#agggtm fanfic

[riordanness]

— dear reader - [r.singh]

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requested: yes! anonymous

warnings: none

“Ugh!” I throw my pencil onto Ravi’s desk in frustration, resting my chin on both my fists and my elbows sit dejectedly on the wood. “Who the hell decided inventing maths was a good plan?”

Ravi, who finished his homework an hour ago, is sprawled on his bed reading a comic book.

“Dunno,” he answers, not really listening. “Just quit already.”

I roll my eyes. “I can’t just stop doing my homework because it’s difficult. That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid,” he teases.

I ignore him. “You could always let me finish this in peace and stop bothering me; if you hadn’t been so annoying earlier I’d be done by now.”

“That’s not true. You always take forever to finish your homework.” I hear Ravi slap his comic shut. He walks over to me, slinging his arms over my shoulders. “Please come hang out with me,” he almost whines in my ear.

“I can’t!” I insist, though I would much rather watch tv with Ravi than do algebra right now.

“Please, sweetheart,” he begs. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I was here yesterday.”

“That’s ages.” Ravi spins my, his, chair around, and kneels in between my legs, his forearms resting on my thighs. His brown eyes stare up at me pleadingly.

It’s hard to resist his puppy dog eyes. Especially when I’m tired and sick of homework and all I want is to cuddle in his arms and watch our favourite show together. We’re falling behind on the episodes.

“I’ll give you as many kisses as you want?” Ravi says. “Or else none at all until tomorrow. Just come and let me hold you.”

My stomach swirls a little at his words. No matter how many times Ravi says something adorable like that, I still act like a lovesick idiot. I might be his girlfriend, but I have the biggest crush on Ravi Singh.

I sigh, long and loud for dramatic effect. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Ravi cheers and gives me a high five. He drags me onto his bed and into his arms, and honestly? I couldn’t care less about my algebra homework right now.

[dollys-perfect-world]

no one asked for it but.... here's what color I think different agggtm characters would be! (really specific edition)

Pip - #6e329c

Ravi - #a89945

Lauren - #a84573

Ant - #233b23

Cara - #c486ae or #7a4668

Naomi - #6d98b3

Elliot - #060540

Nat Da Silva - #6a90ad

Daniel Da Silva - #a66c2e

Detective Hawkins - #87413d

Zach Chen - #3b3636

Connor Reynolds- #eda547

Jamie Reynolds - #b86e7c

Josh Amobi - #afe0de

Victor - #63798a

Jason Bell - #122e0a

Andie Bell - #f08bee

Becca Bell - #5c3c5b

Sal Singh - #16308c

Howie Bowers - #423c2c

Charlie - #92a874

Hariet - #b89756

Isla Jordan - #9c6aa8

Dawn Bell - #6aa8a3

Stanley - #debfdb

Max Hastings - #000000

Stella Chapman - #ffffff

If there's anyone I missed please let me know!!!

[rachelsfav-queer]

A lil gift for @thekiltongrammarwriter and @caitlynsdog for feeding my PipCara brainrot the last few weeks

Or… Drunk Pippa coming home carrying a stray kitten!

“Pip…” Cara spoke carefully, noticing her girlfriend’s impaired state and not wanting to set her off, “What do you have behind your back?”

Pippa shuffles back and forth on her feet anxiously and looks absolutely anywhere but Cara’s eyes. Chewing on her lower lip, Pippa hiccups and slurs her response, “You have… t- to pro- promo- pro-mi-ssee that you won’t be upset. Be-cause… you look super sc-ary when you’re up… set.”

Cara holds back a laugh at Pippa’s pout and nearly teary eyes and promises to not be upset. Pippa nods quickly and then nearly falls over from the rapid movement before catching herself. She then reveals from behind her back a tiny, grimy little kitten. Cara sighs at the sight and barely holds back the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, “Pip-”

“Her name is Miss Snuggle Fluffle Bottoms III and she was all alone Cara!! I couldn’t leave her alone!” Pippa interrupts with a cry, now nearly sobbing just thinking about the poor state of the animal she had found it in and the possibility of having to give her up.

“First of all, pumpkin. That’s a boy,” Cara says, walking carefully up to the shorter girl.

