Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Leaving with Somebody Else

Loosely based on Somebody Else by t1975

gn! mentions of boyfriend, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Tad OOC, ANGST, swearing, alcohol, mentions of hookups, pet names, some NSFW

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Arms linked walking into a dive bar, you looked around the room taking in the smell of shitty alcohol, looking at the handsome man standing next to you as you both smiled at each other. Unbeknownst to either of you, a somewhat of a bitter ex sat at the bar watching the encounter.

Phillip Graves threw back his bourbon motioning at the bartender for another one, it was his 3rd already, maybe the 4th, he didn't bother to count. He watched as you dragged your newest "toy" across the bar to a booth, where you both sat on the same side, something he introduced to you.

"Phillip no way in hell are we sitting on the same side of this booth c'mon", you laughed as you tried to push him out of the seat. Graves looked at you with a smirk, "Darling, you're gonna have to try harder to get me away from you".

The memory was haunting, it made him sick. He had heard around the barracks you were with someone new, he didn't care to hear the rest though. It was easier for him to erase you from his memory than indulge in the what-ifs.

Phillip and you had called it quits officially a year ago, the following 5 months consisted of late-night hookups trying to convince each other that maybe you could fix it.

"I can't keep doing this at 4am Phil", you were sorting through your clothes and getting dressed after crawling back to your ex, despite telling yourself that last time was the last time.

"I don't see the issue doll, I think we work perfectly together, c'mon let's try it again, we'll be better". Despite wanting to believe him, you knew the spark was gone, and the hookups just prevented the inevitable of not seeing each other again. Phillip would never admit that the love had gone cold, it had to be you.

Finally dressed, you walked over to Graves, who was standing by the bed. His hair tousled, with his blue eyes piercing through you. Small tears started to roll down your face as you reached a hand up to cup Phillip's face, he knew what was coming.

"Thank you", is all you said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek and headed out his door for the last time.

After that night Phillip always tried to tell himself that you would come back, just like last time. Now back in the bar, he saw you with somebody else, confirming the swirl of rumors he once tried so desperately to ignore.

Phillip knew and had come to accept that there was no love there anymore, and he told himself he had gotten over you but seeing you with somebody else made his heart pound. Thinking about you and your new boyfriend doing the things you and he used to do. The weird ownership he felt over you as if you weren't allowed to be sitting with somebody else.

Sitting in the booth with your new beau, you could feel eyes on you. Glancing up, you saw Phillip Graves sitting casually at the bar with his classic bourbon. He was probably meeting some new girl, you thought to yourself. Graves was always the most attractive man in the room, there was no doubt about that, seeing him again confirmed that.

Your mind wandered, did he move on to? It was a tad hypocritical to feel upset that he may be waiting for somebody else as you were quite literally there with a new guy, the feeling of jealousy still plagued your mind.

"You alright babe?" the voice next to you pulling you back to reality.

"Yeah, a bit lost in thought", your hand grazing the bicep of the man, " Mind getting me a drink?"

He smiled and nodded as he stood up kissing your forehead, "I'll get your usual".

Graves watched the whole encounter, feeling as if he was transparent, did you see him sitting 5 feet away from you? Did you care? His empty glass clinked on the wooden bartop, this time the bartender was ready with the next one. Phillip's eyebrows raised as a silent thank you to the man behind the bar.

"Is that any good, I can't decide what to get," Graves' head whipped around, was this real? The man you walked in with, now talking to him. He must've not known the history, Graves told himself, no way he would be talking to your ex if he knew otherwise.

"It's s'alright, gets the job done ya know", Graves tipped the drink toward the source of his jealousy.

"That's convinced me enough, thanks dude", the man's hand patted Graves' shoulder as he ordered a bourbon and some drink Graves had not heard of. It hadn't been that long and Phillip felt as if you were a stranger to him.

Too distracted with your phone to notice the interaction being had with your current and past lovers, only looking up once you heard the glassware of the drink hit the table. "Bourbon? You hate bourbon", confusingly looking at the stout glass your boyfriend held as he took a small sip. "The guy at the bar recommended it, it's not horrible"

"The guy as in the bartender?"

"No the dude on the stool with the blue button up", you didn't even have to look over to figure out he was talking about Phillip, was this some tactic to get under your skin? Downing the rest of your drink, you looked up at your boyfriend in front of you.

"Forget the bourbon, let's go home", at this point you figured Phillip was trying to get your attention, thinking you would run back to him. Tugging at the collar of your boyfriend's shirt you pulled him in for a slow kiss, knowing Graves who was sitting 5 feet away was watching.

Phillip finished his drink with the bartender now signaling him he had been cut off by handing him the tab that had been racked up over the night. His eyes now glued to the pair in the booth with his stomach churning, the kiss made him want to throw up. That was him at one point, and now you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.

Graves' eyes followed you, as your boyfriend led you out of the bar as you happily trailed behind.

You were leaving with somebody else as he sat at the bar with his empty glass and hefty tab.

Phillip forced the down idea of the two of you together as he threw down some cash and picked up his jacket to leave the shitty bar. Skimming through his contacts and finally landing on your name, Graves deleted the contact, and the memory attached to it. It was time to get over it and find somebody else. 

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