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Whispers of Tiny Footsteps

Pairing: Pippa Fitz Amobi x fem reader

Baby Fitz Amobi junior inspector Headcannons

Warning: Utter fluff. Pippa Fitz Amobi stealing my heart.

Did not expect this to be so long.

Your heart races as you hold the positive pregnancy test. You’re a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, fear, and sheer disbelief. “Pippa,” you stammer, “we’re going to be parents. Can you believe it?” Pippa laughs, pulling you into a tight hug, leaving kisses on your forehead, your jaw, anyplace she can reach . “I can’t believe it either, love. But I’m so ready for this adventure.”

Pippa can’t stop talking. She rambles about baby names, nursery colours, and parenting books. “What if I mess up?” she frets. “What if I accidentally teach our child Morse code instead of nursery rhymes?” You kiss her forehead, the apples of her cheeks. “Pip, you’ll be an amazing mum. And I promise, no secret codes until they’re at least five.”

Pippa transforms the spare room into a cozy nursery. She paints the walls a soft mint green and hangs fairy lights. “Look, love,” she says, pointing at the crib. “Our little one will sleep here.” Your heart swells. “It’s perfect, Pip” you can’t help but say, bring her close to you, kiss the top of her frigid nose, “you are Perfect. Our baby will just love you”.

Pippa insists on visiting Harrods for baby essentials. She buys the softest blankets, designer onesies, and a mobile that plays classical music. “Our baby deserves the best,” she declares. You chuckle. “Pip, they won’t even remember the mobile.” “But we will,” Pippa replies, her eyes shining.

Pippa becomes a sentinel. She hovers over you, making sure you eat well and rest enough. “No heavy lifting,” she scolds. “And don’t stress. Our baby can sense it.” You roll your eyes. “Pip, I’m not made of glass.” “You’re carrying our child,” Pippa retorts. “You are made of glass” she scolds, moving to cup your jaw, lithe fingers holding your jaw in a firm grip. Her blue eyes staring into yours, “I want our baby to be healthy. I want you to be healthy. So no heavy lifting. If I have to call Ravi to do some heavy lifting I will. I’ve been needing to build that cradle in our room”. You lean your forehead into her chest, trailing your finger down her jaw, down to her neck. “I don’t think Ravi should help build it. After all you know how much I love watching you work with your hands” you whisper suggestively. Pippa blushes, “why don’t I get started on that now.” You laugh as you watch pip fly to her feet, eyes already trailing your figure. Hunger evident in her eyes. It’s only later when your backed up against your bed, a hungry pip laying desperate kisses on your sensitive neck that pip speaks. Her voice muffled by your skin. “Pregnancy makes you so much sexier have I told you that?”. You only blush.

“What about Agatha?” she suggests. “Or Hercule?”You laugh. “Pip, we’re not naming our child after fictional detectives.” “Fine,” she pouts. “But I’m still pushing for Mycroft”. Pippa arranges the nursery bookshelf meticulously. Agatha Christie’s novels sit next to Dr. Seuss. “Our child needs a balanced literary diet,” she declares. “Murder mysteries and whimsical rhymes.”You add a copy of “Goodnight Moon.” Pippa raises an eyebrow. “Is there a hidden clue in there?”

Pippa’s eyes widen the first time she feels the baby kick. “Sweetheart did you feel that?” You nod, tears in your eyes. “Our little inspector is saying hello.”Pippa presses her ear to your belly. “Inspector Junior, reporting for duty.”

Pippa packs the hospital bag like she’s solving a cold case. Extra socks, snacks, and a magnifying glass (just in case). “What’s the magnifying glass for?” you ask. “To examine our baby’s tiny fingerprints,” she replies. “And also to read the fine print on hospital forms.” Oh how you love this woman.

Pippa holds your hand through contractions. “Breathe, love,” she whispers. “We’ve got this.” When the pain subsides, she kisses your forehead. “You’re incredible.” “So are you,” you reply. Pippa is attentive to you, constantly holding your hands, kissing your cheeks. Josh is constantly waiting at the door, victor close behind, anxious to meet his grandchild. Leanne is constantly fretting over you, fluffing your pillow and wiping the sweat of your brow. “Just hold on a tad longer my loves” she encourages. Cara and Naomi come by, they bring board games and laugh over how protective pip is. But you love it. As labor progresses you no longer can have small moments of peace, pain is all you feel. It’s a deep primal pain that fills your veins. You cry, feel tears down your cheeks.

Pip holds you, chases the tears. “I’ve got you my sweet. Deep breathes for me” she says, eyes on alert. You had a history of holding your breathe when the pain got to high. Leanne is close behind, monitoring your oxygen level.

