KickThePj Imagines

7

PJ hates the night.

     Ever since he was little, he would have nightmares. They were dark, they were morbid, they consumed him. PJ knew that it wasn’t normal to have such dark dreams as a teenager but he made the most of it. He turned his crazy nightmares into his work. He based videos and short films on them, transforming the things that plagued his mind into beautiful, imaginative creations. A storyteller, they called him, and he took the title in stride.

     When PJ turned 20, his nightmares became less extreme. They died down little by little and what nightmares he did have, he turned into new video ideas. Some of his fans called him mad, others called him high. Many though, believed it was art and to PJ, it was. He created Wiggles the Clown, the Colour Bandit, and his Bug in a Rug over the next two years, as well as various others.

     It wasn’t until he met you that his nightmares started acting up again. It wasn’t through any fault of your own; PJ knew the blame was to be placed in the recent amount of stress that had been put on him. He was doing two short films and had barely any time to sleep. When he did, it resulted in violent nightmares full of evil grins, broken spirits, and the mark of failure. You would wake up to his rapid panting and his hands clutching the sheets as if they were his only line to the mortal world. Taking one hand in yours, you would start humming, caressing his face with your other hand. PJ would wake up, swallowing heavily, apologizing, and on the rare occasion, crying.

     It wasn’t until one fateful night, the day after filming was finished, that you realized just how bad PJ’s nightmares were. You woke up to the man you loved shuddering and whimpering. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead and you took his hand as usual. You sat up to kiss his cheek when you felt a sharp pain across your chest. You were suddenly pushed out of the bed and your head bounced off of the end table.

You sat there, stunned and a bit dizzy from the abruptness of everything. PJ was sitting up, eyes wide with fear and guilt.

"Shit, I’m so sorry. Y/n, I swear I didn’t mean it. Holy fuck, I-"

You raised a hand to silence him and crawled back into bed slowly.

"What did I do?" PJ whispered to you, hands curled into fists at his sides, as if afraid to touch you.

"You slapped me across the chest before pushing me out of bed."

You held your head where it had bumped into the table, finding only a very small lump. PJ’s eyes were watering in fright, looking like an innocent child.

"God, I’m so fucking sorry. I’ll just go," he whispered again before slipping out of bed to find his jeans.

"Peej, don’t. Come back to bed."

"Y/n, I hurt you. I hurt you! I slapped you and you hurt your head! What if you had hit the corner of it? What if you were bleeding? Would you still want me then?!" PJ asked, eyes manic in the blue gleam of the moon.

You watched him with a small smile on your face, “Peej, I’ll always want you. Now, come on. Get in. We’ll fix this together, okay?”

PJ contemplated it, running his hand through his bed hair numerous times before getting into bed with you. He stayed as close to his side as he could and you tugged him closer.

"You aren’t getting away that easily, PJ. I want to cuddle so get your butt over here."

"That’s not such a good idea. You know I didn’t want to cuddle just in case my nightmares got too out of control."

"And they just did so what’s the worst you can do? Let’s just try it once. If it still ends up badly, we’ll figure something out, okay? I love you and your nightmares won’t get in the way of our relationship."

     PJ crawled over and held you to his chest, face facing yours. He had never meant to hurt you and the pain of having done so was killing him on the inside. He could see a small outline of where he had slapped you and it made him wince. You looked into his eyes with such trust and love and PJ knew he had to protect you from the projections of his mind. He had to keep you safe. He held you closer still and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"We can do this. I can do this," he muttered to himself.     

     You nodded at his words and closed your eyes, forehead pressing against his chest as you fell asleep once again. PJ held you for a few minutes, letting the sorrow and guilt and hatred for himself overtake him before containing it. He needed to take care of you and the only way to do that was to take care of his mind and the nightmares that ruled his head. He pressed one more kiss to your lips before falling asleep.

     When the morning arrived, you woke up to the gentle sounds of PJ’s breaths. His arms were still wrapped around you and he had a small smile on his face. You looked down at your chest and saw a small bruise on it. You poked it and there was a little twinge of pain. The bump on your head wasn’t throbbing anymore. You watched your boyfriend, face clean of the burdens of his mind, and sighed. You loved him with all of your being and there was nothing that could change that fact.

     PJ’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and confused. His gaze focused on you and he smiled happily. He kissed your forehead and scrunched his nose at you. He watched you watch him for a while before realizing something.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Did I wake up again after the incident last night?"

"I don’t think so…"

    You watched as PJ’s eyes brightened and as his focus turned to the bruise on your chest. He trailed the outline of it slowly and carefully as he said his next words.

"I usually have at least two nightmares a night."

You looked at him, waiting for an explanation but he kept his interest on the bruise on your chest.

"What about it?"

"How many did I have last night?"

"Well, the first time, you pushed me out of the bed. The secon-"

You stopped and racked your brain for another instance of a nightmare.

"Wait, you only had one last night."

PJ nodded slowly before meeting your eyes. His were shining with triumph and you knew you looked the same.

"I only had one nightmare. After that, I fell asleep holding you and that’s all I remember!" PJ giddily stated and he took your hands in his, "You’re my medicine, y/n."

You laughed at that and nuzzled his neck before pulling away.

"We’ll need to test that theory, Mr. Liguori, just to be sure."

PJ smiled at you and kissed you happily. The guilt was still riding on in his mind but other than that, all PJ felt was freedom and elation.

You pulled back from PJ’s lips, “Let’s celebrate, Peej. We can take a nice, long shower and then go out for a walk. We can watch a movie later, eat some dinner, have some celebratory se-“

PJ cut off your sentence by kissing you again. He got out of bed and pulled you after him.

"I’m free!" he sang and you giggled.

"Come on, Peej. We have a long day ahead of us and I’m excited about it."

     PJ smiled at you and followed, hand holding yours as if you were now his lifeline to this world. As he closed the bedroom door, he couldn’t help but feel as if he cut off the last link to his past. PJ was moving on and he was taking you with him.

All credits go to Pokemasterpeej on tumblr 

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