#philimagine

[phantabulouslycute]

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First Kiss

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[myskinnyjeandreams]

Phil: Hey babe, can you pass me the remote?

Dan: "I mean I could, but, why would I want to?" ;)

Phil: ....

Dan: ....

Phil: ....

Dan: it's selen-

Phil: get out of my house

[kessica25]

Imagine!

People rush by in a hurry to get to their planes. It made you feel a bit claustrophobic but it would be worth it. "Y/N!" Someone shouts. You look in that direction to see an elderly couple holding hands, but as they separate, your boyfriend Phil appears between them. You giggle at this as Phil try's to push forward but the couple won't let him go ahead. "Please, my girlfriend is over there, just let me go over to her" Phil pleads. "Rude boy!" Says the old woman. They walk at a snails pace and thus continues a long few minutes as Phil walks behind them. When they eventually reach you, Phil reaches in for an embrace. He's warm - quite sweaty - then kisses you on the head. "It's so good to see you, I've been waiting for this holiday for so long!" You sigh slightly. "I'm so excited too! Those people were so weird, they didn't let me go in front of them since they go off the train... An hour ago! I thought I would try to get here before you but my curse of attracting weird people never fails I guess!" He seems really pissed off, understandably. You both walk to customs quite scared as people usual are. Thankfully you both get through quickly, though Phil's bag is taken away. It only takes a couple of minutes as it turns out Phil accidentally forgot he had a butter knife in his bag. You sigh. Phil is adorable but very mysterious, his mind is confusing. Eventually you get to the plane within time and sit next to each other. He let's you have the window seat as long as he can look out, invading your personal bubble. The journey is very long; you listen to the audio version of The Fault in our Stars together because he hasn't read it and feels the need to hear John Greens actual words instead of the Directors interpretation of it. Plus it's read by John Green himself. When it finishes, Phil kisses you on the lips. Every part of your body tingles. His lips are sweet and warm, tears from his face drip into your mouths but it doesn't matter. All that matters now is Phil and you. "I love you Y/N. I know oblivion is inevitable and love is just a shout into the void but I love you and I'm not ashamed to say so" he announces rather loudly. "I love you too Phil...." You snuggle into his chest and fall asleep. When you wake up the plane is about to land and you watch as everyone ascends. "Wow" the views are beautiful, rolling mountains and wildlife everywhere. The sun shining as it's still early in the day but your so tired. As you go to collect your luggage, you realise that Phil is doing his weird hand thing. You take a picture and write a draft tweet about it for when you have wifi. The airport is quite cool but when you step out into the fresh air, you're overcome by the difference in heat from Britain. "I rented us a car, let's go and see what a wreck it'll be!" Phil approaches from behind hugging you around the waist. Hand in hand, carrying your bags you walk out into the car park. He was right, the car was a complete dump, it was an Audi A3 which is a decent car but the seats were torn and there was so much dust and sand on the hood. Phil took the keys and turned the car on. You drive to the villa that Phil payed for. He was so sweet and somehow had a lot more money than you thought. The villa was lovely! It had a spacious living room with a television, a sofa and an arm chair; all very modern and flash. The kitchen was newly built but not tacky. There was one huge bedroom upstairs with a balcony and glass wall. The view was stunning, it overlooked a great big valley with a serene lake at the bottom. You pull out your Polaroid camera and take a picture of it, but Phil rudely photobombs! "Phil! Don't ruin the view" you tease. He comes up to you and takes the camera from your hand. "Get in" he says. "Why? Just take a picture of it" you order. "Not without you in it, you make the view beautiful" butterflies flutter in your stomach. All you can do is reach up to kiss him. This kiss is different, longer, more intense. After a while he slips his tongue in too, it was slimy but really good. "I love you so much" you say to Phil once you part. "I love you too Y/N. This holiday is going to be amazing" he says, holding you tight, both looking forward to the holiday to come...

[iwantafeatherpen]

When you are having an off day

When ever you have one of those days, when nothing seems to go right and you just feel crummy, Phil is always there to brighten up your day. That's what drew you to him, actually, the way he could change the atmosphere in a room with just one of his adorable smiles.

