#pippa-writes

[venusvhs]

okay but you can NEVER convince me sevika wouldn’t be whiny as fuck. likeeee… she definitely groans a lot but i am a firm believer that shes the WHINIEST sub. maybe i’m projecting because i like whiny butches but i can’t help it… when ur fingering her and she’s whining so, so loudly ur sure the neighbours are gonna hear. UGGSHDJFJ she’s so cute i need to fuck her brains out…

[inmyheaddd]

alone with you, does that makes sense? - ravi singh x reader

a/n: woohoo new ravi fic my bf 💖💖 wc: 1k masterlist

you stumbled into the dimly lit kitchen in the middle of the night. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you reached for a glass and began to fill it up as you hummed to yourself. the only thing on your mind was your bed, and how dry your mouth felt. 

as you sipped on your water, the doorbell rang. 

you frowned to yourself, wondering who would be outside in the dead of night while it was raining. 

you set down your glass and hesitantly walked to the door, and another knock came, more urgent this time. you cracked the door open the slightest bit, only to see your boyfriend, with droplets of rain on his jumper and wet hair. 

“ravi?” the sleep left your body in an instant, “what the… are you mental?” you said as you opened the door wider, partially sighing in relief as it was just him, not an axe murderer or something of the sort. 

“possibly.” he breathed out as he saw you, wiping a water droplet off his cheek.

“oh my gosh, get inside — it’s freezing!” you exclaimed as you ushered him inside. 

you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the cold seeping through the fabric of your pajamas as he stepped in and took off his shoes. 

“what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night.” to say you were beyond confused was an understatement.

“i couldn’t sleep.” he shrugged, like that answered your question perfectly.

“so you just came to my house?” 

“yes?…” he paused, taking in your confused and honestly unimpressed look. ”well, i did call you multiple times — and i texted! so i didn’t just come to your house.”

you sighed, knowing your phone was almost always on do not disturb. “i…” you paused, eyeing his figure as he ran a hand through his soaked hair. “well… do you need anything? i can make you tea if you’d like?” 

“i’m alright, thankyou.” a grin found his face, and he slightly lolled his head to the side. “would it be too cheesy to say i just need you?” 

your cheeks flushed, “yes. it would be.”

“perfect.“ he flashed you a toothy grin, “i just ne-“ 

“stop it,” you cut him off with a sleepy laugh, your voice still tired, “you’re so unbelievable.”

“and you’re way too welcoming.” he said as he took a step closer. “do you treat everyone this nicely, or am i just special?” 

you snorted, “you’re definitely special in the head, i’ll tell you that much.” 

he seemed to have gotten his answer from the way your cheeks flushed even more as he got closer, “alright, fair.” he sent you a boyish grin, “i’ll take it.” 

you laughed before hitting his shoulder and said, “let’s go to my room, let me just get my water.”

you heard him mutter something along the lines of, “wow, take me out to dinner first.”

shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your glass and then he followed you up the stairs.

—

once inside your room, you tossed him a towel from your dresser. “here, dry off before you catch a cold.”

he accepted the towel with a smirk. “are you going to tuck me in, too?”

you rolled your eyes, but it was impossible for you to wipe the smile off your face. “only if you behave.”

he dried his hair, making it stand up messily before he ran his fingers through it. it somehow just made him look even more endearing. “i always behave,” he said, though his smile told you otherwise.

“sure you do.” you replied, pulling the covers back on your bed and climbing in. “now, get in here before you freeze to death.”

“yes, ma’am,” he teased, but there was a softness in his eyes as he joined you under the blankets.

the warmth of his body next to yours was comforting, and you couldn’t help but snuggle closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “better?”

“much better,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. “listen,” he hesitated, “im sorry for showing up so randomly, i had a bad day and just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right way to put it, “i wasn’t lying when i said just needed you.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze. your brows furrowed and your chest felt constricted at the thought of him being anything other than happy. 

“ravi, i’m here for you, always.” you moved to press a gentle kiss on his lips, and his hand came up to caress your cheek. 

when you pulled back, you lay your head back on his chest. “i’m really sorry your day was horrible.” you mumbled. 

