Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Heart First

based on Heartfirst by Kelsea Ballerini

fem! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: soso much fluff, swearing, pet names, tad cheesy 

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The cafe was busy with regulars pushing in and out of doors grabbing their coffees before heading to work. You waited off to the side for your drink as the smell of fresh coffee saturated the air.

"Iced latte to-go" the barista shouted out your order, sliding it across the counter. Before you could even grab it, someone else beat you to it. The man grabbed the coffee and popped a straw into the lid.

"Excuse me, sorry" you approached the blonde man, "I think that's my drink", you pointed to the coffee sitting comfortably in his hands.

"Sorry about that doll, but I'm in a bit of a rush and I ordered the exact same thing, so go 'head and you can have mine when it comes out, yeah?", he winked as he headed out of the door.

"What the hell?" your hands dropped to your sides with a sigh as the blonde disappeared onto the street. Another 5 minutes passed before the barista finally called out another iced latte allowing you to head home to visit your parents.

It had been years since you had visited, life had gotten busy and you hadn't gotten a chance to get home. Your parents had recently gotten a small little farm in Texas, some horses, and land. A smile crept across your face as you pulled up the gravel driveway, your parents waiting on the porch waving at you.

You jumped out of the car, grabbing your bags, "Mom, Dad, I missed you guys," setting your bags down and pulling them both in for a hug.

"Oh, honey, we missed you," your mom squeezed you extra tight,

"Thought you'd never come home dear", your dad chuckled as he rubbed the top of your head.

"Sorry, it took me so long to get down here, been busy", your parents ushered you into the house, taking your bags for you, "How's the new farm been doing?"

"Oh good, we hired this handsome boy to help with the horses, your dad is getting old he can't be out there every day you know,"

"I am not getting old, just tired that's all,"

"Who's the boy?" interjecting to your parents' bickering

"Oh what's his name," your mom patted your dad's arm trying to recall the name

"Phillip Graves dear,"

"Yes, Graves, what an odd name,"

"Well, he's military maybe that's why honey,"

"I forgot about that, what did he do again?"

"Mom- is he here now?"

"I think so honey, he got here earlier, he's been so helpful in the barn," your mom gushed, "Go ahead and go introduce yourself,"

"Okay then, I'll be right back," you headed out the back door, down the path leading toward the barn.

Entering the barn you saw the back of a blonde, cowboy hat sitting atop his head. He was tending to one of the horses, brushing through its mane.

"You must be Phillip Graves,"

He turned around to face you, and it hit you. He was the same blonde from the coffee shop, the same one who stole your coffee.

"You-"

"I remember you," he pointed a finger in your direction, "Girl from the coffee shop, you ever get that latte?"