Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

based on Signed, Sealed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder

fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none! fluff!!

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"Oh my god," your hands wrapped around the coffee mug bringing it up to your lips taking a short sip before continuing your rant, "He's never going to propose is he?"

"Don't say that," your friend chimed in trying to bring you back down to reality.

"He's quite literally never home, I think he takes jobs to avoid me at this point," obviously you were exaggerating. Phillip and you were happy but that nagging voice in the back of your head kept your mind busy with all the "what ifs,".

"Give him time, I'm sure he's planning something for you," your friend squeezed your hand reassuring you it would be okay.

"I guess so," as much as you wanted to believe her words it just felt like there was no proposal or wedding in your future. Phillip was always busy with the Shadow Company and when he was home it was purely rest. Your mind drifted off running through all the possibilities that could happen and an engagement just wasn't one of them.

After your goodbyes, you headed to the car after the mini coffee date with your friend. The drive was quiet as you let your mind wander until your phone rang.

"Phillip, hey what's up?" you answered, hitting the accept button as the phone connected to the Bluetooth.

"Hey, darlin' you headed home?"

"Yeah, should be back in about," you glanced at the time, "15-20 minutes,"

"Perfect, can't wait to see ya, okay bye love you," he hung up before you got a chance to respond. What you didn't know was the whole point of going out with your friend was to get you out of the house for Phillip to set up his proposal.

She has no idea

Graves smiled looking at the text on his phone. He had planned everything down to the minute and so far everything was going perfectly. He checked his watch for the time and quickly changed into a white button-up with black slacks. Standing in the bathroom mirror he rolled up his sleeves just above his elbows. With a quick spritz of cologne on his wrist and neck, and a little bit of gel in his hair, he jogged down the stairs making sure you hadn't arrived yet.

Pulling into the driveway a wave of exhaustion flooded over you. The conversation over coffee made you feel all sorts of things. You knew you and Phillip were happy but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious at the idea of not being engaged yet after 5 years. Phillip was simple and you knew he would propose when he felt right so now you just had to put your trust in him and wait.

Approaching the house, you noticed a piece of paper taped to the door with your name on it. Apprenhenisley you opened it not knowing what to expect.

Come Find Me -Phillip

A small smile began to creep across your face as you shook your head at your boyfriend's antics. Opening the front door you shouted to try to draw Graves out, "Phil... I'm home." Your call was answered with pure silence as you walked through the house trying to find him. Your head was on a swivel trying to see where he could be hiding. Until out of the corner of your eye was another note sitting perfectly on the stairs. Chuckling to yourself you bent down picking up the note.

Getting Warmer -Phillip

"Graves, where are you?" you shouted up the stairs, making your voice echo loudly through the house. Huffing in frustration from your failed attempts to draw him out you headed up the stairs to continue your search. You glanced at the doors in the hallway noticing the only one shut was the door to your shared bedroom. Funny enough it was also the only door with a note similar to the two previous ones you had found taped to it.

"Good one Phillip," you joked as you opened the third envelope.

Almost there -Phillip

Unsure of what to expect, you opened the bedroom door to finally find Phillip who stood with a bouquet of flowers, and the final note.

"You found me," he smiled, motioning for you to come in.

"I did," as you walked in you began to notice how different the room looked. Candles lit up and placed on the nightstand and dresser, rose petals spread on the bed, and Phillip in front of you swapping out his usual blue button-up for a dressier white one. "You look handsome," you leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips before he pulled away.

"Your final note doll," he winked, handing you the envelope. Popping the seal and pulling the note out you read the ink.

Marry Me? -Phillip

Your hand flew to your face covering your mouth that was left agape. Looking at Phillip, who was now down on one knee with a ring, tears began to well in your eyes.

"Whaddya say?" his smile widened as he spoke.

"Oh my god yes," you couldn't say it fast enough as you fell to your knees to join him on the floor. His arms wrapped around you pulling closer to him. Pulling back from the hug he slipped the ring onto your finger, admiring how it looked.

"I could get used to this," he laughed, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a slow kiss.

"Me too," you mumbled into his lips.

"And you were nervous I wasn't going to propose," he teased, kissing up and down your neck. A light gasp escaped your lips.

"Who told you that?" heat rising to your cheeks at the embarrassment. Graves noticed and lightly rubbed his thumb along your cheek.

"I've been plannin' this for a while sweetheart, you had no reason to worry, I just need it to be perfect," he stood up grabbing your hand to help you join him.

"Thank you, it was perfect,"

His hands wrapped around your waist tugging you closer "I'm glad," he smiled kissing your lips again, "Only the best for you,"

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