Pippa pauses for a second and then pulls the kitten up to her ear after it meows. “She says she identifies as a girl and wants you to respect her life choices, Cara. I can’t believe you’d be so rude,” Pippa says with a straight face, her tears disappeared for only a moment before starting up again now that the matter has been settled.

“Okay, okay… Beyond that, my love, I hope you realize that this is going to be a very serious responsibility. Miss Snuggle Fluffle Bottoms III clearly is going to need a lot of close care and possibly some medical care as well. All I’m saying is… are you ready to properly take care of this kitten?” Cara asks calmly while pulling Pippa into a close hug, carefully wiping away her tears as they fall.

Pippa thinks hard for a moment, as well as soaking in her girlfriend’s warmth and love and kindness. After some silence, Pippa nods, slowly this time, and speaks, “Yes, Cara. I can… I want to take care of her. She needs love and a family. She’s all alone, Cara! Remind you of someone?”

Cara lightheartedly rolls her eyes and pats Pippa’s butt a couple times, “I know you’re drunk, baby girl, but that was a low blow. I think it’s time for bed for my little kittens, hm?” Just as Cara says that, both Pippa and the kitten yawn in perfect sync, making Cara laugh and coo at the sight which in turn makes Pippa blush and the kitten purr happily. “Come on, you two. A quick bath and then straight to bed. Let’s go!”

End <3

[talknerdytome18]

Does anyone want an AGGGTM fic where Sal finds out what Max did and confronts him? (Sal does beat his ass btw cause FUCK MAX HASTINGS 🖕) 😶

[pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse]

Yall there needs to be more andie and sal fanfics

[smallsinger5901]

A little snippet of the As Good As Dead fanfic I’m currently writing! It’ll be a fairly short multi-part fic, taking place just after Pip escapes from her abduction. (Edit 16/6/24: that ‘fairly short’ fic is now the longest agggtm series fic on all of ao3) What if Pip decided to make Hawkins believe her another way? Pip sees Jason Bell’s car pull into the driveway and decides to keep running. She stays in hiding, leaving clues for Ravi to solve the mystery of her disappearance and ‘murder’- but can Ravi ever make the police believe him?

[that-pjo-obsessed-b1tch]

OMFG I JUST FOUND OUT THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD!!!!!

WE'RE GETTING A 2ND SEASON 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

[pipsbriberymuffins]

right I'm posting the first fanfiction I've ever written and if anyone is mean I'm deleting my whole account. Deal?

Ravi sat at Pip’s desk watching over her as she slept, he knew it was creepy but he couldn't help it. Couldn't help looking at her face, the one he once thought pretty but now recognized as beautiful, and thinking about how 3 months ago he didn’t know Pippa Fitz Amobi. Now he couldn't imagine his life without her. There had been a moment when he realized she wasn’t at the fireworks that night when he thought she was gone, he thought that she hadn’t come and she was done with him, the case was solved, why else would she want to talk to him? That was before he remembered who he was talking about. There was still one burning question Pip needed answered and of course she would have gone out to find it.

His thoughts changed from fears of their broken friendship to fears for her life, Ravi racking his brain for any hints that could lead him to her. When he had found her, for a second he swore his heart stopped. She was laying on her back with Becca Bell looming over her. He thought she was dead. The bright light of Pip snuffed out, forcing him back to that house where no one ever came knocking. He’d have to sit there alone in his bedroom knowing that she was someone else he could’ve helped.

Finding her had been a relief, he was still riding on that high. He hadn’t seen her since he had held her hand on the way to the hospital and been separated as she got her stomach pumped. His mum and dad came to the hospital and coaxed him away from his pacing on the promise that he would see Pip tomorrow, but he hadn’t. She lay asleep in her bed when he came in, leaving him in silence to ponder over what he would even say when she did wake up.

They didn’t have the case to talk about anymore, it was what brought her to him. What if she really did want nothing to do with him now? She had proven his brother's innocence, there really wasn’t much else he could have asked for.

If she was done with him and their new found friendship then he wouldn't beg, he couldn't bring himself to. Even if losing her meant losing the only tether he had made to the real world in 5 years. Lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice Pip turning over to face him, her eyes half closed and voice bleary. He rushed over to her side.