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” his tone was a lot softer now, more vulnerable. “i mean, i have my ridiculously amazing girlfriend in my arms now, i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

you lifted your head again, amused at his ability to slip back into his wits so easily. “you’re really something, you know that?” 

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, something special in the head, right?”

“yes,” you laughed quietly, “but not only that. i mean, you’re sort of ridiculously amazing too.”

he gasped dramatically, feigning shock, “was that a compliment i heard?” 

“i take it back.” 

“so it was a compliment.” it was almost impossible for his smile to get any wider, “don’t get all soft on me now, love.” he patted your head, but there wasn’t a single bone in your body that felt the need to make a snappy retort back.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you said as you snuggled in closer to his side. 

“but you help me sleep at night.”

you raised your eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see it. “then why aren’t you sleep?”

when he didn’t respond, you lifted your head up to find him closing his eyes, with his lips twitching as he tried to bite back a laugh. 

“you’re such an idiot.” you muttered under your breath with a laugh as you put your head back down, and ravi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you could hear his steady heartbeat as your breaths started to even out, and he traced silent “i love you”s and hearts on your skin, which had you almost asleep within minutes.

“i love you too,” you mumbled into his chest without thinking twice, and sleep washed over you before you could feel the kiss ravi pressed on the top of your head.

soon enough, the rain pattering on the window and soft breaths the only sounds that could be heard.

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special mention @talksosweet this is especially for u 😋😋

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

We need to talk about Tartt’s character descriptions

More Donna Tartt praise.

She writes human physical descriptions in the most genuine and true-to-life ways. I didn’t even realize how many books do not go into the actual nuance of human appearances until I read TSH and Goldfinch.

I think most books kind of categorize people as pretty, ugly, or plain then lean into what generally makes people pretty, ugly, or plain plus hair and eye colors. I love how Tartt’s books make characters appear how the majority of people really do: an assortment of specific details. There’s Boris’s bitten nails and how Henry is big and square but does not carry himself as if he is. Bunny is a once-muscled guy (now more chubby) whose naturally good looks are starting to get a little sloppy. His nose is also a bit small/sharp for his face shape. Camilla is pretty, and we hear about her thick ankles and the way her curls rest at her temples. Francis is nice-looking because he carries and styles himself well, but we hear that those things compensate for his kind of beaky nose and boney angles.

Pippa is another great example! Theo describes her looks as tender and precious. She comes across as very cute in a homely way. But we hear that her eyes look “naked” because her lashes are so pale (I can imagine this so well!) and that her nose is long. Her cheeks are thin. Theo notes these things, and thinks she’s pretty anyway; he assumes he must have some personal affinity for her and is given a wake-up call when Everett also finds these traits cute.

OH actually let me squeeze in Mr. Barbour here. Because lol???

His eyes were a queer unstable gray and his hair was pure white, which made him seem older than he was until you noticed that his face was young and pink — boyish, even. His ruddy cheeks and his long, old-fashioned nose, in combination with the prematurely white hair, gave him the amiable look of a lesser founding father, some minor member of the Continental Congress teleported to the twenty-first century.

This is so specific and so easy to see. It stuck out to me when I read it, and my mom mentioned it to me when she read it. She said she was really hit by Andy’s dad’s description and thought it was funny but did a really good job delivering an image.

It’s just so real and gets at how normal people actually are: not always pretty in a “safe” way. Tartt has the guts to give you a description of an actual unique, textured person and say “This is nice.” Or, in Bunny’s case, give someone who is basically handsome but not necessarily pleasant-looking. Theres so much nuance, and it’s honest.

It kind of made me rethink how I write human descriptions. There are “safe” things to point out that become a little insubstantial if you combine too many of them: “The pretty girl has glossy hair and curves and bright blue eyes.” And then there’s going into actual shapes and the way people carry themselves and how some features look against others. It honestly just makes the characters really pop and they’re easy to envision.

