Phineas X Reader One-shots {Old Story}

Little ol' tool shop

Word count: 884

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Heaving, you set a heavy box of ratchets onto one of the many shelves in the dusty storage room. You placed your hands on your lower back and stretched. Hearing an impressive pop you sighed in content. "Now it's time to bring the adjustable wrenches in." You muttered, while adjusting your grim coated, oversized t-shirt, "after that I will start workin' at the counter." You walked over to the counter, glaring at the last box you had bring in. "Let's get this over with." You hoisted the weighty box into your arms, and with much trouble, brought it to the storage room.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead then rubbed your palms on your shirt, making oil rub off onto it. Your heart throbbed in your chest and your lungs ached, but the feeling of pride made all your hard work worth it. You were dog tired, and you began to hope that no one would come for a while. Fate decided to go against your wishes, as usual, and the gentle chime of the bell at the front desk reverberated throughout the dull shop.

"Coming!" You shouted, lumbering to the front desk "who are ya' what can I help ya' with?" You leaned against the counter eying the boy. He was (taller/shorter) then you by the looks of it. He also had a triangle head, that is something you don't see everyday.

"I'm Phineas Flynn," Phineas shrugged, "I needed a custom tool made but none of the shops I usually go to made them, they all pointed me in the direction of your shop so I decided to ask you myself."

You crossed your arms, eye brow raised. Your gaze began to slowly drag itself up and down Phineas's form, he began to nervously shift due to your ravenous glowering.

"Aren't you a tad too young to be asking for a custom tool." Your eyes lock onto Phineas's

"Yes, yes I am." Phineas broke away from your (eye color) pools and stared at a leaking tub of oil.

"Alrighty," you plucked a small notepad and a pen off the counter "state what ya' need the tool to be like."

Phineas described the tool and you quickly wrote down the details then finished it off with a rough sketch. "I'll have the tool by noon." You said in a daze as you flipped through your notes on the tools.

Phineas frowned and placed his hands on the counter "can't I have it earlier?"

You let out a frustrated growl, startling Phineas, and scowled at him.

"I'm sorry boy but I am doing all I can," you furiously closed the notes and slowly released your breath, calming yourself, "one person can only do so much, unless you want to help."

"I'll help!" You softly jumped and Phineas's sudden outburst, your eyes wide with shock.

"A-alright!" You stuttered, still some what shocked, but you could not help but grin at the annoyance in his eyes. At first he seemed so calm and perfect, but his short tantrum proved he was indeed human. "Come with me into the back, that is where we make the tools."

Phineas's weak glare wavered slightly and the seeds of embarrassment planted themselves in his heart. It was humiliating to have such an enraged fit, even though you were rather aggravating. "I don't have all day boy! And I doubt you do to considering you are in such a rush to have it." Phineas rolled his eyes and followed you into the back.

You explained some of the basics to Phineas and began working. Phineas was working on the handle of the tool while you used the blacksmith equipment to make the actual tool.

You slowly placed the fine metal into the large tub of water, making sure not to shrink the metal so much it cracks. You let us rest in the water and looked back to see how Phineas was doing; He was making some sort of small machine.

"What are ya' doing dinking around with the equipment!" Phineas jumped before looking down.

"S-sorry!"

"Let me see what you are making!" The redhead handed over the machine, ashamed and embarrassed about getting caught. You examined the fine machinery, and you had to admit, you were impressed. It was hard to tell what he was making due to it not being done yet, but Phineas obviously knew what he was doing.

"Wow boy, ya' have serious talent!" You smiled at Phineas, who was looking at you with pride twinkling in his blue eyes.

"Really?"

You nodded, walking back to the tub to take the tool out. Phineas watched as you carefully pulled the tool from its liquid confines and tried to ignore the warmth swelling in his chest.

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