ׄ ⠀ ︵ིྀ⠀⠀ ㅤׅ phillip graves on valentines
݊ 𓂃 phillip graves and what he does on valentines day with his partner !
its nothing big. never insanely big, the most he ever did that was big was make a toast to you when he was drunk at a bar for your anniversary. he doesnt think he has to show you off to let you know he loves you. a fancy dinner, plenty of expensive gifts that you didnt ask for but he insists you need them anyway.
the day starts off slow—slipping out of bed early, careful not to wake you as he walks downstairs to the breakfast he prepared the night before, quick to heat it up so its somewhat fresh for you. he brings it up on one of those wooden ‘breakfast in bed’ stands that he found at a home goods store years before and kept it sense.
he wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, placing the stand on your lap carefully as you get up groggily, rubbing at you eyes as your mind tries to keep up with just waking up.
“Happy Valentines, sweetheart,” he grumbles, voice smooth as ever before.
after the somewhat amazing breakfast (hes not a good cook, but its the thought that counts), he tell you specifically not to get ready, and says theres a reason for it.
turns out, there is. he takes you to a couples spa, a way to relax. though, phillip isn’t exactly relaxed… he’s tense and always fighting the poor lady about her touching him, not enjoying how vulnerable he is like this. soon enough he’s waiting outside of the room waiting for you to come out.
he takes you shopping, anything you want you can get, any shop you wanna go he takes you. anything you touch but dont pick out, he puts it away in the back of his mind, but doesn’t go out of his way to buy it. he knows theres probably a reason you put it back, maybe you wouldn’t have actually liked it, or what you thought it would be, it wasn’t.
afterwards, he takes you to a nice dinner, a quiet corner, no bothering, no yelling over music. its quiet, but nice. a smooth silence that wraps over the both of you in comfort. he’s facing the door, as always, never enjoying his back to the entrance, a fancy steak dinner that was, admittedly, better than the breakfast he made.
Once your home again, its quick off to bed, laying together with his chin tucking your head into his neck, hands splayed on your back as youre both wrapped under the covers, soft mumbles coming from the both of you. “hope you had a good day, sugar,”
an happy late valentines! this was supposed to be posted valentines but i got lazy and i had a bunch of musical rehearsals but i hope u had a valentines (but i wouldn’t expect you do if ur reading this.. 👀) also i dont like this fart please kill me ((also guys pls give me asks and such i wanna write more ill write basically anything))