[thenerdyolive]

[writing-rat]

After Exams

Pairings: Pippa x Reader

Content: Fluff, Mentions of Becca

Summary: It was after an exam and Pip invites you over...

WC: 910

Letting out a groan, Pip threw her head back. She was tired but she was currently in the school library so she couldn��t nap just yet. She could at home though. “Hey babe,” she heard, which caused her to jump. That was when she was met at the sight of you, and she couldn’t help but grin. You were wearing one of her jackets, her green striped crop top and some sweatpants. 

“Hi,” she responded with a smile and stood up as she pulled you closer by the waist, kissing you. You kissed back as you held her dungarees, pulling her closer. After a few seconds, you pulled away with a smile, sitting beside her after she sat back down. 

“How are you?” you asked with a smile. 

“I’m good, just a little stressed. It is exams though isn't it?” she asked with a smile. 

“I feel you,” you responded with a smile. “What exams do you have today?” you asked.

“Maths and English, what about you?” Pip enquired. 

“History,” you groaned. Pip just laughed, knowing how you hated the subject. You didn’t know why you chose it anymore but you did. You would have to suffer the consequences.

“After school, want to come over to mine? We could watch a film?” Pip offered. 

“Yeah,” you grinned with a smile. You were thankful she was going to hang out with you, you didn’t have to revise that night then.

-

It was after school and you were excited. Pip was waiting for you in her car so you were hurrying out, soon in the passenger seat. “Hey babe, sorry I was talking with a teacher,” you spoke with a smile.

“It’s ok! I didn’t mind waiting,” she spoke as she started to drive out of the school. “How’d all your exams go?” Pip asked smiling.

“They went alright. What about yours?” she asked with that soft smile. 

“Eh, could've been better. Excited to be hanging with you all night though,” you responded, holding her thigh gently as you rubbed it. She smiled as she kept driving towards her house. 

“Yeah, and you have free reign for movies,” she spoke with a smile. You smirked. You were happy about that, it was better than the true crime shows she could’ve put on.

After 10 minutes of listening to the playlist Pip made for you, she arrived home. It was a relaxed ride. Climbing out of the car, Pip got her house keys as her parents were with Josh. They were busy at a show but they would be home around 7 pm. You had 2 hours with Pip alone though at least. Setting your bag down by the door, you walked over to the couch and opened your arms, ready for cuddles. Pip laughed at that before she walked over, grabbing the remote before she forgot and would have to get up. She cuddled up into your side, turning on the tv as she put her head on your shoulder and let out a sigh. She was feeling more relaxed. As much as she loved exams, she hated the nerves of what her results could be. She loved your cuddles and cuddling you even more though. She was smiling as she was happy and was kissing your cheek as she was admiring you, not messing with the remote. You knew that Pip was distracted by staring. Deciding to make her embarrassed, you looked down at her. She immediately flushed a bright red and was quick to get some movie sites up. “So, what do you want to watch first?” she asked, trying to ignore how she was caught. 

“Monsters Inc,” you responded with a smile. She nodded, soon turning it on as she was thankful they had Disney+, only for Josh really but you were now included. 

You was happy to see Pip was more relaxed rather than in school when she was nervous after her exams, wanting to know her marks then and there. You were her rock and you knew it, you helped her stop being obsessive just like the Andie Bell case. Well, that was a mix of you and Ravi helping her. Ravi was becoming a good friend to you both. After 15 minutes of watching the film, you heard soft snores and breathing on your neck. You chuckled a bit, letting her sleep as you were watching the film still. You wouldn’t wake up Pip for any reason. She needed er sleep, having done a lot of revision at night due to the fact she didn’t revise much during the case she was solving. 

When the film finished, you heard the door unlock and you looked over with a smile. Leanna looked inside and she smiled. “Oh hey, I didn’t expect you here,” she spoke quietly, seeing her sleeping daughter. “How were exams?” she asked, Victor and Josh coming in as Barney wagged his tail, running over and being his crazy self.

“They were good,” you responded with a smile. “Both of ours were good, we think we have done well,” you added. 