“Hey Sarge”, he said, reaching out to hand her a glass of water.

Pip pushed it away mumbling before putting her head back down.

“So much for conversation. Bold of me to assume you would come running to your dashing prince the moment you left the hospital”, she continued to lay there and Ravi had thought that his joke may have actually put her back to sleep but she reached out and grabbed his hand, swiping her thumb over his knuckles.

“Thank you, Ravi. You found me.”

He surveyed her features, her eyes still closed as he reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear the blood rushing in his head.

“That’s what I’m here for Sarge”.

[sprnklersplashes]

home (the long way round)

ao3 fanfic fundraiser

She gets the first train she can.

She’ll miss two lectures and a seminar and ticket prices are a nightmare and the train station is cramped and there’s a stitch in her side from running and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because soon she moving, the world outside the window is a blur, and old stone towers and high street shops give way to green fields and doll-sized houses and then finally, finally, her town is called over the loudspeakers.

Two words, four syllables, the surest way to her heart.

‘Little Kilton’

When the train stops a kind old man asks her if she’s alright. Her heart seizes for a moment, panic gripping her, and then she realises it’s just because she’s crying.

‘Running’ isn’t the right word to describe how she moves. Nor is sprinting. Pip is tearing through the town’s streets like a storm, Hurricane Pip, pavement melting beneath her trainers. Every step is a blessing and she thanks it a hundred times over, thank you for letting me come back, she says. Gravel crunches beneath her feet, she stumbles on uneven  kerbs. ‘I missed you’ she says to them. ‘I missed you I missed you I missed you.’

She never wondered where she would go first. During those long, lonely months at Cambridge, Pip worried she would forget how to get there, but now, she feels the route deep in her bones, no, her heart, pointed like a compass and guiding her back to that precious, perfect, maddening house. Mum’s car is in the drive-the same car she drove Pip to school and drama club and dentist appointments in. Pip stops by the car, just for a second, puts her hand against the passenger door. Her handprint rests against the paint and where once that would’ve terrified her, she now sobs, because her hand is on her mum’s car. She holds it out in front of her, inspects it in the afternoon light. Steady. Bloodless. 

“Pip?”

Her heart stops at her name, head snaps up. She blinks once, twice, pinches herself to make sure it’s real and yes-that’s her mum standing on the doorstep, a bulging rubbish bag in her hand to match her bulging eyes. Her mouth hangs open, and she blinks just as Pip did because maybe she can’t believe that her daughter, who had become a ghost, is now here in the flesh, beside her car.

“Pip?”

“Mum!” The cry erupts from her throat, so loud and so elated that a flock of birds flee a nearby tree. Pip moves again, tearing across the drive and then she’s crushing her arms around her mum and they’re falling, falling, and the floor catches them. As her mum’s arms come around her-startled and confused but so, so warm-Pip’s head finds her shoulder and she bites back tears because she will not ruin her mum’s blouse.

(Too late)

“Mum!” she cries again. “I missed you so much!”

“I…” Mum begins. She stiffens, involuntarily, and then relaxes. “I missed you too, darling.”

Pip can feel it in her hands-the almost two years of Pip pulling away from them, the missed calls and blunt texts, a brief appearance at Josh’s birthday before she ran away again, noncommittal shrugs when asked when she’d be back. It was to keep them all safe, and it broke their hearts.

She’ll explain. Not really, but she’ll do what she does best; create, fabricate, lie. Build an alibi. She’ll make it better.

“What on Earth is going on out here?” Pip’s heart skips a beat, fresh air fills her lungs.

“Dad!” 

Pip releases her mum, her arms are empty for the briefest of moments, and then they’re around her Dad’s shoulders, she’s breathing in his aftershave. In her run over to him, she saw the faint grey hair at his temples, and another sob wrecks through her. She lost so much time with them. She’s here to earn it all back, but she still lost so much.

“Well,” her dad ways in her ear, the same light and jovial tone that helped Pip sleep, listening to his voice messages alone in her room. “This is a surprise, pickle.”