The moment they heard their baby’s first cry, Pippa’s eyes filled with tears. She kissed your forehead and muttered, “You’re incredible, love.” And she meant it. She watched as the tiny, wrinkled baby was placed onto your chest. A mess of pink skin and strong lungs that shook the walls. Leanne had smiled, “just like Pippa when she was born. Lungs made of iron”. “She’s perfect,” Pippa murmured, her voice full of awe. She hovered over the baby, checking her fingers and toes, making sure everything was in place. When a nurse approached, Pippa narrowed her eyes. “Be gentle,” she warned, as if the nurse were handling precious evidence.

“What’s her name?” Leanne had asked.

“Grace Fitz Amobi” Pippa had answered.

Pippa insisted on skin-to-skin contact, her shirt unbuttoned as she cradled their daughter against her chest. Grace’s tiny head nestled into the curve of Pippa’s neck. You watched as Pippa kisses her tiny forehead. You’re going to be brilliant,” Pippa promised. “Just like your mum.”

Josh and Victor were allowed in a few minutes after. Josh with his almost teenage voice had begged to hold her. Pippa had smiled, handing the small bundle into her brothers arms, “hold her gently now Josh” she corrected him. Josh was a natural, hoisting the baby against his chest and smiling widely. “I think I might love grace more than you Pippo hippo” he commented.

The car ride home was nerve-wracking. Pippa drove cautiously, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror, where their daughter slept in her car seat. “We’re responsible for a human life now,” Pippa said, her voice filled with wonder. You laced your fingers with hers. “I’m sure our parents felt the same” you reassure.

Pippa took the night shift, sitting in the dimly lit nursery with their daughter cradled in her arms. She’d read her research papers aloud, hoping Grace would absorb some knowledge. You would tiptoe in, watching Pippa’s face soften as she gazed at their daughter. “She’s got your eyes,” Pippa whispered. “And my curiosity.”

As days turned into weeks, Pippa marveled at their daughter’s development. She’d watch her kick her legs, fascinated by the tiny muscles in action. “Look at her,” Pippa would say, her voice hushed. “When she’s mobile it’s going to be a nightmare”.

Pippa, in her meticulous nature, once put the nappy on backwards. You had discovered it during a change and burst into laughter. “Well,” Pippa deadpanned her cheeks crimson , “I was just testing your observational skills.”

You had prepared mashed bananas for the Grace’s first taste of solid food. Pippa, ever the researcher, decided to taste it herself. Her expression? Utter disgust. “I can’t believe she eats that”.

Pippa introduced Grace to classic literature—board books with titles like “Sherlock Holmes and the Missing Rattle.” You had caught Pippa whispering, “Elementary, my dear Watson. The rattle thief strikes again.”

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 2 months

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The Case of The Heart's Whisper 18+

Pairing: Pippa Fitz Amobi x Fem Reader

Summary: You didn't realize having a relationship with Andie Bell would lead you to become Pippa Fitz Amobi's main resource in Andie Bell's complex life. You also didn't expect to fall for the detective, especially since you're still hanging on the girl who broke your heart.

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Authors Note: I wrote this piece quite a while ago after reading halfway through the first book, for that matter this story includes many inconsistencies and does not follow booklore in terms of storyline or even timelines. What if reader helps pip with the case and ends up falling in love with Pip? but a bit Andie-coded because I just love her. This was just meant as a fun writer's challenge and is meant to be entertaining. Please also keep in mind this was written before I finished the first book.

Warnings: Past Andie x fem reader, angst, fluff, possessive pip if you squint. Mentions of child abuse, toxic parenting, Andie bell haunting everyone from the grave. Dark pip having the ability to bring me to my knees. This story is not suppose to make sense. That’s about it. Steamy but actual smut is not written. Not proof read. Reader is on her last year in school. Being held back a year for therapy. Cussing.

"What was your relationship with Andie Bell?". You gulped, feeling tears start to brim at just the name. Her name. Images of soft blue eyes and Andie's infamous smirk replayed in your mind like a broken record. Bringing back memories you had flushed away, locked away tight.

Under the watchful glare of Pippa Fitz Amobi, you felt your tongue dry against the roof of your mouth. Her words replaying in your mind, 'what was your relationship with Andie Bell?'

It wasn't that easy. You wish you could have gotten up from your seat in the canteen, where pip laid out her voice recorder, her strong willful blue eyes seeming to crawl over your skin, but not in a predatory manner, you couldn't help but notice the way she was staring at you. It made your stomach flip, your eyes burn, it felt all too familiar, the way her eyes were focused on you. With such intensity.

Just like her.

It had been forever since someone had eyed you like that. Five whole years to be exact.

A deep guttural sound boomed you away from your thoughts and your eyes moved to the boy who sat across from you, Ravi singh. His eyes were on you as well, except you couldn't help but feel like he was judging you. Sitting down with his arms crossed and his dark eyes looking into your soul, how were you suppose to tell him that Andie had been interested in you. That she had personally took you aside after you had stumbled upon Sal and Andie in the canteen, Andie with her usual puppy dog eyes directed at Sal. It had hurt, like a sucker punch to the gut.