“That’s good. You want to stay for tea? We are getting takeout after all,” Victor spoke. You nodded immediately, knowing that Pip would be thankful for that. 

You loved this family, and most of all you loved Pip. You would do anything for her. Life was going to be good for you both, you’d keep Pip safe from anyone (especially after the Becca incident).

[afterthegoldrushes]

every time i get to the end of the goldfinch its like. theo has so much guilt over staying with hobie and feeling like a burden to him and its not unwarranted given mr bracegirdle and hobies friends are all kind of hinting that hes an old man and shouldnt be taking on the responsibility of looking after this random teenager. but when you see it from hobies perspective like he lost his whole family after the museum too. pippa was taken by her aunt and welty was gone. and pippa says that hobie was just as much a parent/grandparent to her also. idk i dont know how to say any of this in an eloquent way but i dont think hobie was just "doing the right thing" he wanted theo to stay just as much as theo did

[rachelsfav-queer]

More Pippa and Wednesday BroTP please?

Hell fucking yeah! Ask and you shall receive!

Serial Killer: *spits* You stupid bitches! I’ll gut both of you and once I’m done with you, I’ll cut apart your pretty little girlfriends.

Wednesday: It’s almost impressive how foolish you have to be to think that would actually be threatening.

Pippa: Seriously. I’m much more scared by the potential diseases I’ll contract from your spit. Gross. Besides, threatening us was quite a stupid move. Threatening our girlfriends, that’s even more stupid.

Wednesday: Quite so, though I must admit, my heart does sing at the potential. It’s been quite sometime since I’ve last seen mi loba temible tear apart an unwitting prey. (My fearsome wolf)

Wednesday: I’m sure she’d love the hunt, though I predict it won’t be all that challenging, considering this pathetic whelp.

Pippa: *chuckles* So unfortunate, you just can’t find good game these days. Oh well, perhaps the next serial killer will actually put up a fight. I’ll call Cara to buy some popcorn, I’ve always wanted to see how a werewolf hunts.

Wednesday: *smirks* I’ll tell Enid the good news. She’ll be very excited to show off her terrifying skills.

End <3

(Sorry this took a while lol. Writers block is a bitch, that plus executive dysfunction had me frozen for a bit lol. Hope y’all enjoyed this! Wednesday and Pippa make a hell of a duo, I can only hope I’m doing them justice lol)

[sxturn-to-mxrs]

𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮?

genre: fluff with a hint of angst word count: 633 pairing: pip x ravi (a good girl's to murder) setting: set after the events of as good as dead tw: none as of now (please lmk if there is one) just spoilers if you haven't read as good as dead

The verdict was read. Max Hastings was found guilty.

Ravi Singh was on autopilot. His hands rummaged through his pockets, desperately searching for his phone. He pulled it out, scrolling through the contacts lists until he reached the one named 'sarge<3'. He paused, his fingers ghosting over the keypad. Does she miss me? Would she remember me? Self doubt consumed him, but the longing for Pip won. He messaged her.

He waited

Pip's phone lit up; the text she awaited the most had finally arrived. The contact named 'ravishing<3' had messaged her. Finally. She clicked on the notification, the hollow pit in her heart was filled for a second, when she saw the message.

Pip took the first taxi home, making a mental list of all the people she had to apologize; all the people she had left. The drive wasn't long; only 2 hours long, but to her it felt like a eternity. She decided to practice the apology she would say, but no apology was perfect. The anxiety was eating her up, but as soon as the she heard the driver say that they had reached, all was forgotten.

Pip stood in front of her family's home. Not hers; she had ghosted them, she had left. She wondered if they would still welcome her; whether her dad remembered his 'pickle'. How her mom was, how tall had Josh grown? She swallowed all her feelings and pressed the doorbell.

She waited

Her dad opened the door; eyes widening and mouth agape, clutching the door handle tightly. He stood there frozen; not even making a sound. Pip tried for a 'Hey dad' but her own voice was gone. Just then, Josh came running; pushing her dad aside.

