Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Whatever You Want

Phillip Graves x gn!reader (pet names, swearing)
Another request from tumblr :))

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"You think I'd be any good at it?" He scratched the back of his head unsure. Since you were an artist, it was only natural he asked you for advice, your word was gospel to him.

"Of course baby," placing a kiss on his lips for reassurance.

Phillip had always been good with his hands, in more ways than one. It's why you suggested he look into building, and woodworking while he was on his break.

Ever since you said that Phillip Graves had been in and out of the local hardware store nonstop. Luckily he had some time off due to his most recent stint of not being in the tank. The first couple of weeks you thought maybe he would drop it soon, move on to a new hobby. Little did you know what Phillip's plans really were.

You were sitting staring at a basically blank canvas. The only thing somewhat visible were faint sketch marks that you had tried to erase one too many times. In the background there was a faint sound of a screwdriver, Phillip had taken over the spare room for the past month. His newfound hobby had become much more serious. Of course, you didn't mind as long as he wasn't making too much of a mess.

"Fuck," mumbling under your breath, your brand-new set of pencils had just vanished. Not even 20 minutes ago they were on the kitchen table where you were working, and now... gone. "Honey!" you called out hoping you were loud enough he could hear.

"Hm?" Graves stuck his head out from the door, pushing the clear safety goggles onto the top of his head. "You need me?"

"Do you know where my pencils went?"

He smirked, not answering immediately. "Maybe..." his voice trailed, eyes darting back into the spare room. "Give me a few more minutes," and just like that, the door slammed shut and the sound of the screwdriver returned.

5 minutes later, Phillip stepped out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him. "You ready?"

Hesitantly, you got up and followed him into the room. Saying it was a dream come true was an understatement. An entire furnished art studio now held residency in your spare room.

"You did this?" you gestured to the brand-new studio in shock. Phillip smiled whilst stuffing his hands in his back pockets, obviously very proud of his work. The walls were covered in your artwork from previous years. Against one of the walls, the perfect-sized desk sat already loaded with supplies (and your previously "lost pencils"). "For me?"

"Of course," his smile was warm as he stepped closer, "I'd build you whatever you want darlin'," his eyes glued to yours, hands dragging slowly up and down your arms. You knew he meant it, he had always been your biggest supporter.

"Thank you baby, this is..." your arms wrapped around his neck drawing him in. "This is everything, thank you,"

He whispered, leaning in for a kiss, "Anythin' for you doll,"

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