Pickle. She laughs against his shoulder and wants him to say it again, a hundred times more, a million, until it’s the only word she knows. She wants to stay this way forever, wrapped up in her parents’ embrace, and then the stairs creak and-

“Josh!” Detangling herself from her dad she rushes over and tackles Josh to the floor. He’s tall now-as tall as her-and it makes her want to scream and cry and hold him until her arms go numb. There’s a tremor in Josh’s voice when he says her name, in his hands when they wrap around her. Her Josh, her brother, thought she didn’t care about him, when she loves him more than anything in this world.

“How come you’re crying, Pippo?” he asks her. She chokes then, a half-laugh, half-sob.

“I could ask you the same,” comes her reply. 

She finds the Ward sisters next. Cara answers the door before she even knocks, her eyes wide. For a few seconds they’re silent, just looking at each other; no words are fit for such an occasion. Then Pip jumps on her and hugs her and Cara is murmuring her name, muffled against her jumper. They must look a sight; sunk to their knees in Cara’s doorway, but why would they care?

Eventually, they move to Cara’s room. Naomi finds them, a delighted scream emerges from her throat and the three of them cram onto Cara’s bed. They talk for hours and hours, about university and Cara’s girlfriend and the cafe and new albums and new tv shows. They talk, they laugh, Naomi fishes ice cream out of the freezer. Pip’s face is red and her stomach hurts and she feels like-no, she is-the luckiest girl in the world. 

She runs into Nat and Jamie in the cafe. There’s no need for words, not with them. The pull one another into a haphazard hug, Jamie claps her on the shoulder, and Nat orders coffee.

They argue for twenty minutes about who’s paying, then Connor appears, rolls his eyes and swipes his card. There’s a tear in them too.

Andie is first; Pip rests a little pink bouquet against her headstone. Pip’s breath catches in her throat. It’s quieter out here; no screams, no sobs, no barrelling into her loved ones’ arms. It’s just her and Andie; two girls who couldn’t have been more different until they couldn’t have been more similar. Good girls, bad choices, some would say. Bad girls, good reasons, others might say. Turns out they live somewhere in between. 

“You were okay. In the end,” Pip tells her. “And Becca will be okay. I promise.” Pip toes the ground, her hands stuffed in her pocket. The scene is somber as can be, yet there’s a small smile cutting across Pip’s face. “I hope you don’t see your dad ever again. But if you do… give him hell, Andie Bell.”

The wind picks up, dances through her hair. And somehow, Pip feels Andie will oblige.

Sal is next. Salil Singh, who loved the wrong girl at the wrong place at the wrong time. A heavy melancholy settles over Pip as she squats beside his grave, her chest constricting as she reads it. He gets a bouquet too, little white roses, as well as a postcard from the Cambridge gift shop. It’s a picture of the library, in all of its splendour. Perhaps in another life, he shows her around it, final year and first year. He would have loved it there.

“You deserved better,” she tells Sal. It’s the single truest thing about this whole web. Sal was killed and made into a killer, everything good about him scrubbed away like chalk. Justice was served but it will never really be made right.

Pip rests her fingers against the headstone. It’s cool beneath her skin.

“Rest in peace, Sal Singh,” she whispers. Then, in an even smaller voice, “Thanks for looking after Ravi for me.”

Wind rustles her hair again, gentler this time, and Pip gives a teary smile.

And now she’s here. Once again, she is standing at the Singh’s front door, with a Tupperwere box in her hand. What can she say; she was raised right. There are lines she will cross in a heartbeat, but she will not show up at her boyfriend’s house empty-handed.

Nisha answers the door, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her. Pip is welcomed in as if it’s her own house. Ravi is at work so she chats with his parents. She never found out what Ravi told them, but from the way Mohan  pats her shoulder and Nisha gives her tea, Pip wonders if he said anything. If Pip Fitz-Amobi stayed in this house, put here by white lies and steadfast hope.

“Why don’t you go wait in his room, love?” Mohan asks. “It’ll give him a nice surprise. He misses you something awful when he comes back from Cambridge.”

Ah. So that’s what he told them. Well played, Singh. 

His mum directs her to his room and Pip waits, surrounded by bits and pieces of her Ravi. Once the door is closed, she looks through all of them, greedy for details. She studies the photos on his wall, eyes moving to his eyes to his hair to his jaw. She thumbs through his books, runs her fingers across crease marks, tenderly strokes the Post-It reminders stuck to his desk. She will uncover every detail, nothing is too unimportant. She studies him like a scholar would a classic novel.