All the things Andie had said to you during your studying lesson. It all had been lies. Of course you did nothing, only turned back on your heel, book bag in hand. You heard rushed footsteps next and then Andie was behind you. Her force strong and impatient, "y/n wait!! I didn't mean for you to see that". You had halted, burning red eyes and betrayal filling your veins. You turned on the girl, yanking your hand from under her touch.

"My friends were right about you Andie bell. You're nothing but a cruel mean person who will use anyone for your gain! I should have known the minute you came to talk to me that you had no intention of being my friend! Or whatever the hell you were playing at. Do yourself a favor, get another French tutor. I'm done."

Cue to the next day, when you were making your usual walk to Kilton grammar l, beanie in hand as the chilly English weather had been harsh at that day, numbing your fingers to the bone. Your father never was one for making sure you were comfortable and safe, his job stopped the day you were born. Despite your rough upbringing you were usually rather optimistic, everyone always said you were a female version of Sal signh. Not exactly what you wanted to hear, but maybe that was why Andie gravitated torward you. You shook your head, Andie Bell was out of your life. And like life, you watched as a silver SUV parked along side you, Andie bell in the front seat, brows furrowed.

"Get in the car you'll freeze to death" she spoke. You only continued walking, defiant. "I prefer the cold air, it makes my immune system stronger".

You didn't expect Andie to park the car, getting out with a grumble and practically tackling you. If you closed your eyes just enough you could still feel Andie's soft fingers ghosting over your cheeks bones, hot breathe against your ear. "I apologize for what I did. It's just...Sal is my best friend. And perhaps I should have broke it off with him, but it's hard. And then you came into the canteen and I panicked, I'm not use to panicking. I-" Andie's blue eyes had remained still, blush on her cheeks. "I like you y/n. Like a lot. It wasn't suppose to happen at first I really did need help with my French, but then I started noticing things about you. Like how you're always so sweet to others, how you mumble when you're nervous. Or how no matter how much your dad makes you unhappy, you always seem to be shining. Why is that? Is there some sort of secret?".

You remember feeling like you were in the twilight zone. Andie bell was a popular girl, a popular girl with a cruel heart, one who enjoyed hurting others. And yet here she was, helping you up and dusting your trousers. Her eyes warm and soft. Why she liked you, you didn't know. But you wanted to know why.

Needless to say how were you suppose to sit and say that Andie bell had liked you, not to Ravi Singh , that would just make him hate you more. And perhaps you felt guilty. Because his brother had died for Andie bell. And she had been playing games with you.

A soft brush of fingers against your hand made you turn back to the girl, in an act of utter coincidence or an act of kindness, you weren't sure which she spoke, this time to Ravi.

"Ravi would you mind leaving us two girls together? I believe y/n would feel more comfortable giving me her account without others listening in".

At this you watched as Ravi immediately stood up, eying you with strange eyes, before walking out of the canteen, the door's hinges making an utter awful squeaking noise that reminded you of the deer your father use to shoot.

"Andie wasn't like the others". You didn't recognize your voice as you spoke. It was brittle, far away sounding, pain infused. You watched as Pippa remained speechless, eying you with her soft grey eyes.

"The others?" Her brows furrowed, "other students you mean?".

You nodded, a tear flying past your cheeks and onto your bottom lip, tasting the familiar salt on your tongue. You watched as pip followed the motion, eyes drifting down your lips.

"At first when she came round to me, I thought it was some cruel joke she was trying to play. I had heard about what she'd done to Nat De Silva. People talked. But....when she came round to my desk after French class and asked if I could tutor her I was lost for words". Pippa watched as a smirk filled your lips.

"Andie bell was kind to me. I don't know why....perhaps she saw something in me others didn't bother to see. And-and perhaps if we had gotten to be around each other more we could have been something. But she's gone now. And no one can bring her back".

"I will"

The words made your eyes find pip's. And you watched as the girl without thought reached over the table, taking your trembling fingers into her own, holding them against her own flushed fingers. Almost like she knew.

"I can't promise you Andie....I cannot simply wave my fingers and make her appear. Although I wish I could....but I can offer you peace. Justice. I can offer you a finalized solid answer to what truly happened to her. I've heard what others said about you and her. You were special to her too y/n".

At that all composure left you. Your body began to tremble and you let the soft sobs rock your body, the all to consuming feeling of grief taking over.

In an instance pip was beside you, bringing you to her chest and holding tightly. So tight you could feel the girls heartbeat, which was rapid and going a mile a minute. Battering against her rib cage.

You clung to her, after all these fives years you had wanted someone to hold you like this, to brush the tears away and say that it gets better. That time can heal wounds, but of course stuck with your father who had no notion of feelings or emotions that was not what you had learned to expect. Instead you tucked it away.

