#agggtm fics

[zeglyths]

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27.08.23

2: 52 pm (ist)

i’m going to be on vacation next week so if anyone has any fic reqs pls ask so i can do something in the car

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08.09.23

9: 42 pm (ist)

i have midterms this whole month but i’ll try to write

[talknerdytome18]

Friendly reminder that this blog doesn't support anyone who ships Max x Pip!

If you ship them, or even consider it a "dark romance", then get the fuck away from my blog.

If you come onto my posts saying, "You can't judge people for this ship! Just let people ship what they want to ship!!!", I'm here to tell you that I will judge you if come here supporting a ship that includes a canon rapist.

This blog will completely judge you for shipping Max and Pip. That's a disgusting ship. Fuck off and do not interact with me at all if you think it's okay to ship Max and Pip.

[wheresmymilliondollarman]

ravi singh fics please!! maybe x reader where she’s having a bad day and he comes over and they cuddle and watch a movie 🫶🏻

forever & always

ravi singh x fem! reader

when ur day falls into shambles, your boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces the best way he can

a/n: u dont know how happy i am to see a ravi request. he’s been on my mind lately esp cus my friend is reading the series !! he’s my top book bf next to peeta mellark 🫶🫶 thx sm for the request hope you enjoy !! p.s. i read the us version so it's gonna be based one that.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of small injury, minor blood, lmk if anything else

you collapsed on your bed the moment your knees hit the mattress. burying your face into your pillow, hoping the day just fades away. you arrived home, the house empty due to your parents still working. you were relieved because you truly had no energy to greet anyone - even the trudge up the stairs was a challenge enough.

your day had been rough, to say the least. you'd woken up late, sleeping past your alarms and snoozes. when you'd awoken you had less than twenty minutes to get ready, which meant no time to come up with a cute outfit. you slapped on some jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and jewlery and called it a day. you managed to put on some lipstick and mascara in the school parking lot before you ran to clas.

in the process of running, you also fell and scraped your knee; you didn't even check the wound because you were rushing to avoid the tardy bell. spoiler: your knee was crying in pain.

you were late by a minute, yet your first-period teacher had given you a berating in front of the whole class for it. even though he literally walked in a few seconds before you.

you went toward the back of the class to put your phone in the mandatory basket with everyone else's phone, and that was when you realized you'd left your phone at home. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you remembered you'd left it on your bed when you were hastily putting on your shoes. hopefully, ravi didn't require anything urgent that couldn't wait til you got home.

you later learned, after a random kid pointed it out, that you had a splotch of red on the knee area of your light colored jeans. turned out your skin had scrapped enough to draw blood.

at lunch, pip, the prepared person she was, helped clean your cut with anitbacterial wipes and put a bandage over your knee. cara even tried to get the red stain out, but it was smudged it further around your legs.

cara apologized profusely , but you brushed it off, telling her it didn't look that bad and they were just jeans. however, inside, you were ready to lose your last straw and mourn your favorite jeans. you swore you had the worst luck today.

you repeated it over and over in your head, school's almost over you can do this. but it was certainly not over for your luckless day. the librarian, who already hated you, dress coded you for your shirt, and sent you to the office. the principal was ready to call your parents to bring you a shirt, but you quickly said you had friend who'd be abe to give you one.

to be honest, you were even sure if cara or pip had any spare clothes, and to add to your misfortune, they didn't have any spare shirts. you were ready to break down right there and then, but held it off and reassured them it was alright.

you were ready to throw the towel in and call your mom and face her wrath for disrupting her at work when connor entered the conversation saying he had an unused gym shirt. it could've fit like adress on you, but you gratefully took it.

the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. you didn't waste time in packing up and look for your car keys inside your backpack. but being so distracted led you to stumble down the school stairs. you were utterly humiliated and knew multiple people had witnessed the scene. you had no choice but to just get up and walk out.

traffic was horrible on the way home, and multiple angry drivers honking didn't help. when you finally parked into your home's driveway, you leaned your head against the steering wheel and burst into tears. the events of the day weighed on you heavily. suppressing all your emotions all day made everything you were feeling just come crashing down in that moment.

after half an hour, you were calmed down, but your eyes were swollen and your throat was sore. you prayed none of the neighbors witnessed your breakdown, you think you'd start crying again if that were the case.

now, you were in bed, exhausted from your crying, and ready to just sleep whatever hours of the day were left.

the moment you closed your eyes, your phone chimed, letting you know you received a text. you knew it was ravi because you'd set his notification sound to be different. you hadn't spoken with your boyfriend all day since you forgot your phone, so he likely was asking why you didn't send him your daily random school photo. but you were just too tired to pick it up and type of reply. you told yourself you'd take a fifteen-minute nap, then call him.

your slumber was disrupted when a force was shaking your body back and forth, the repeated call of your name in the distance. you were still somewhat mentally in your dream state, so you weren't quick to respond.

