Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

That's Over Now - Dan and Phil x Reader Ft. KickThePj

(Trigger warning: Non-Con/Rape, Violence, Night Terrors, Anxiety attacks, Pregnancy. This paints a Godawful picture of PJ, I don't hate him or anything, this is just for a plot and I couldn't think of a random name. I'm sorry if this offends anyone who is a fan of PJ, that's not the intention! xoxox)

Tears, screaming, fists at the wall. For months now, being with PJ has been Hell. I lived with Dan and Phil, something that pissed PJ off, but since I was kicked out by my parents, I had nowhere to go. I began dating him after I moved in with Dan and Phil and we've been dating for almost a year now. In the beginning, everything was fine with us, because we were always around Dan and Phil. Then they went on tour. That's where it all began.

The first night that Dan and Phil left, PJ came and spent the night. "Hey, baby." I smiled, walking to give him a hug. His hands didn't wrap around my waist like normal. Instead, they found their way to my neck. 

I gasped, reaching to grab his hands off of me. "Listen... You belong to me and since you've been here, I think you've forgotten who you belong to." I felt my back pop as he slammed me into the wall. "You're going to be shown over these next few months who you fucking belong to, do you understand me?" PJ yelled. I nodded frantically, inaudibly begging for air. He let me down and grabbed me immediately. "You're mine." PJ growled, biting my neck. I winced in pain, receiving a slap. "Shut up, bitch, you like this."

I shook my head, trying to get away from PJ. "Peej, get off of me!" I cried out, stumbling back and falling on the floor. PJ didn't waste any time and pinned me down, hands roaming my body. My eyes widened, knowing where he was going. "PJ, no!" His hand smothered my lips as I began to scream.

"I will fucking kill you, shut the fuck up!" He growled, pulling up my shirt. I felt trapped, there was nothing I could do. I'd be hurt either way it goes, I'd rather have my life. I cried, still trying to fight. Nothing could stop PJ, he was going to make me his.

That was the first time. While TATINOF was happening, I was a slave to PJ, catering to all of his sexual needs. This came to a pause when Dan and Phil finally came back. I isolated myself away from them, sending off signals. At night, they'd have to come wake me up to stop my screaming. "Y/N!" Dan spoke up, shaking me. Phil turned on a light and I curled into a ball. "You've been having some awful nightmares lately, are you sure you're okay?" Dan asked. 

I nodded quickly, "Yeah I'm fine. Now go back to bed you two." I got up, pushing them out of the room, locking the door. I sighed, sliding my back down the door, feeling lost. Why couldn't I tell my best friends that I was being abused? Maybe because, I wasn't the Y/N I was. I didn't have friends, I didn't have a boyfriend. 

The next evening, Dan and Phil had to go take care of some business at the radio show and I stayed home again. Bad mistake. PJ had been waiting for Dan and Phil to leave as we hadn't been together for weeks. "Why the fuck are you running away from me?" PJ screamed, pushing me against the door. "You belong to me. You aren't cheating on me hmm?" He asked, pressing up on me, hands tracing my skin. I felt so dirty, no amount of showers could clean me. Every time his hands grazed my body, I felt a burning, as if the patterns were now scarred into my skin. "Hmm? You're not being a little whore for Dan and Phil, are you?" I couldn't answer. I couldn't move, I was petrified. "Since you won't answer me, I'll have to make sure you know you're mine." He continued on as routine, dragging me to my bed, pinning me down. I lost hope in fighting him anymore, he was going to have his way with me whether I wanted it or not. He was going to use my body in all the wrong ways and I couldn't stop him.

I'd been laying there, crying for what felt like hours when I heard someone come in the lounge. PJ had left it dark in there just in case Dan and Phil came home, they'd think I was sleep. "Y/N?" Phil called. My heart began to race, my fight or flight skills coming in stronger than they had that first time.