But pippa was kind. She had a sense of ease that seemed to calm your racing heart. And lull you into a sense of comfort. And perhaps, if you were being honest, she had that same energy to her. It was like having a piece of Andie with you, however small it was. Because as much as Pippa reminded you of Andie, she was almost completely 100% different. Where Andie was rough around the edges, pipa was solid, keen on the way she thought, logical. Where Andie was sporadic and lacking sympathy, pip made up for it with her soft eyes and just heart.

In the weeks that followed you found your eyes finding Pip's when you would greet her in the hall of Kilton grammar, her eyes seeming to find yours in a crowd. She was always the first to greet you, smile that pipa smile. What you were not aware of was the fact that pip had been ogling you during lunch apparently.

"What's up with Pippa Fitz Amobi always staring at you?" You blanched. Eyes wide as you eyed your best friend Seth from across the lunch table, your fresh salad you had nicked from the canteen bar forgotten.

"What do you mean? I helped her out with her end of term project a few weeks ago. She's probably just grateful or something. Not many people gave her grace over the topic" you growled out.

Seth, who was not very bright in social cues only began talking yet again. "No I mean, she's always staring at you now. She was in geography and just now when you sat down. I think she fancies you".

You had to chuckle at that, your laughter filling the lunchroom, your cheeks flushed and eyes wide, you immediately shoved Seth, "that is the most stupid comment I have ever heard!! Pippa fitz Amobi having a crush on me! Me Seth! I'm nobody. Seriously what a notion. She's probably got a few more questions to ask me."

"Well I better prepare because she's coming this way".

Your smile vanished, your eyes wide. "What!"

And like clockwork pipa was in front of your table, blue eyes scanning you. "Sorry to interrupt your lunch hour y/n, but would you mind if I asked you to have dinner with my family and I after school? I know it's sudden. I was going to ask Ravi, but I figured I hadn't properly thanked you for answering my questions"

Seth smiled from the brim of his thermos, making your nerves ramp up even more, but you stayed calm, moving your eyes to Pippa's. A small smile formed on your lips as you took in her face, all furrowed lines and nervous fingers behind her back. You half expected her to serenade you with random facts, a sign she was nervous.

"I really would love to pipa" you began, and you watched as Pippa's smile began to grow, her blue eyes alight with something you couldn't understand yet.

"That's wonderful!! My mum is making shepards pie, are you alright with that? I wouldn't want to make something that doesn't sit well with your stomach". Pippa’s nervous rambling was cute to an extent, and you only chuckled.

"I haven't had a decent shepards pie in quite while, my father isn't a real good cook." You explained, and pipa nodded, before reaching out and taking your hand in hers, your reflex was to pull your hand away, but Pippa's touch was firm, almost gentle as she softly moved your sweater from your Palms, "it's alright, I'll be gentle, no need for a scare" she spoke, directly to you, blue eyes soft as she produced a pen from her Kilton uniform, writing her home address on the back of your palm, the nib of the pen feeling cold against your warm skin.

Seth only remained the smiling idiot he was, wagging his furrowed brows as if to say, 'is that evidence enough?' You only sent him daggers.

Turning back to pip who was on the last letter of her street name, you eyed the canteen, finding little to no teens were sat paid attention to you two. You made a small noise with your throat, watching as pip's eyes flew to yours, a sea of light blue, whispering softly you spoke.

"How's your EPQ going? Have you made any progress? About Andie?" Maybe it was the way her name fell of your lips, or how desperate for answers you were. Pippa's eyes widened, and she spoke fast, "I can't speak of it here. That's partly why I invited you round to my house. I have some more questions. But these need to be answered privately."

Privately?

Pippa must have sensed your apprehension, because she was soon smiling, "nothing to be scared about y/n. If anything your answers have changed my mind about Andie. To an extent. And it will just be us tonight, Ravi is working. I noticed how you clammed up with him last time".

"I didn't clam up, it's just odd having Sal singh's brother eying me like I have some secret I'm hiding from him." You shot back, your confidence seeming to find its way out. You couldn't help but feel that raw feeling weld up in your chest, your teeth gritted out. You felt a flush take over your face as you apologized, your words escaping you. Gosh, here pip was going out of her way to invite you to a dinner, a family dinner that is, where you were probably intruding on, and you had snapped at her.

Pippa only eyed you, eyes flashing over your flared nostrils and wide set eyes,you watched as her eyes remained transfixed to your features, her blue grey eyes darkening just enough as she eyed your flushed cheeks. You would have found that odd, if it were not for your rambling, rapid apologies falling of your lips. Pip only halted your words, leaning in so close you could smell her perfume, strawberry and raspberry. Your heart raced out of its chest at the way Pip moved to lean over you, her eyes taking in your eyes and your flushed racing chest, the smile that reached her lips was so saccharine that it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Pip spoke softly against your ear, like it was some sort of secret to be hid from others. Her words were soft, velvety against her tongue, "I like when you use your voice" she spoke, "it's cute. You look almost like a little puppy, puffing out its chest and barring its teeth. Such a sweet little creature"

From the way Pip smiled victoriously over the way your eyes followed her, almost trance like, you could practically feel Seth's eyes burning holes into you, probably resisting the urge to yell "she's obviously flirting with you!". Once your brain was cognizant enough to realize that pip had said you reminded her of a dog, a puppy at that. A puppy, the lowest of the forms of dogs. Why didn't she just say you were akin to a baby playing in the sand box? It would have irked you, if we're not for the way that pip stayed eyeing you, a shine in her grey eyes, almost like she was getting some sort of high from teasing you. It made your cheeks flush and your eyes move down to her lips, which were plastered in that smile, the one that twisted your insides in the best way.