"y/n!"

"babe."

"light of my life."

"my little honey butter biscuit."

"huh?"

your sleepiness was starting to fade away, and you were able to deliver a somewhat coherent response. you had to blink a few times to focus your vision on the face before you. it took you a moment to process ravi in your vision, kneeling in front of the side of the bed where your head lays. "ravi? what are you doing here?"

you yawn as you sit up on your bed and stretch out your spine, turning to face ravi. you rubbed your eyes a bit to keep them from drooping. ravi then immediately engulfed you into his arms, pushing you back onto the bed.

you were thrown aback by the gesture, but you would never object a hug from your boyfriend, especially given the day you had.

ravi pulled away, sitting down next to you on the bed. "oh my god, i thought something happened. you hadn't answered any of my texts and any time i called you, it went straight to voicemail." ravi anxiously explained, holding your face in both his hands.

"i'm sorry," you gave an apologetic peck to his lips, "i was gonna text you when i woke up from my quick nap after school." you went to grab your phone from the corner of your bed. you clicked the power button a few times, but it wouldn't turn on. your phone was dead, the reason why your alarm didn't go off and ravi's calls weren't going through. the world had to be playing a prank on you at this point.

"quick nap?" ravi furrowed his brows, "it's already 7 pm."

"what?" you exclaimed, wide-eyed. how could it already be so late? you were going to take a half-hour nap to recover your energy. you still had homework and chores to do before your parents got home. you went MIA almost the whole day, likely why ravi was so worried and came into your house. with all the murderous events this town has faced, you felt guilty for having him alarmed. horrible girlfriend award goes to you.

automatically, your face made its way into your hands from guilt and frustration of every going wrong today. you sighed heavily, holding back tears threatening to fall. even though you had a full crying session before coming in the house, you still had tears left to shed. you were trying very hard to not cry in front of ravi.

ravi reached out toward you, putting a hand on your back and a hand on your knee, “baby, what’s wrong?” he voiced with concern.

"it's nothing," you responded in a cracked voice, suppressing all your emotions. a blatant lie, that didn't even convince you, and one ravi could see through.

"c'mon, it's obviously something if it has my girlfriend so upset about it. let me see your pretty face." ravi grabs your wrists and pulls them apart to uncover your sullen face. not having the energy to resist, you opted to face your head down to your lap and have your hair cover most of your face.

“dont hide from me baby.” he whispers to you. he parts your hair behind your ears and sees your face and then moves his hand to your chin, making you look up to him with watery eyes. “now, tell me what happened. or i’m gonna just stare at your really hard until you do.” he says the last part playfully, but you wouldn’t put it past him to actually do it.

looking into your boyfriend’s eyes was enough to spill your guts. and his genuine concern for you only made you love him impossibly more. you knew it was safe to cry your eyes out around him, so finally, you let your emotions through.

you choked up for a moment trying to get a word in, but all you could do was start with a miserable sob. you go to cover your mouth with your hands to reel some of it in, but hot tears are already coming down from your eyes.

immediately, ravi pulls you into his embrace, and onto his lap - your face now smushed into his chest. tears likely staining his graphic tee, but he didn’t seem to care. he rubs a hand soothingly along your back, cooing and shushing you in attempt to help calm you down. all you could do your hold onto him tight for comfort in your troubles.

it took you a few minutes before your cries were getting dulled and you were able to breathe steadily. ravi just held you the whole time, patiently waiting for you to settle, so you can recite to him the issue.

you sniffled and moved your head away from his chest, ready to finally have a proper conversation without interruption by your hiccuped breaths. ravi began wiping any wetness from your face with his hand, then removing hair from your eyes and putting it behind your ears. “do you feel better now?”

you nodded, taking a deep breathe to further calm yourself. he gives you a small smile then plants a quick kiss on your lips. “good, now tell me what has my girl all down in the dumps.”

you crack a smile at his corny phrases, slightly feeling better. you began to recount all of the day's incidents, starting from waking up late and ending with your hysteria in your driveway. all through it, ravi held you close, rubbing small circles on the side of your thigh in a calming manner.