"MUM, PIP IS HERE!", he screamed and he hugged her, breaking Pip and their dad out of their trance. Josh's face was buried in her chest; he had grown taller. Her dad reached out and kissed her forehead mumbling about his pickle coming back home. Her mum came into view, and broke down into tears; her knees giving out. Pip kneeled down and hugged her; her mum's tears soaking her top.

Pip took a deep breath, and pushed the café's door open, the bells jingling overhead. As soon as she inhaled the smell of coffee and all the sweet memories, she was engulfed in a embrace. Nat DaSilva, she recognized and hugged her back. She hugged Jamie and Connor and went to the counter of the café.

"Can I get a best friend- no, sister with some extra sweetness and craziness on the go, please", she said in a stoic tone. Cara recognized her voice and turned to face her, her eyes wide.

"PIP?!", she whisper-shouted, not believing her eyes. Pip grinned and nodded, and Cara stepped forward.

She punched her.

She hugged her.

They both sobbed, holding each other close.

Ravi was still waiting for a text from her. His afternoon was supposed to be free, and he could march over to Cambridge to see her. But something in his heart told him to stop.

The doorbell rang. Ravi wondered who was ringing the bell, since there was nobody to be visting; no package to be delivered. He opened the door.

Pip's heart did somersaults when she saw him. Ravi's mouth was agape. She tried for a greeting.

"Hi?!", she muttered timidly, her voice barely reaching her own self.

Ravi took one long stride, and hugged her; firm and tight, which lifted her off her feet. He pulled away, and Pip closed the gap this time; placing her lips softly on his. The hollow pit in her heart was filled; all she felt was pure bliss.

She pulled away, resting her forehead on top of his. He flashed her his signature smile, the one that she adored.

"Hey Ravi, remember me?"

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credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers

taglist: @aylin-hijabi @summersblooms @owocontroversy @full-on-sam

[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

[venusvhs]

sevika’s the kinda woman to mock u during sex… she’s the cockiest woman on earth, especially during sex. repeats your slurred words to you in a mockery of your voice, a shit eating grin on her face because she knows it gets u off, and it gets her off knowing she’s able to turn you so dumb with her dick!!

[inmyheaddd]

ravi singh boyfriend headcannons

a/n: omg this has been sitting in my drafts for agesss sorry 😭 need to write for ravi more he’s so bf wc: 1k taglist: @heartwithsimplenotes @anintellectualintellectual @thecircularlibrary masterlist

your parents literally like him more than you now, and boy does he know it. 

you’d come back home to find him in your room sitting on your bed.

“oh, you’re back! was waiting for you for hours— i started to think something terribly awful happened to you.” he got up from the bed in an instant, wrapping his arm around your side and giving you a quick peck on your head.

“hi ravi, um who-“ you furrowed your brows as you looked back to your door then back at him. “who let you in?” 

“oh, your brother did.” he stated matter of factly as you both went to sit down on the bed. “then your parents asked me to stay for lunch, then your dog started playing with me, then i started to miss you so i came up to your room. it smells just like you in here.” 

one thing caught your attention. “then you started to miss me? wow, i see how it is…” you shook your head dramatically and frowned in faux disdain. 

he shot you a smile, “what can i say? the whole family likes me, it’s not my fault.” 

“well i don’t like you.” you crossed your arms over your chest. sarcastic bits like this with ravi happened constantly. 

“oh, you especially like me.” his lips turned up into a slow grin and he poked your shoulder, breaking your annoyed facade and making you laugh. 

ravi makes new nicknames for you all the time.

you were talking a walk, telling him about your day when you paused abruptly and turned away from him, ravi looking at you confusedly and raising a brow.

then you sneezed, and then you sneezed again.

“woah, bless you.” he said through a chuckle, “and bless you again.”

after you tried to resume talking only to be interrupted by a sneeze for the third time, he spoke up.

“sweetheart, you’re going to be holy by the end of the day with how many blesses you’re getting.” he bent down slightly to get a better look at your face. “are you alright?”

you sniffled slightly, “yeah i’m—“ sneeze “i’m fine.” you said as your cleared your throat.