You felt your confidence come back to you in tiny spurts, your eyebrows raising, tongue coming to peek out over eager lips, "Who knows Amobi?" You spoke, twisting your lips into a even sweeter smile, your voice taking on a different tone, "I may be a wolf in sheep's clothing, easy on the eyes, soft, sweet, so sweet that you would be blinded by what I could do".

At that you watched as pip's eyes glazed over, her usual pale complexion pink in color. "Is that so?" She began. "Well I'll just have to see about that. Half past six tonight, don't be late" she spoke, winking at you and walking off. As she walked off, You felt a sudden pang in your chest at your realization. You liked Pippa Fitz Amobi. You had ever since she had held you that day a few weeks ago. But you never acknowledged it, it felt to odd. Too shameful. You hadn't had a crush on anyone since Andie, you had stuck to your small group of friends and avoided going out, mostly you stayed in your room, far away from prying eyes and your father, who was too into himself to notice your tear stained cheeks on days you would allow your mind to drift back to Andie.

It almost felt like you betraying her, being here flirting with pip, almost like you had forgotten her for a split moment. Like your pain and anguish had been wiped clean and put back together by the girl in front of you.

Pippa watched you as she sat back with Cara, the way your eyes were downcast, and she felt a pang in her heart, you were still grieving, that part was evident. But if she could just get to know you, the real you she was sure she would be able to help ease the burden. After all Andie and you had been close, close enough that even witnesses and Andie's own friends had stated that Andie had been drawn to you. Like a moth to a flame.

At first pip had found that odd, a girl of Andie's caliber being drawn to you, but as she observed you throughout the weeks she found out two things. first, you we're different than all the other students that roamed these halls of Kilton grammar. You were kind to a fault, the sort of kind that made people smile, and their days brighter. You were a ray of sunshine on a cold dreary day. No wonder Andie had been drawn to you, after all she had been through with her dad, her family life, you had been a breathe of fresh air. A oasis away from the troubles of life. But you were also a mystery, one she couldn't wait to sink her teeth into, to know every little secret you ever had.

"Shall I send off the wedding invitations?" Cara spoke, making pip roll her eyes but steal some of the girls custard, which remained untouched on the girls plate.

"It seems Pip's EPQ is not the only thing she wants to study" seth spoke, and you only rubbed your cheeks in your hands, "oh god! She probably thinks I'm a nutter Seth” you gritted out.

Seth laughed, "after that performance?? Are you kidding me!! If I was a girl I would have fallen for you! I mean, you basically challenged her back. Pip seems like she needs that."

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Kilton weather was often dreary, which was why you were partly glad that you had managed to bring your jumper, the air was cold and seemed to nip at your bones. You had snuck away while your father had gone down for bed, his tell tale signs of liquor cans littering the floor and the loud snores indicating he was out for the night.

Not that he minded if you went out, he usually didn't have any notions of where you were, it was a miracle you weren't one of those teenagers who abused that power. You knew many teens who would go wild with the freedom your father gave you. But with freedom came many things, the mood swings, the often vile words that would fall of your fathers lips when he drank too much. You knew he loved you, it was apparent he did, but he never had the courage to say it, never once. You chalked it up the fact that he had never had that himself, your grandparents were the typical Victorian English parents, their idea of affection was a Pat on the back and a job well done.

Drastically different than your mother. Even after years of her being gone you still felt the ache that her face brought. Etched into your memory like a painting that would never waver. Or fade. You hoped. Your mother had been your world, she had been there to pick you up and dust you of, but like everything in life she had withered and vanished. It was a car accident that took her. The icy roads of Kilton still haunted you. So you were on your own. Till Andie of course. Then you felt less alone, less inclined to be alone. Andie wasn't all smiles, she was a girl trapped in a toxic house, where her father would eye her looks, make her feel little than she was. You had understood that to a sense, and would sit and listen as she would talk endlessly about her father.

The Amobi's household was quiet, the house sitting on the edge of town, with a quiet garden in the front that you knew Pippa’s mother had loved to garden in. It didn't surprise you that right as you made it to the door, it opened. Pippa standing in the threshold, a dinner dress on and hair pinned slightly to the side, enough that you couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked.

Vastly different from her regular Kilton uniform, although the high knee socks did wonders for her appearance.