“so that was my shitty day pretty much. it all sounds kind of stupid now that i say it out loud to someone. sorry for worrying you over dumb stuff like this.”

“hey, anything that makes you upset is reason enough for me to start worrying.” ravi’s hand trails toward the area of your knee still stained with some of your blood, “you know what, i’m boycotting stairs. i refuse to associate with anything that harms my girlfriend.” he responds in faux seriousness. you can’t help but laugh at his behavior and playfully slap his chest lightly.

“thank you. for being the best boyfriend ever,” you say with sincerity. only ravi was the type of person who could make you laugh after bawling your eyes out.

“well, i am quite ravi-singh-ing aren’t i?” ravi cockily boasts. he flips his wrist, flipping over imaginary hair dramatically.

you rolled you eyes, “oh god, are you ever going to let that go?” you one time joked his name looked like the word ravishing when he had written it down. ever since then, he loved to constantly bring it up to boost his ego.

“never. it never gets old. and you know what your amazing boyfriend proposes?” you wait for him to continue, “a movie to remedy your shitty day.”

you pretend to think about it for a moment, “okay, but i choose.”

ravi's mouth goes agape, “what! it was my idea.” he protests.

“yeah, but it’s my crappy day.” you counter back.

he narrows his eyes at you, and you give your best pleading pout, “fine, i suppose it's lady's choice tonight," he relents. "you should be ever so lucky to have such a gentleman as a boyfriend.” he adds in an overdone proper tone.

“yup. i’m just the luckiest girl.” and you meant it.

"now," ravi manured his way out of your bed and stood up. he proceeds to carry your bridal style, being careful of your knee, "let's fix up your little injury."

"babe, i can walk; my leg isn't broken." despite your small protest, you move to wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

ravi, with you in his arms, walks out of your room and toward your upstairs bathroom. "excuse me for being chivalrous." he states defensively, "you should be fawning over me with heart eyes at this moment." he says a matter of factly.

you give another eye-roll to his antics, "your right my bad, let me try again." you clear your throat for effect, "on my god, ravi, you're so dashing and charming, and your good looks just stun me." you exclaim with melodramatic affection.

ravi sets you down on the gray granite counter of your bathroom next to the sink. he looks at you with a crooked smile, "that's more like it. you just forgot to mention how you dream of me at night, but it's alright - i've sleep next to you enough nights to know how much you say my name in your sleep." he winks at you with he last bit of his sentence.

you lightly hit his chest, "are you gonna continue to admire yourself or put a bandaid on me so we can watch a movie?"

"while, i'd love to do the former, i'll go with the latter. actually," he pauses, and starts digging through his pockets in search for something, "aha! here, this should make your frown turn upside down." cue another eye roll for his corny humor. he opens his palm toward you to reveal a bandaid, a hello-kitty one.

you take it with a cheerful smile, "thank you, but why do you have this?" you look up at question him.

"you mean why do i carry bandaids for my accident-prone girl?" he rhetorically counters, while kneeling down in front of your bruised knee. "i just figured if you're hurt you can at least look cute being injured."

you can't help but smile at him lovingly as he replaced your dried bloody band-aid with the pink hello kitty one. to finish off, he places a quick kiss on it. "there, all better."

yeah, it was all better now.

-

"hunger games? again?" ravi questions exasperatedly. you two were currently settled under your bed sheets, facing your television. ravi is sat up with your head settled on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the netflix app was open, and the two of you were in the process of deciding on a film. well, you were picking, and ravi kept adding in his own personal opinion that prompted you that annoyed you enough to not choose a movie. netflix recently added the hunger games movies, and you couldn't help but want to watch it - no matter how many times you'd seen it with ravi already.

is having a movie about children dying and killing each other and government control as a comfort movie a red flag? maybe.

"are you judging me, your girlfriend, right now?" you challenge with an arched brow.

ravi holds a hand to his heart, "no, no, of course not. if my girl tells me to do something, then my only option is to obey," he replies mockingly.

you nod in approval, "exactly. glad you get it." you pat the top of his head as if he were a dog who just learned a new trick.

he mimics you and then tickles your side, causing you to jolt in your spot. "shush it, and put the movie on." you give him a glare but move to grab the remote next to you, pressing play to start the film.

as the movie began and went through, the two of you commented on scenes as they came on the tv.

"if we were tributes from the same district, would you kill me?"

"most likely." you say nonchalantly.

you scoff, "gale gets more annoying the more i watch this."