“okay sneezy,” he said as he slung an arm around your shoulder, not caring about getting sick himself, “how about we get you home, you take some medicine while i make you some soup, and you tell me what a spectacular cook i am?” 

“but you’re a horrible cook.” you muttered with a light laugh.

“i’m sorry, what was that?” he bent down slightly with a large grin on his face, “you’re so excited and can’t wait? oh, you’re too sweet to me, sneezy. what did i ever do to deserve you?” he quipped back as kissed the top of your head, before steering you two back to walk back to your house.

he kept calling you ‘sneezy’ the rest of the night and for days after that.

“would you stop calling me that?” you asked.

he took a second before answering, putting a finger on his chin and looking up, before shrugging and simply saying, “no.”

a week later he was the sick one, (he hates being sick. “this is what i get for spending time with my beautiful, amazing, but incredibly ill girlfriend?”) and he would still call you sneezy. 

as much as you wouldn’t like to admit it, you were missing the other cuter nicknames he would call you like crazy. but to be fair sneezy did grow on you. 

his sneezes could make a deaf man hear again. 

you were both sitting in silence, focus only on the horror movie playing on the tv and his sneeze literally made you scream and jump off the couch in fear. you thought you were about to meet your end.

“oh my- ravi!” you said breathlessly as you put a hand over your heart, catching your breath.

he was an absolute laughing wreck at your reaction, and all he had to say was, “what, no bless me?” 

speaking of scaring you, his favorite ways to greet you unexpectedly is hugs from behind, telling you how much he missed you and kissing your head. 

that, or placing his hands on either your shoulders or waist, jolting you and yelling at the same time.

you always know it’s him but you get nightmarishly scared every single time. there’s no in between. 

you two have a playlist together and when you’re away, he’d randomly send you a screenshot of a song on it with something along the lines of, “this song reminds me of you.”

when he has to go on a long car ride alone he sends you updates by the hour. literally.

your texts:

ravishingly handsome — Hour one, all is good. Some bastard cut me off and another nearly rear ended me, but still, all is good 👍 

you — oh my god ravi 

you — are you okay?!?!

you — pls call me when u can 

ravishingly handsome — I’m actually perfectly fine

ravishingly handsome — Felt a strong urge to curse them out and hit something, then I thought about your face and oddly enough I felt perfectly peachy, if not a little happy 😃🙂

you — no you did not 😭 possibly giggling and kicking my feet rn

you — ur emojis make me laugh out loud 

ravishingly handsome — I think I’M the one making you laugh out loud, not my emoji choices

ravishingly handsome — Also, call me any time. Always free for you.

he texts like an old man honestly, but you love it. 

he’s the type to not be on social media too much, so when you say a reference/ joke he just thinks you’re insanely funny. 

you don’t have the heart to tell him it’s not your joke.

you start to influence him though, and he has little pieces of your slang/ way of talking in his everyday talking.

obvious but, he is a proud member of the sassy man apocalypse. 

all of your parents are now best friends because you and ravi spend so much time together and are always at eachothers houses.

it’s gotten to the point when sometimes your mom texts ravi’s mom to ask you to clean your room when you get back, because you aren’t answering your phone. 

sleepovers that last days are very common occurrences. 

you’re always wearing his sweaters, and he secretly loves seeing them on you so much. 

forehead kisses are 24/7, along with interlinked hands and his thumb running circles on your knuckles.

he doesn’t believe in all that toxic masculinity BS, but when you hold his bicep when walking, his heart flutters a little.

he’s always mentioning you, and your friends harmlessly poke fun at him for the way he can’t stop smiling whenever your name is mentioned, or how he can’t stop talking about you.

you both adore the small quiet moments, like him putting a necklace he bought you on you, or running your fingers through his hair after he’s had a stressful day. 

sometimes he cuts himself off when talking to you, or forgets what he’s saying simply because he thinks you’re so gorgeous.

you act annoyed and tell him to “stop that,” but the flush on your face and the way you bite back a smile says otherwise.