You couldn't help but notice how formal she looked, meanwhile you were less than formal.

A blush overcame your features, eying your now less than formal dinner attire. "I didn't realize it was fancy dress" you stated, "that dress looks beautiful on you pip. Even I couldn't make it as radiant as you".

Pippa had smiled, her cheeks crimson. "Oh this? I figured you would like to see me in something more than my Kilton uniform. Please, come in. You'll catch your death out here.".

Immediately you were bombared with checkered paws and a snout that began to lick at your face, all rough tongue and eager sniffs. you giggled, moving to draw your hand through the dogs soft fur. "This must be Barney. I've been told we share a couple attributes" you laughed, and the dog only began to bark at you playfully. The moment was ruined quick enough when pip gently moved Barney, "she's not here to see you Barney".

Pip's mother, Mrs Amobi had been almost overjoyed to see you. She had reached out and had hugged you so hard your bones had nearly popped off. She had knew your mother for years and had even stated you looked just like her. It was a comfort to know.

Mr Amobi had been just as nice, smiling and telling you how lovely you looked, you were thankful that a father had noticed. Josh was next, he had quickly said hello to you and asked if you were Pippa's new friend, to which you had eyed pipa and playfully remarked that was up to her.

Dinner was pleasant. You couldn't remember sitting down to a dinner like this, where the food was made with love and care, where jokes were passed around and by the end you were filled with laughter and a full stomach. You tried not to notice pippa's eyes which were on you for almost half the dinner. It would have seem of putting to anyone else, but you noticed the way Pip's eyes would watch you as your brought trifle to your mouth, grey eyes zeroed in on the ice cream that stuck to your lips. Or the way she would make a joke, eyes seeming to smile wide when you would laugh just a little harder. While you had gotten up to help Mrs Amobi with the dishes, feeling like a horrid house guest when she had just smiled and told you to sit your pretty self down. You had been hesitant to, but it was only then that pip crossed the room, moving to whisper something in your ear. Goosebumps arose on your forearms and you only watched as she took your hand in her own, fingers slotting against your own.

"Before you leave I was wondering if you wanted to take a look at my EPQ? It's just- I found some things you might be interested in".

You had agreed, feeling your stomach coil pleasanty as pip's fingers wrapped around your own, her grip soft yet firm, fingers caressing your skin. It made your head dizzy with want, the type that would fill your head and cause you to do stupid, stupid things. Luckily as soon as you passed into the threshold of Pips door your eyes caught sight of the board adorning the girls room. And as quickly as the soft syrupy feeling in your stomach had come it was gone. Vanished just of the sight of the crime board,

you were met with the board, Pippa's writing strewn about and evidence upon evidence filling the space. It shouldn't have made you so emotional, but you couldn't help but bring your hands to your lips. After five years pipa had managed to collect more than enough evidence, something the Kilton police hadn't the courage to do.

"You-you did all this?" You spoke, eyes turning to pipa in amazement.

She humbly nodded, "well Ravi helped me. But I did most of the work. I just felt as if I should show you" pip spoke, moving closer to you, enough that her pinky bumped over yours, the soft feeling of skin against your own making your cheeks flushed.

You eyed the board, taking in the utter dedication that had gone into it, but it was what was written on the board that made your heart stop. Not from surprise, or even grief. But anger. Anger that had grown in your chest for years now.

'Andie's secret older guy?' Written in Pipa's messy yet beautiful handwriting stared back at you. You could feel the way your heart had stilled, the world was quiet. Nothing but the board and pipa by your side.

You knew Andie well enough to know that you were just a pawn in her game. Even if she had told you she was fond of you, made you feel special, made you feel like you were important, said she saw you differently than others, she still had used you. You were never as important as she said you were. Because it was evident from the board that she hadn't been as enthralled with you as it seemed. She had been secretly out with some older man.

You chucked sardonically, eyes moving to pip's ceiling. "Andie always did love her secrets didn't she?" You whispered. "I know it's silly, but Andie was all I had left after my mum died. She made me feel like I was the most important girl, she would coo at me and tell me that she thought I was beautiful. And then she'd tell me to tell her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And I would, without hesitation. But now I'm seeing parts of her I didn't recognize, or perhaps pieces that were always there but thanks to my naivety I just brushed off. I'm- I'm angry. Obviously, that she lied to me, it hurts. The type of hurt that makes your eyes burn and your body numb. But I also know that she's still out there, and even if she hurt me I'm not giving up". The conviction in your voice was enough to cause pip's heart to stop, hoping that someday you'd talk about her like that. With stars in your eyes.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. Because I know this is awfully sudden, but- would you like to be my partner on this case?" Pip spoke, tilting her head and eying you with such soft eyes.

It was different from the flirty Pip from the canteen. Here was just pip, with her soft kind eyes, peering at you with-understanding.

