Youtubers Imagines

Phil

The work piled up around you. The books, the reports, the revisions, everything swallowed you in like a horrible monster. Exams were a horror you’d never escape. If you wanted to pursue the dream of being a literature professor, you needed to pass the exams and the tests and all the damn requirements first. Sitting at your desk, highlighting and making notes in your copy of Hawthorne’s House of the Seven Gables for Historical Literature, you thought you might throw the book to the wall. The work became too much for you at times. Why was it this difficult to be something you weren’t entirely sure about? You questioned whether this was truly what you wanted. Your real dream was to have published books, become a novelist, and have people love/appreciate your work. You wanted the weight of your first novel in your hands, see the illustrated cover, and your name right across the bottom beneath the title. Teaching English came as an afterthought for a “regular job”. So you “had a steady income”.

Writing. That’s the only thing you saw in your dreams. And Phil, of course. You could never imagine doing anything in life without Phil around. He made everything so much better without even trying. He lifted up your day easier than lifting up a piece of paper. His smile, his voice, his warmth, his…everything, just brought a smile on your face. You were jotting down a note about the novel when your phone began buzzing.

"Hey busy bee," Phil’s voice came from the other line once you answered.

"Hey babe," You replied wearily.

"What’s wrong?"

"Everything. I have like so much studying crap on my desk and I just….I want it to go away. Like, seriously, when I look at all of this work it makes me rethink what career I want."

"Y/N, we’ve talked about this before: If you’re having second thoughts about your career options, you can just take a year off. I mean, it’s not like you don’t have a job or live with your mum anymore. You’d have more time to relax, and figure things out instead of stressing about them all the time. The more you stress about it, the more you’ll hate it."

"I simply don’t want to end up getting into a teaching job, realizing I fucking hate it by the time I’m forty, and then being stuck with it because it’s too late for something else," You sighed.

"That’s why you should take time to rethink things. Try laying off the books for tonight. I can come over and we’ll watch a movie or something."  

A night alone with Phil sounded incredible. You both hadn’t had a Phil+You night in a long time, since he’s so busy with his radio station and his videos, while you were busy working and learning. You wanted so badly to snuggle in a blanket beside him and watch whatever you decide. For a moment, you believed the world was secretly keeping you both apart. 

But you had your discussion topics, your essay, and reading assignments…

"I can’t, Phil. I have all this shit due-"

"-I’m sure you could put it down for a couple of hours. You need to give your brain a break, Y/N. Otherwise, you’ll go crazy like Dan did-" "HEY!" "-Come on…I’ll come over with dinner for us both."

You supposed you could push everything back. The deadlines were the day after tomorrow, so you could manage the time.

You smiled to yourself, “Why are you so good to me?”

"Because I care about you, obviously. I don’t like you being upset. I hate you going to school because it stresses you out so much, and we all know what you’re like when you’re stressed. You can tell me more about it when I get there, yeah?"

"Yeah…" You paused a minute, "I love you, Phil."

"I love you too, Y/N. Put the books away before they eat your brain."

"I’ll try."

You both said your goodbyes and you began stacking your books away.

The End :)

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