"i would kill for ceasar flickerman's job." ravi expressed.

"i just know you would've fallen off that tree on your own."

"ow!- ok sorry."

after a good three-fourths of the film, your eyes get heavier. yet, you try to remain awake and respond to whatever ravi was saying. but you decide to close your eyes for a moment, claiming you'd open them again when ravi says something. however, that never came to be because you were out like a light, the noise of violence and yelling from the screen lulling you to slumber.

"okay, this is a good movie, but i refuse to watch the sequel after this too." ravi frowns when you don't respond. "baby, i was just kidding, don't give me the silent treatment." he looks down at your body, then takes notice of your closed eyes and steady breathes.

he laughs, "of course, you fell asleep, not even surprised." he leans his head down and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. he whispers to your ear, "good night. hopefully, you have a better day tomorrow, and if not, i'll always be here to cheer you up."

@marigold-morelli

[madmaxified]

the way her expression instantly softens and changes from super serious and scowly to this big puppy dog eyes one when she sees cara is very special and important to me

[someonedefinitely]

today I learnt how there are TWO VERSIONS OF A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER??? AMERICAN AND BRITISH!?!?!?

like what is Fairview??? and pip went to columbia??? not cambridge???

[dollys-perfect-world]

Fragile Petals♡

Another Andie x Sal fic!!!

Written with a LOTT of help from @pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse (they came up with the idea, literally wrote like half of this for me, decided the title, and wrote out a script for me so tysm luvv/p💝 Go follow themm!!!)

TW!!!: ED!!

Andie sat on her bed, her fingers trembling as she typed a message to Sal. The weight of her emotions bore heavily on her fragile frame, but she mustered the courage to reach out to him. "Hey, Sal. Can I come over for a sleepover?" she texted, her heart pounding in her chest.

Seconds turned into an eternity as Andie anxiously awaited Sal's response. Finally, her phone buzzed, bringing a glimmer of hope to her troubled mind. "Of course, my little flower," Sal replied. A small smile tugged at the corners of Andie's lips as she began to pack a small bag, her thoughts swirling with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

As she gathered her belongings, a wave of dizziness washed over Andie, threatening to pull her under. Her stomach churned, a stark reminder of her relentless battle with anorexia. Despite the persistent waves of nausea, she was determined to see Sal. She took a deep breath, mustering the strength to drive to his house.

Arriving at Sal's house, Andie noticed the absence of his parents or brother. A sense of relief washed over her, knowing that they would have the privacy they craved. Sal greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes filled with love and concern. He leaned in and gently kissed her, their connection offering solace in the midst of her struggles.

They spent the evening wrapped in each other's arms, finding comfort in their shared affection. Cuddling on the couch, their bodies intertwined, they reveled in the simple joy of being together. Their lips met in tender kisses, speaking volumes of their unspoken love.

As the hours passed, Sal decided to prepare dinner for both of them. However, he couldn't ignore the distress etched on Andie's face. Concerned, he gently asked, "What's wrong, my love?" Andie hesitated, her voice trembling, before insisting that she was fine.

But Sal knew better. He saw through the facade she wore, recognizing the pain hidden beneath her fragile smile. His heart ached for her, knowing that her struggle with anorexia had taken its toll. He couldn't bear to see her suffer in silence any longer.

Andie's vision blurred, and her body grew weaker by the minute. Sal's worry intensified, and he couldn't ignore the signs of her declining health any longer. "Are you okay?" he asked once more, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Before Andie could even muster a reply, she succumbed to her body's exhaustion, fainting in Sal's arms.

Sal didn't waste a second picking her up and holding her in his arms. It took him a moment to be able to move again, his eyes locked on Andie. He hated himself for not helping her earlier.

Sal walked over to the couch in the living room and layed Andie down. He was so gentle and careful with her that you'd think she was about to fall apart. He again just stood there looking at her for a couple seconds, then went back to the kitchen and finished dinner. It was pasta, and he made it the way he knew Andie liked it.

As Sal was putting the Pasta on plates, he heard the floorboards creek as Andie stood up. He dropped the spoon that was in his hand and rushed in.

Andie was trying to walk over to him, but Sal intervened before she had a chance. He picked her up and held her against him tight as she let out a dizzy giggle. Sal smiled despite how worried he was.

Sal usually didn't eat on the couch, but he thought it'd be better if Andie was comfortable while she ate. He sat their plates down on the coffee table and held Andie in his lap.