(Or… perhaps… like a detective studies a case)

The handle turns when she’s looking through his wardrobe, hoodie sleeves brushing her head. Pip jumps out of it, gasp stuck in her throat. Her heart beats, beats, beats, drags each second out to an hour. As the door opens, Pip feels the hair on the back of her neck rise, feels an electric tingle in her fingers because-

He’s here. Ravi Singh is here, standing in his bedroom, the afternoon sun casting a gold halo around him. He’s here, just as lovely as the day she left, lovelier. Taller, maybe. Hair is longer, matching the photos.

For one long, terrifying second, he doesn’t say anything. Pip felt sure then, surer than ever, that this was a dream, and she was about to wake up in Cambridge. Day 698.

“Sarge,” Ravi breathes. His eyes glimmer then, and Pip sees the tears running down his face. “Hi.”

Ravi takes one tentative step, then another. Then he’s the one crushing her. He pulls her so close, like he can bond the two of them together, and he is crying, and she is crying, and she feels like she’s flying until she realises Ravi has picked her up. Her trainers dangle above the carpet, her fingers curl into his hair. 

He’s sobbing, tears rocking his shoulders and wrecking his chest. Pip hushes him softly, gentle whispers of ‘it’s okay, it’s okay’. He whispers back, “I missed you, you’re here, I missed you”, so broken and so hurt that Pip hates herself for doing this to him. She did it to save him and it nearly killed them both. 

“I’m sorry,” she tells him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

“Just kiss me, Sarge,” he asks. His eyes are bright, his lashes spoked, his cheeks flushed. She holds them in her hands, feels the warmth seep into her skin. His breath, hot on her cheek. “Just kiss me. Please.”

How can she say no?

[incorrect-pipravi]

LauCara nation (me and 3 other people) here is the fic that was promised!

[anxious-copper-wp]

Dying to write a agggtm fanfic based on THE BOOK (I loved to show, I did, but the books are so much better.) I don’t know if I’d want it to be a Ravi Singh fic, pip Fitz amobi fic OR! A poly fic 😭😭🙏🙏

I also don’t know if I’d want to use the tv shoes casting, or the actors that I imagined when reading the book.

(Emma myers as Pippa, Aryan simhadri as Ravi, Elle graham as Cara and Malia baker as Naomi)

But if I did write it, it’d most likely be the shows casting, with maybe, Aryan as Younger Ravi.)

[conjectureand-gloom]

“Mum… I lied to you. My EPQ is not about the prison and the patterns of violence within inmates. I’m studying the Jason Bell murder case. I know you were heavily involved in Max, who is allegedly the murderer, but I feel it. He’s innocent.”

Allegedly. Max, who is allegedly the murderer.

The words she and Ravi were so careful to use about Sal. When they were so convinced he was innocent. Them against the whole world.

aaaaaand it’s out :)

i’m so sorry to my hamilton gals, i love yall so much, just gonna casually slide over to another fandom for a quick visit, then i’ll be back to posting, i swear-

[dollys-perfect-world]

⭐️🤍Teddies🤍⭐️

Andie and Sal!!!

!TWs/CWs - Child abuse, angst

It was definitely going bruise. It was her fault, really. She shouldn't have yelled back at him. But he didn't need to hit her. Then again, he was drunk.

Andie ran up to her room, across the hallway from Beccas. Becca. Becca couldn't know about this. Becca couldn't see her weak. No one could.

She had this purple teddy bear she kept under her pillow. She's had it since she was 4. It was stained, ripped, and worn out. She told Jason she'd thrown it away years ago, but she just couldn't.

Andie climbed on her bed, not bothering to get under the blanket, and grabbed the teddy. She hugged it tight to her chest, taking slow breaths while crying, trying not to let anyone hear her.

It only took 7 minutes before she texted Sal, who said it was okay for her to come over. Her hands were shakey and her spelling was bad, but he knew what she meant. She waited a bit, to make sure she wouldn't get caught. Once she was in the clear and opened the window and carefully popped out the screen.

She stumbled out, thankfully the window was close to the ground. She snuck around the house and started down the road. She had a small pink bag with her. It had the teddy, her phone, charger, and some random painting she'd made for Sal during art class.