Say you finally get out of bed, only to fall face first into the couch, responding to his inquiries about your okayness with self suffering groans. He almost always quietly giggles to himself at this point, because you remind him so much of a grumpy toddler. He doesn't really have anything to do today, the radio show was yesterday, and he already edited his video, so he decides to subject himself to your whim. 

When your whim is unintelligible, he chooses to take matters into his own hands and attempt to cheer you up. He almost always starts with making your favorite tea, and sometimes one of the cookies you two had made earlier that week. Sitting down next to you, he'll make you sit up so you don't spill all over everything before getting a comb. 

For some reason, he really likes your hair, so he takes these days when you aren't feeling great to play with it without being swatted away because you are going out soon. He does actually know how to braid, as he was there when you had watched two straight hours of youtube videos showing you how to braid at one in the morning. So he gets to work, gently combing through the snarls, making sure he isn't hurting you before he gets to work. He doesn't really like the regular braid though, he doesn't consider it enough of a challenge, so he does the fishtail. When it's done, it is actually much better than one you could of done, and when you tell him so, he looks so proud of himself. You feel your mood melting away after seeing his adorable face, and him braiding your hair did feel really nice.

Almost always after braiding your hair, the two of you will move all of the furniture out of the living room, and you bring all of the pillows and blankets and stuffed animals you have and make a massive fort, and stay in there the rest of the day, watching Disney movie after Disney movie, and having little karaoke breaks in the middle. Soon enough, whatever mood you were in fades away, and looking at Phil smiling with his tongue poking out, you really can't remember why you were even the slightest bit upset when you have Phil next to you.

[foursomeimagines]

Weight Off My Back

Requested by loving-lester. Enjoy :)

***

            You sat in front of your laptop, your head in your hands. You wanted to break down in tears you were so stressed. The fact that Dan and Phil were playing Sonic Four incredibly loudly in the lounge didn't help, either. You just wanted to finish your stupid essay for human studies that was due in two days, but no matter what you just couldn't focus. You threw your head back and screamed. You heard footsteps making their way towards you and the door opened to reveal Phil. "Are you okay?" he asked.

            "No!" you shouted. "I need to write this ten page essay but I can't focus at all!"

            You turned to look at him, glaring. "This is due in two days, Phil. Two days. I need to get it done."

            He walked over to you and took your hand. "Well, sitting in front of your laptop screaming isn't going to get it done any faster, either."

            You groaned, going limp, allowing his to drag you around. He laughed, turning on the radio you kept on your dresser. "What are you doing?" you asked him.

            "You need to relax," he said, pulling you closer to him.

            "I'm fine," you said, trying to step back.

            He stepped with you, placing one of his hands on your waist and left the other secured in your hand. He began practically dragging you along to the rhythm of the song until you gave in and started allowing your feet to support themselves. He pulled you close to his chest and stepped back, spinning you around. You smiled as he stepped back up to you, placing your arm around his neck. He dipped you, and as he leaned down you closed the rest of the gap. All the weight of the stress had leaped off of your back as the two of you stood there, lips locked. You smiled against him and pulled back, looking him in the eyes. No matter what, his bright, blue eyes always calmed you down.

            "I ship it."

            You both turned your heads to see Dan, leaning against the door frame, smiling. You started laughing, forgetting all about the essay you had been so worried about only minutes before. 

[foursomeimagines]

Worth it

This imagine was requested by jacescythe. Enjoy :)

***

            You hear a knock at your door and you start to get up. "Coming!" you yell. You open the door and Phil is standing there smiling at you. "Phil? I told you I was sick and I'd have to take a rain check on our date."

            He smiled apologetically. "I know... I just really wanted to see you," he said, kissing you on the head afterwards. You smiled at him. He stepped into your flat and walked over to your sofa. "And guess what I brought?"

            "Maybe..." he murmured, pulling the disc out of his jacket. You hopped onto the sofa as he slid the disc into your Xbox. He took the controller and cuddled up with you, starting the game.

            You coughed. "Your fans will kill me if I get you sick."

            "I have a strong immune system," he shrugged it off.