[marigoldbaker]

the thing about original fiction is you can recycle ocs and no one can call you out on it

[bincliff]

jaguar morgana chapter 4!!!!!!

i wrote approximately half of this post-surgery (top surgery revision, which went reasonably okay but still triggering for me as a person with surgery phobia)

maybe she's legible. maybe it's a fugue state

unrelated awkward hecate gif as a treat

[writing-rat]

Childhood Crush

Pairings: Pippa x Reader

Content: Pure fluff

Summary: You have had a crush on Pippa for years. You finally interact with her...

WC: 1154

You had known Pippa since she was 8. Well, she didn’t know you but you knew her. She was always hanging out with her friends and you never had the confidence to talk with her like that. You just admired from afar. You were happy enough with that… 

You were now 17 and doing your A-levels. You tried focusing in classes but couldn’t, especially when Pip was sitting in front of you. You always admired her from behind, writing down everything you could as quickly as possible. “Miss Y/N, Miss Fitz-Amobi, can we talk after class?” Mr award called as the bell rang. 

“Yea sir,” you spoke immediately, embarrassed. You thought you had been caught staring and would get in trouble.

“Of course,” Pip answered, smiling. Everyone soon exited the classroom, you packing up slowly as you wanted to delay. Pip was already at the front though, talking to him. You were soon there too, nerves hitting you like bricks. 

“What is your grade at?” Mr Ward asked. You immediately knew at that point it was about tutoring but with your crush.

“It’s a… 2 sir,” you answered. 

“Yours pip?” he asked though he already knew. 

“A 9!” She answered. “You want me to tutor Y/N?” she asked bluntly. 

“As smart as ever Pip. Yes, please. Are you ok with that?” he asked you.

“Yeah, of course,” you answered flustered. 

“You may go now,” he offered. Pip nodded and smiled as she left. “Go get her,” he stated to you once she was gone and you blushed. 

“What?” you asked.

“I assume you have bad grades because you admire her a lot since you don’t struggle in classes when she isn’t there,” he offered. You groaned. 

“I’ll see you later,” you spoke and left.

 

Pip was seemingly waiting outside for you, on her phone as she was furrowing her eyebrows. You stopped in your tracks, shocked. “Uhhh… new evidence?” you offered. “How’s your EPQ doing?” you added. Pip, in her own trance, jumped before she nodded. 

“It’s going well. I was hoping we could start today if that’s ok?” Pip offered. You nodded, still embarrassed Elliot knew of your crush.  She also didn’t say what the evidence was which was rightfully so. You could be a suspect for all you knew. 

“Where at and right now?” you asked. Pip nodded. 

“I was thinking my house? We can study in my room,” she offered. “I can drive you if you don’t have a car too,” she added. You were shocked but nodded. 

In the car, it was quite nice. You felt more relaxed there, Pip putting on her playlist as she hummed to herself. You, meanwhile, were gay panicking but didn’t say anything. She reached her place after 15 minutes and you both got out. “My room is the first door on the left,” she explained. You nodded as you walked inside, waiting for her as you didn’t know how to face her family without her. You could hear them inside the house. Pip was soon next to you. 

“As a warning, Josh can hear anything and everything now. He heard me swear once and got me in trouble,” she spoke, a soft smile on her face. 

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind,” you chuckled, going inside with her. 

“Mom! Dad! Josh! I’m home,” she called out, the pittering pattering of paws running towards you, where a golden retriever jumped up onto Pip and knocked her down. 

“Welcome home, who is this?” her mom asked. 

“This is Y/N, I’m tutoring her now for history,” Pip explained, greeting the dog, who you heard was called Barney, 

“Hello ma’am,” you spoke politely. 

“Hello, and don’t call me ma’am. That makes me feel old, call me (her name,” she responded. “Honey, Victor is out shopping for dinner. Are you staying?” she informed Pip then asked you.

“Uhhh,” you responded before Pip replied for you.

“Yes,” she answered. “Now I’m gonna get on with tutoring,” she spoke, practically dragging you up the stairs as she was smiling. You could tell she loved her family a lot.