" isn't Ravi your partner? I would hate to intrude-"

"I want you with me" pip has stuttered, eyes wide when she had spoken, but then her eyes calmed and she spoke again, "I want you to help me with this case. You knew Andie better than anyone. And you could be important. Theirs no reason why this case can’t have three investigators”.

You let your eyes fall down to pip's wooden floor. For five years you've wanted the chance to find out what happened to Andie, not just for yourself but her parents, and Becca. The whole Bell family, because even if they had hurt Andie, she had also hurt them in turn. When you meant family, you had no notion of adding Jason bell to the mix.

"Alright" you spoke, lips upturning into a smile.

"I'll help you". The smile on Pip's lips was reward enough.

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The first thing you learned about Pip was that she was different from the other girls you'd met. And you had met many, being a tutor at Kilton grammar many had come to you. And they were all the same. The same way of speaking, even the same monotone spirit in their eyes.

But Pip was different. She was clever, well educated. Her brain worked faster than others. Perhaps a touch obsessive, but you would admit that you were also on the edge between obsessive.

"Andie had a burner phone" you spoke, watching as Pip's eyes burned with excitement, Ravi sitting on her chair in her room. It had been a particularly hard day, one that lead with no leads. Till you had spoken, hoping this fact would help. You had remembered seeing Andie silence the phone when you had been studying together, saying something about a Howie Bowers.

Pip's smile was wide and she immediately rushed to you, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, "y/n you clever thing! We need to find that burner phone. Where could it be?" She thought, back to her usual pacing the floor.

Ravi remained standing a few feet from you, eyes refusing to meet your eyes. Ever since pip had introduced you to the team, Ravi had been distant. You knew he liked pip. Could see it in his dark brooding eyes. To him she must have been a goddess, a girl who thought his brother wasn't guilty, who was going to prove it. Might as well propose.

But lately you had seen their dynamic change. Instead of pip always looking to Ravi, her eyes were on you. You were the one she went to, when her dog had disappeared, when she had cried and cried enough tears you had been the one to wipe them away, to calm her down.

And Ravi knew that. And he hated you for it. And you couldn't help but feel like you didn't quite belong.

You brought that up to Pip during one of your sleepovers, the ones that had become usual now. Usual enough that pip even had designated a drawer that belonged to you. Ravi would complain that it wasn't fair that you got to spend the night, but pip would just smile that smile and say something to make him smile. It usually left you with a bad taste in your mouth.

"Ravi isn't fond of me is he?" You had stated. Pip had looked up from her log entries, halting the recorder that was spewing out a very angry Nat De Silva interview.

Pip's eyes had widened, her lips upturned into a questionable smile. Brows filled with concern more like.

"Where on earth did that come from?".

You had rolled your eyes, moving to lay dramatically on her bed, "you act as if you don't see the way he looks at me. Don't get me wrong he's always been cordial. But-I've seen the way he looks at me. Like he hates me. And everything always had to be a competition for him. Like let's see who can win pip first."

At that Pip's smile was evident as she watched you ramble. Taking in your pink lips, your pale complexion, the way your sleep shirt was riding up enough to reveal your braw straps. Something akin to hunger laid in her eyes.

"And I'm not that type of person" you began, rubbing your tired cheeks, eyes taking in the ceiling.

"I don't like when people have to choose sides. Ravi's making this into some stupid competition, like if your friends with me then you can't be friends with him. and that is not who I am! It's stupid and childish! and honestly I am beginning to think I should drop out, let Ravi and you finish the case. Because I am not-"

"I choose you".

The words had halted on your tongue. Lips dry, you immediately sat up, hair a mess of curls and you eyed Pip, who sat up next to you, laptop long forgotten as she eyed you.

Waiting for your response. Her grey eyes holding so much apprehension in them.

You only eyed her with confused eyes, "I don't want you to have to choose-"

"I don't care. I still choose you over him."

Pip was close now, her form leaning over yours, enough that your heart had begun to race. "I can't help it" pip began, her face now so close to your neck, pip smiled when she caught sight of the way your cheeks flushed.

And without even a warning pip was closing the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss. You only allowed your eyes to close, enjoying the way pip was laid on top of you, the weight of her body making you warm and fuzzy.

Pip kissed like her life depended on it, every brush of her lips was deliberate, very stroke of her finger against your cheeks was soft. It left your head spinning and your lips chapped.

"You taste so good" she spoke, in between kisses, her breathe ragged and eyes wild.

Her hands laid possessively over your waist, fingers gripping your skin softly yet firmly. You don't think you've ever been this turned on before, save for your few moments with Andie.

But pip, with her lips that were unforgiving and her hands that were ticking your sides. You had never thought pip Amobi, the girl who use to ask for extra homework would be this experienced.

Pip's lips moved to your chin, your jaw, your neck. And all you could do was whine in protest.

