Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Die for Me

based on Die for Me by Post Malone ft Halsey & Future

gn! fem biased (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: angsttttt, cheating (not in a sexy way), Phillip being an asshole, swearing, pet names

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The door creaked open as the hallway light flicked on, illuminating the room as Phillip walked into your shared home, dropping his duffle on the floor. It was late, the sun had set a long time ago. You had figured he would've been home earlier but these late-night arrivals had become typical at this point. The sound of him kicking his boots off echoed through the house as you sat up from the couch rubbing your eyes, you had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home.

"Hey," he whispered as he made his way into the living room, "You didn't have to wait up,"

"I wanted to," you reached towards the coffee table grabbing your phone. Phillip bent down to kiss you, you flinched turning your head so his lips landed on your cheek instead. "Sit down, please"

"What's all this about darlin'? Are you alright?" his brow furrowed.

"I'm fine,"

"Talk to me, what's goin' on?" his hand began to rub your thigh lightly, quickly you stood up causing his hand to drop back down to the couch, "What the hell are you doin'?"

"Are you cheating on me?" your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared him down where he sat on the couch.

"No?" he stood up and placed his hands on your hips pulling you close to him, "I would never do that, I couldn't do that to you," his southern accent was heavy, he was purposefully laying it on thick.

"You're a fucking liar," you shook his hands off your hips, and your finger jabbed into his chest as he tried to back away.

"Stop that,"

"Stop? How about you stop being a fucking dick, Phillip? You think of that?"

"Godammit, can you let me think for a second?" his hands ran down his face as he started to pace in front of you.

"Did you 'get a chance to think' when you were fucking that girl? Hm?" you snapped your fingers, "Quickly, I'm waiting,"

"You weren't supposed to find out about that, it was a mistake,"

"God, you're too predictable Phillip you know that? I just knew something was happening, way too many late nights, I just had this feeling you were lying to me,"

"You never trusted me what I am supposed to do with that,"

"Don't turn this around on me, I'm not the one fucking girls in our bed," your voice was increasingly raising as you went on, making sure you got your point across.

"How the hell did you even find out?" he slouched back down onto the couch sinking into the cushions, his hands continuing to hide his face from you

"The fucking security system you dumbass, there's literally a picture of her leaving the house," you held your phone up to his face, the photo on your phone showed Phillip escorting the one-night stand back to her car that was parked in your spot. His hand was on her lower back and she was smiling up at him, the cherry on top was her in Graves' hoodie.

"I thought I deleted it," he was exasperated trying to explain himself to you.

"Cute sweatshirt she's wearing huh?" it was almost laughable at this point. You swiped through the collection of photos the doorbell camera had captured. At the time when you first saw them you felt sick. It was an indescribable feeling, like the drop on a rollercoaster. Your heart raced and the air in your lungs felt nonexistent. This was over a week ago and after some time regrouping you had come to terms and were ready to confront him.

"I'm sorry," he hung his head as he choked on his words, not even looking at you as he said it.

"Pack your shit and get out of this house Phillip, I can't even believe you,"

"Can we talk about this," he stood back up trying to continue the conversation.

"What else is there to talk about? Do you remember you used to tell me that you would take a bullet for me? You would die for me?" he stood silently in front of you not able to conjure a response, "You changed, I'm not sure who is standing in front of me but it's not the same man I fell in love with,"

"Whatever, I'll get my stuff," he shoved passed you brushing past your shoulder as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Take the bed sheets while you're at it," you yelled down the hall. You weren't able to hear his response, just some angry mumbling from the room. Graves stomped around the room shoving his stuff into his bags and grabbing as much as he could. He couldn't explain why he did what he did, maybe that's the reason he was being so defensive about it, he knew he was wrong and he still wasn't sure why he did it.

"I don't have all night Phillip, just get the rest later," you approached the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as you watched a frazzled Graves shove random shirts into his bag. He glanced over at you before returning to his duffle and zipping it up. You led the way out of the house opening the front door for him as he walked out. He stopped halfway down the front sidewalk before turning around to face you, he gave you a sad smile and a nod. He knew it was his fault and he couldn't blame you for it at all, his actions had caused your reaction and now he had to live with that.

You watched as he slid his duffles into the backseat of his truck before jumping in and starting the engine. He gave a small wave before backing out of the driveway, you didn't reciprocate as you walked back into the house. The door closed behind you as you let your hand linger on the doorknob a little longer than usual. Taking a deep breath you headed back to the bedroom to replace the sheets Phillip Graves had taken with him. It was time for a clean start and clean sheets.

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