Once inside her room, you saw her hurriedly drop her clean underwear and bras into the wardrobe, embarrassed, and also flip the murder board around. “Nice room, I see you’re very dedicated to the case,” you spoke, smiling softly.

“Thank you, yes I am,” she spoke and sat down at her desk. She got a second chair out and offered it to you. “Should we start tutoring now?” she asked. You nodded, groaning as you hated studying. “It won’t be that bad!” Pip responded. You nodded and sat down, ready. 

Pip lied. It was hard, and it was that bad. She was a hard teacher but it was working. Also mainly because you admired her in class didn’t help hence the studying. You were smart after all. “I don’t see why you struggled that much if you got it just now,” Pip asked confused.

“I just… zone out in class,” you half lied. Yes, you did, but it was over Pip. 

“I see,” she responded. “Can I see your grade sheet?” she asked. You could see the cogs turning in her head. You couldn’t just say no though, so you did as told and got your grade sheet out for her. She saw the pattern, you knew from the look she gave it.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you immediately spoke, not wanting to hear the rejection. You had crushed on her for 10 years after all. She nodded, analysing the paper. You rushed out, feeling your heart beat faster than it ever had, even when you accidentally looked at Pip in the changing room that one time. After what felt like forever, there was a knock on the door. “It’s Pip. You know… it’s ok, right? No need to panic,” she offered support. You just whimpered in response, feeling tears. “What if I say I had my eye on you too?” she offered. You froze and suddenly opened the door. Pip, not expecting it, fell into the bathroom as she was lying on the floor. 

“Sorry,” you immediately apologised, going to help her up.

“It’s fine. That was a dumb place to lean against anyway I’ll admit,” she chuckled, letting you help her up. “I was saying the truth though. I saw you stare at me more time than you think and I could feel it. You intrigued me,” she spoke. 

“Why didn’t you talk to me?” you asked quietly, wondering if she was lying.

“Because I didn’t want to misinterpret it. I, Pippa Fitz-Amobi, am bad at reading feelings,” she answered. You were shocked. “So… want to talk more, see how it goes?” she offered shyly. You nodded.

“Yes please,” you answered.

“Then that is in order. Now dinner is ready, it’s tacos. Are you ok with that?” she asked. You nodded. 

You hoped it would work out…

[tilda-rothery]

You and me at six

Young hicsqueak :) and the triple drabble that goes with it...

(sorry for the sucky background. Also realising I haven't coloured Pippa's clip.. oh well. I'll get on that tomorrow)

Halloween was always Pippa’s favourite time of year. It meant dressing up, silly games, lavish parties ...and sweets. Lots and lots of sweets.

When she was six, she remembered how her parents had thrown a large Halloween bash. With all the high standing witching families in attendance.

Pippa had stolen away, not bothered with the adults and their boring conversations, and more concerned with the brightly decorated cakes, the sugar snap biscuits – they really did snap if you weren’t too careful, Pippa’s thumb ached for days after – and chocolate truffles of every flavour you could think of.

Her fairy wings fluttered behind her – as they were enchanted to do – as she plopped herself down in a quiet corner, arms overflowing with sweet treats. Under the lights, glitter dust sparkled in her hair. Though her rather magical ensemble was spoiled by the icing smeared across her cheek.

She remembers a shadow casting over her sweet feast. The shadow of a girl her age wearing nothing but black. Her face pale, eyes dark and curious.

“Do you want one?” Pippa remembers asking. Handing the girl a cake with sticky, sugar coated fingers. One with pink icing swirled on the top– not at all festive, but Pippa’s favourite nonetheless.

The girl swallowed, tentatively reaching out, her fingers brushing the paper case.

“Joy!”

The girls arms had fallen away immediately, her whole body tensing at the sharp tone, her fingers curling into her palms, bottom lip near to trembling.

Pippa had been confused by that, if a little fearful.

The girl had gone as quickly and quietly as she’d come, her dark hair whipping around behind her.

The cakes hadn’t tasted so sweet after that.

“I remember that party,” Hecate would tell her years later. “It never was the cakes I was interested in.”

😝

[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