She knocked on Sals window after not too long of walking. Her crying had stopped by then, but the moment Sal opened the window and pulled her in, it started again.

Andie metled into his arms, her legs weak under her. He held her up and dragged her to his bed.

Sal held Andie up against him. She held onto his shirt with one hand and the teddy with her other hand. Sal had seen the teddy bear enough times to a point where it was normal to him; it was part of Andie.

Andie didn't let herself cry much. 'The tears are gonna stain your face. They're all gonna know that you're a mess.' Is what she always told herself. But that probably won't even happen. And if it does, she has makeup. So for once, in the safety of Sals arms, she let herself cry.

The crying lasted 10 minutes, maybe 15, then she calmed down. Sal was still holding her close to him, a hand running through her hair. They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes before Sal broke it.

"Does she have a name?" Sal asked. Andie didn't know what he was talking about until he used his chin to gesture at the teddy bear. Andie looked up at him with a little smile. He used his thumb to wipe the tears off of her face as she started to speak.

"Bendi," Andie said with a bigger smile. Sal thought about it for a second, then smiled back at her.

"A mix of yours and Beccas names?" He asked, chuckling. Andie just nodded proudly.

And just like other nights similar to this, Andie snuck home a couple hours before school, and just used concealer to hide any redness around her eyes. Then at school, Andie didn't speak of the night before but gave Sal greatful smiles. Sal just smiled back.

(THIS WAS REQUESTED/MADE BECUASE OF @pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse SO GO GIVE THEM LOVE!! ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT/BAD, ILL BE MAKING MORE💕💕)

[midiosaamor]

❪ ౨ৎ ❫ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ravi singh x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: headcanons about you playing just dance with your boyfriend, ravi singh.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, dancing, almost-kisses, tension, the anger you get when the friends-to-lovers arent friends-to-lovering, having friends

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 362

𝐀/𝐍: this was requested by an anon here! i love me some ravi singh <33 i hate and love tjis BECAUSE WHY WONT THEYGET TOGETHER ALREADY but i love this too because its with ravi GRHESHHA also idk jow to make hcs so erm!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @nqds @never-enough-novels @reminiscentreader (ask if you want to be added or removed from taglist! <3)

at first, you were hesitant about playing that game with ravi. after some persuasion. you finally agreed.

“come on! it’ll be fun,” he complains, trying to grab your hand from the couch. “ravi,” you groan. “come on, y/n. just for a little while!” you look up at the 20 year old before sighing. “fine, fine—” “YES.”

you slowly began to find out that he sucks at just dance. like, sucks. he sucks at dancing all together, actually.

he tends to trip you a lot. some accidentally, some on purpose so he could try to win.

“ravi, you suck at this—WOAH.” you manage to catch yourself before you fall, immediately going back to following the steps on the t.v. “sorry! that was an accident,” he winces. you roll your eyes at him before continuing to dance. “you just suck at—OKAY, NOW THAT WASN’T AN ACCIDENT.”

there’s a lot of yelling. some curses too. all coming from your mouth mostly because ravi keeps on messing you up.

aside from that, it made you happy. even though ravi fell on his face.

at the end of the game (you won) the two of you just started dancing. it wasn’t apart of tje game, when he took both of your hands in him and started going around the room, it was just two friends having fun.

the two of you forgot that ravi can’t dance for shit, though.

you guys end up falling on the floor, close together.

“ravi, stop!” you laugh as ravi spins you around. “nope!” once he brings you back in, you find yourself falling with him because he tripped. so now, you two are on the floor together. alone. close together. on the floor. your faces are close together; noses almost touching. you could get lost in his eyes, and you do. you feel him take a shaky breath before it catches in his throat. his eyes slowly trail to your other eye before looking at your mouth, then back to your left eye: you catch yourself whenever you lean in, abruptly sitting up. “well, now we know you suck at dancing,” you say, clearing your throat. “oh, uhm, yeah.”