            For the next two hours you both switched at each checkpoint, and you had finally gotten to the point where you have to fight Mecha Red. You knew that after this, the game was over. You had beaten it enough times to know exactly everything there was to know about the game, but still loved it nonetheless. You hit Mecha Red with the last blow and the professor sunk him down to a smaller size, announcing that he was going to use him for his experiments. You tossed the controller aside as it started rolling through the credits. "What now?" you asked Phil.

            He popped his head around the wall from your kitchen. "You finished it already?" he questioned you in surprise. You nodded. "Wow. You keep getting better and better at that game."

            "I've grown up with it."

            He nodded, coming back to the sofa wielding a bowl of soup. "For you," he announced.

            "Aww, thanks," you murmured, taking it.

            "You're welcome," he said, pulling out his flip camera.

            "You're making a YouTube video?" you asked.

            "Why not?" You rolled your eyes. He threw his arm around you. "Hey guys! [Y/N]'s sick," he pouted. "So I asked you to tweet using the hashtag #ThingsIdRatherDoThanBeSick. These are some of the things you said."

            "Phil," you turned to look at him. "You never did that."

            "The power of editing," he winked at you, cheekily.

            You watched as he pulled out his phone and quickly tweeted, "Tweet using the hashtag #ThingsIdRatherDoThanBeSick to be in my video for this week! :D". Immediately tweets started rolling in. Phil turned back on the flip camera. He handed his phone to you to read them out.

            You read through some of them, laughing. "About a bazillion of you said 'Phil's mum'. Well done, Phil. How did you not see that coming?" you turned to him.

            He shook his head. "Why do I even try?"

            You continued reading out some of them and making commentary until the point that you were each out of breath from laughing so much. You turned off the camera and set it on the coffee table. "Why don't we watch a movie?"

            "Sure," he said. "What movie?"

            You thought for a second. "Tangled," you had to admit it was one of your favorite movies. Flynn Rider was definitely your favorite Disney prince. Phil smiled and stood up, getting your copy of Tangled off the DVD shelf. He stuck it into your DVD player and grabbed a blanket, cuddling up with you. He placed a kiss on your lips. "Phil," you whined, "Now you're going to get sick."

            "It'll be worth it," he whispered, leaning back in and locking lips with you once again.

            The Next Day

            You went on to YouTube and saw that Phil had posted his video. You clicked it, watching through and laughing at all the same parts you had yesterday. At the end he added in a small commentary of him on his bed. You could tell by how pale he was that he had caught your illness. The only thing he said was, "Worth it."

[foursomeimagines]

Missing You

         Second imagine! This one was actually requested, by y0tube-is-my-life. It's sorta short, but yeah. 

***

  You sat on the sofa of yours and Phil's flat, waiting for the door to open so you could jump into his arms. You hadn't seen him in a week, due to the fact that he was at Playlist live. You had been hanging out with Dan to fill the void, but it wasn't the same. The doorknob began to stir and you stood up; a smile on your face as he walked in through the door. "Phil!" you yelled, running up to him and throwing your arms around his neck.

            "Hey, [Y/N]. I've missed you so much," he said before pecking you on the lips.

            "Let's do it, then."

            Phil took your hand and led you to the sofa, lying down. You curled up into him and he put his arms around you. You sighed contently, going to the DVR to find the recording. You started watching it, and could tell fifteen minutes in he wasn't really paying attention. "Is something wrong?" you asked him.

            He yawned. "Not really. I'm just tired. Jetlag, you know?"

            You paused it. "Why don't we go to bed, then? We can watch this tomorrow."

            "Are you sure?"

            You nodded. You didn't care about the show that much, anyways. You just wanted to spend time with Phil. He got up drowsily and you both walked hand in hand to your bedroom. You were already in pajamas, so he just stripped down to his boxers. You smiled, placing your hands on his chest. He smiled down at you, getting into bed.

            You placed your head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling it move up and down with every breath he took. You had missed the warmth of being next to him each night. You sat up and leaned forward, placing your lips on his. That was what you missed the most of all. "I love you," you whispered.

            "I love you, too."