always do that, you know it. He's the closest thing I've got to a brother."

Dan chuckled darkly. "So you'd fuck a brother?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Awe, baby girl, tell me you aren't that clueless." He smirked.

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?" I asked, glaring at him. I was small anyway, I couldn't compete with his 6'3 stature at all.

"I remember that one time you and Phil hooked up." He smirked, grabbing my hip roughly. "Who's to say you didn't try it again?"

"That happened back when you and Phil first met." I said. "How in the hell is that relevant now?"

I felt a strike against my face, matched with my high scream. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again." Dan yelled, grabbing me by my wrists. He was strong enough to pick my entire body up like that. Once he did that, he took me to the bedroom. "You are mine, don't you fucking forget it." He attached his lips to my neck, kissing roughly. I tried to raise my hand to push him away but my hands felt lifeless and numb. I began to panic even more. What the hell happened to my husband? He turned into a demon, someone who I refused to love or to be around. He pinned me down into our bed. A bed once full of love, now filled with a drunken control and intoxicated hate.

I beat on his chest. "Dan!" I yelled, "Fucking stop it!" I began crying, stressing out. "Please!" I begged.

Dan pushed my arms down. "Shut up!" I have no idea who this man is. It's not Daniel James Howell. Within moments I felt the chill of the room on my bare skin. I would think that feeling Dan's skin against mine made me warmer, but I just felt even icier. "It appears to me that I need to fucking show you who you belong to!" Dan yelled, slapping me. I cried out covering my face. Instinctively, I clamped my legs together, but Dan just forced them back apart. This wasn't happening. We'd been married for 5 years, why would he being doing this to me? Is it because I gave him my life at 19? Did I not notice a side of him that needed to be recognized? Was I too blind to have seen it before it was too late? It's most definitely too late now. Every fiber of my body screamed "no." That is, every fiber except my voice. I prayed so hard and desperately for Phil to have forgotten something of his that'd he'd given to his best friend or something I had that I'd forgotten to give him. Anything to stop this from happening.

I began vocalizing my cries, feeling nothing but pain. Physical pain and the pain of betrayal and humiliation.  Dan quickly slammed his hand over my mouth, muffled every sound. My No's turned into moans, even though this was far from pleasurable. "I swear to God," Dan growled. "Make another sound, I'll make this worse. Don't test me, woman." I could stop fighting, but the sick bastard inside of my lover would say I accepted this. Although I had already lost, I refused to cease fire. I bit his hand and took the backhand coming for me. "You bitch!" He shouted, letting a punch land on my eye.