Andie wasn't going to argue about eating, not after fainting infront of Sal. Because she knew that she couldn't win. But that didn't stop the tears.

So, Sal settled on handfeeding her. He set his own plate aside, held andies plate, and helped feel her, going slow to make sure she wouldn't get sick or feel too bad. Sal worked to feed her carefully and wipe her tears as quick as they fell at the same time. Andie thought he was magical for it, honestly. She only ended up eating about half of the pasta on her plate, but to Sal, it was better than nothing.

Sal just put his plate in the fridge for later; Andie was his top priority. He pulled her closer since the plate was out of the way now. Her crying had stopped now, but she was still quiet. She hid her face in his shoulder.

Sal broke the silence. "You know I'll always love you, skinny or not. I don't care about your body." He paused, at Andie. "I'd much rather you not be skinny than be sick like this, My Flower."

Sal couldn't even tell if Andie was listening or not until he felt her tears starting to soak into his shirt. He let out a breath and just rubbed her back, letting her cry.

He turned on a show she liked on the TV for her. That made her sit up. Sal took that as his chance to wipe her tears and kiss her cheek. He frowned when she didn't have much of a reaction. So, he kissed her nose, and it earned him a quiet, tired giggle from her. He'd never been more proud of himself.

Sal sat and played with Andies hair as she calmes down. She kept her eyes glued to the silly show playing. Naomi once taught sal how to braid, and now he takes every chance he can to braid Andies hair. He practices on Naomi all the time, just to make sure it'll be perfect on Andie.

He had to stop short though, becuase Andie leaned back on him. He didn't mind though; this was better than braiding her hair. Andie kept watching the show silently until she mumbled, "I love you," and then turned to bury her face in Sals neck. Sals heart was far past melting, it was just ashes by now.

"I love you too, Little Flower."

Sal knew Andies eyes were closed due to being able to feel her eyelashes against his skin. And he knew that she'd fallen asleep about 2 minutes later due to her breathing patterns changing.

Sal was in an uncomfortable position to sleep in, but andie was comfy in his lap. And again, Andie was his top priority. One night of bad sleep was a price he was willing to pay just to know that Andie was sleeping alright. ♡

[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”.

[smallsinger5901]

hey, i’m Small!! He/she/it pronouns, don’t ask about my gender because idk either

Partly fandom blog, partly writing, fully cringe

my general reblog tag is #arbee , i try to tag fandom related stuff with the fandom tag but sometimes I just can’t be bothered. Personal tag is #small talk

current fandoms are Death Note, Mcyt, Atla, agggtm and class of 09! Plus more but that happens when it happens

My AO3

Make Them Believe You (10/10 chapters, 48K words, As Good As Dead au)

Sip The Gossip (1/1 chapters, 3K words, Post-Canon AGGGTM)

It’s The Leaving That’s Hard (2/? chapters, 7.5K words so far, pre-agggtm au ON HIATUS WHILE I HYPERFIXATE ON SOMETHING NEW)

Remember, remember (1/1 chapter, 1K words, L’s canon death)

Always lie to the cops (2/? Chapters, 10.7K words so far, L fakes his canon death)

As of rn im working on some other death note fics too!!

[jjdoggies-fanfics]

Prompt #64

Prompt: Always Giving the Other the First (or Last) Bite of Food

Ship: Pipravi

Link to Ao3: Sophrosyne

[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?

[zeglyths]

⋆˙⟡♡ fic reqs : OPEN

taking fic reqs to write over summer. asks are open!

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no sexual content (implied is ok)

accepting for given ships only

hcs are ok

preferably oneshots

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saphne

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snowbaird

redarthur

mileven

averyjameson

[talknerdytome18]

I only have one request if we get AGGGTM S2: they need to keep this line from Connor.

"so I went back to Zach's new house and we... we played Fortnite, so now the world knows that then."

Connor, respectfully, I don't think the world cares too much if you went back to Zach's house and played Fortnite with him. Did something else happen that you're not telling us? 🤨 🏳️‍🌈

[wafflesbooks1]

My biggest flex is how I won a creative writing competition by writing bad A Good Girl's Guide To Murder fanfic

[conjectureand-gloom]

when your mutual/another ao3 author in another fandom leaves kudos on your fic in a fandom that they aren’t in:

[someonedefinitely]

that one half finished post-agad fic rotting in my google docs in which pip and Ravi finally met again

[arsonfaerie]

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE THIRD BOOK I BEG 😭

ANON I JUST READ THE THIRD BOOK. ANON WHAT THE FUCK