Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Like a Tattoo

loosely based on Like a Tattoo by Sade

implied fem!reader but no direct descriptors beside darlin' used once (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 535

Warnings: needles, my tattoo knowledge is basically all from ink master so take everything in this with a grain of salt, i also don't have a tattoo and am so so scared of needles so idk how they feel this is just me guessing

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You leaned back into the chair, resting your arm gently on the armrest. Your eyes fluttered shut as you braced yourself for the first impact. Your other hand was squeezing Phillip's, the matching tattoos being his idea he had already gone first. It was a pretty spontaneous idea, which you didn't think was serious by any means. Until you realized Phillip was already Googling local tattoo shops and checking availability.

"You ready," the tattoo artist asked with the gun angled towards your wrist. You nodded bracing for the needle to hit your skin. Phillip squeezed your hand back, directing your attention towards him as the artist began to pull the first line.

"I got you, just look at me," he chuckled as your face twisted as you adjusted to the discomfort of the needle.

"How are you doing?" the artist stopped for a second to make sure you were good to keep moving forward.

"Yeah I'm good," you smiled, "Just getting used to it,"

The artist smiled back before going back to your wrist with the gun, continuing the tattoo. Phillip and you had decided on matching hearts, minimal to others but beyond sentimental to each of you. Graves had suggested the white ink, he liked the idea that it symbolized the freshness of the relationship. The two of you were just married less than a year ago, along with the ring this was a way to have Phillip with you even when he was deployed.

"You're doin' amazing darlin'," he leaned over taking a quick peek at the work, "It looks great,"

"Let me see yours again,"

Graves nodded and then flipped over his wrist, the white ink tattoo was covered in a layer of plastic wrap. Your eyes flicked between him and looking at the anatomical heart then back to him.

"You like it?"

"I do, a lot," you smiled then flinched slightly when the pressure from the needle increased.

"Sorry," the artist chirped, "Almost done here," you hadn't even realized the hour had flown by, Phillip doing an incredible job at keeping you distracted. Once the artist finished, they lightly covered it with Vaseline and wrapped the tattoo as they had done to Phillip's.

Once everything was sorted you and Graves left the shop and began the short walk back to the car, hand in hand.

"Let me see the final product now," his hand still holding yours as he brought it up to his face so he could get a good look.

"Phil, we literally have the same tattoo, just look at yours,"

"Now where's the fun in that?" he smiled still taking in the matching ink on your wrist, "Guess you're stuck with me forever now, tattoos and all,"

"How'd I get so lucky?" you pulled his hand close to your lips, placing a small kiss on the back of it as the pair of you finally approached the car to head home.

"I'm the lucky one," he winked as he opened the car door for you.

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