[talknerdytome18]

Now why is there a Max x Pip fic on the AGGGTM ao3 tag??? 🤨

[pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse]

UNWAVERING SUPPORT

Context:sal has an anxiety attack in front of andie (hurt/comfort)

Sal anxiously paced back and forth in his living room, the anticipation of Andie's arrival weighing heavily on his mind. With each passing second, his heart pounded in his chest, mirroring the rapid pace of his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension, longing for everything to go smoothly.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doorbell rang. Sal's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly made his way to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by Andie's radiant smile, a sight that never failed to bring warmth to his soul. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her protectively. Andie reciprocated the hug, feeling the tension in Sal's body. She knew him well enough to sense that something was off, even though he tried his best to hide it.

They made their way up the stairs, their steps filled with a familiar rhythm that spoke of countless shared moments. As they entered Sal's room, the atmosphere shifted, a sense of calm settling over them. The room, adorned with photographs and memories, served as a sanctuary from the outside world.

Sal sat down at his desk, gathering his study materials, while Andie settled beside him. Their bodies were close, the warmth of their presence intertwining like puzzle pieces. As they delved into the realm of academia, their minds focused on the task at hand. But even in the midst of their studies, their connection remained palpable, their gazes often meeting in silent appreciation.

In between moments of intense concentration, Sal found solace in stealing glances at Andie. Her golden locks cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that seemed to radiate with an ethereal glow. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and kindness, drawing Sal in like a moth to a flame. Andie, aware of his loving gaze, would reciprocate with a soft smile that made Sal's heart skip a beat.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, Sal felt that familiar wave of anxiety crashing over him. It was as if a storm had brewed within his mind, brewing with irrational fears and worries. His heart started racing, his palms becoming clammy, and he struggled to catch his breath. It was like his body had betrayed him, succumbing to the invisible chains that anxiety wrapped around him.

Andie, attuned to the subtle shifts in Sal's demeanor, sensed his distress. She gently placed a hand on his, her touch grounding and comforting. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here with you," she whispered softly, her voice laced with love and reassurance. Sal's eyes welled up with tears as he fought to regain control over his racing thoughts. He silently begged the universe to release him from the grip of anxiety, but it seemed to respond with indifference, intensifying his anguish as he sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Sal's body trembled as tears streamed down his face. Andie held him even closer, enveloping him in her warmth and affection. She guided him through deep breaths, her voice like a soothing melody, encouraging him to inhale slowly and exhale all the tension away. With each breath, Sal felt a glimmer of calmness wash over him, as if Andie's words were a lifeline pulling him out of the storm.

As Sal's breathing started to steady, Andie continued to reassure him. She reminded him of all the times he had overcome his anxiety before, highlighting his strength and resilience. With each calming word she spoke, such as "You're okay" and "I'm here," Sal felt a renewed sense of hope ignite within him.

Andie's unwavering support became a lifeline in the midst of the chaos that anxiety brought. She held him tightly, her embrace a shield against the world. As Sal leaned into her chest, his tears staining her shirt, he released the pent-up emotions that had been consuming him. Andie, with her gentle touch, soothed his troubled mind, stroking his hair with tenderness and care.

In that vulnerable moment, Sal found solace in knowing that Andie accepted him for who he was, anxiety and all. She embraced every part of him, including the darkest corners of his mind. And as the weight of his anxiety slowly lifted, Sal felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love and understanding he had found in Andie.

Exhaustion washed over Sal, leaving him feeling drained both mentally and physically. Andie, aware of his weariness, guided him to his bed with gentle nudges. She tucked him in, ensuring he was comfortable and safe. As Sal surrendered to the embrace of sleep, his breathing steady and his mind at ease, Andie stayed by his side, watching over him with unwavering devotion.

The night stretched on, the world outside quiet and serene. Andie's presence brought a sense of peace and security to Sal's restless mind. Her soft kisses on his forehead served as a gentle lullaby, soothing him into a deep slumber.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Sal stirred from his sleep. He opened his eyes to find Andie still beside him, her presence a constant reminder of the love and support that had carried him through the night. In that moment, their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.

With Andie by his side, Sal felt a renewed sense of strength and resilience. He knew that he wasn't alone in his battle against anxiety, for Andie was there, a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

As they embarked on a new day, Sal felt a deep sense of gratitude for Andie's unwavering support. And with each passing moment, their love grew stronger, the bond between them forged through the trials they faced together. With Andie as his anchor.