Again you couldn't help but compare Pipa to Andie, no matter how much you tried not no, to convince yourself that they were different people, you couldn't help it. When Andie had been with you, and she had that look in her eye, that familiar glean, the way her fingers would caress your hands, then up your arm. Andie had always been a hurry. She would pull you against her in the girls toilet, shushing you and then kissing you senseless, to her it was some stupid power move. She would have you say how much you were obsessed with her, and then she would leave you even more turned on, moving to wipe lipstick of her lips in the schools dodgy mirror. She never went far enough with you, and you always wondered why.

She had always been eager, that was fact, but she had never done what pip was doing. Eying you with dark blue eyes, Mapping out every detail of your features, "it's not fair for you to look so utterly ravishing" she had uttered, looking somewhat conflicted as she eyed your lips.

Her delicate fingers moved to hover over your face, swiping delicately a piece of hair that had gotten in the way. The way pip had done it, so softly, had made your arousal burn even more.

Pip sighed, fingers moving to dip bellow your chin, gripping softly, yet enough that your breathe hitched as she lazily caressed the skin bellow your chin.

"What am I going to do with you sweet girl?" she purred, eyes dark. "I could take you here right now on my bed like I've imagined so many times, or I could take you on the floor, though I doubt it would be sanitary. Though I would fancy fucking you on my door. You'd look so cute trying to stay quiet" she drawled out, laughing when your cheeks reddened, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, feigning thinking.

Her smile had been confirmation enough that she had come to a conclusion. Her smile somehow looking like a toss between Pervy and downright Sinful.

"How about we start by removing this lovely top? Hmm?" She cooed, lips leaning in to kiss your lips firmly, leaving you breathless and your brain foggy. You only nodded into the kiss, and Pip very cleverly dodged your lips, wiping away the tiny bit of salvia that followed.

It shouldn't have been hot, you knew that. You knew if you were not being controlled by your horny mind you would have been sick, but from the way Pip had begun unbuttoning your night shirt, each button coming undone sending shivers through you. pip remained stoic, but you could see the control in her eyes shifting as the last button was taken of.

"I trust you pip...you can take it off" you whispered, your voice quiet and calm, yet you felt your body buzzing with anticipation.

It was then that your eyes opened, taking in the dark room, chest heaving as you eyes the girl next to you, watching as her chest rose and fell beside you sound asleep. Had all of that been a dream? Your cheeks flushed, the pit in her stomach opening up as you realized.

You were in love with Pipa fitz Amobi, and you couldn’t deny it any longer. You had to confess, for your sanity.

#agggtm #andie bell #andie bell x fem reader #emma myers x reader #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #dark pip is appreciated #pipa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi x fem reader

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 17 days

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I need some horny pip thoughts today please Kilton!! (Is it alright if I nickname you that?🤭)

First of I absolutely love that nickname!! So feel free to use it! And secondly here is some horny pip from my new upcoming fic.

‘You saw the opportunity and launched. You were far to aroused to care. You launched your assault on her neck, lips dancing over her skin, your eyes closed as you felt her pulse beneath your lips. Your lips cautious, testing the waters. It was only when you began Rolling the skin beneath and soothing the ache with your tongue that you could hear Pip suck in a breathe, possibly from the rough way your teeth glided over her skin. Pippa didn’t at all seem surprised, but you could feel skin beneath your lips, could feel the warmth radiating from her. could see she was feeling the warmth just the same. Could see the way she fought to control her seemingly calm demeanor. Her eyes fluttering as she gave in to your assault, but it never lasted long as her hands skimmed to hold you by the waist.

They were strong and seemed to command you to stop, you whine pitifully as pip pulled you off, eyes dark as they scanned you. “ Behave yourself sweet girl" she chided, then quietly, "aren't you my good girl?" Then a calm saccharine voice that filled your head with cotton, you knew that voice. It was the same familiar cadence that would whisper into your ear in bed. The same voice that would often cause you to lose your mind. In the most wonderful ways.

"Good girls have patience, and I know your so good at having patience aren't you my love?" Pip began, her lips delving into that soft smirk that made your skin prinkle. You nodded, all lust filled eyes. Your heart racing itching to feel pip all around you.

Consuming you. Leave you shaking and crying for more. She had done it before. And you wanted her to do it now. God did you want too. Pippa smiled at that, like her mind knew just what you wanted. ‘

I know its not nearly horny enough but I promise you it is….👀🫶

#agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #emma myers #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #pippa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi x fem reader #emma myers x reader #dark pip might make an appearance

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 25 days

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Working on my jealous Pippa fic….it’s at a calamity…and I am telling you guys it is the smuttiest piece I have ever written. Pippa both scares and delights me. (Don’t worry she’s a soft girl) just maybe a little scary? I channeled some as good as dead vibes….

#agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #emma myers #emma myers x reader #pippa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi x fem reader #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #not sure when it will drop but hopefully soon #it’s looking to be very long

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 1 month

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Some Pippa thoughts for today. Enjoy my ramble🫡 University Pippa Bellow

“Quantum Entanglements: Pippa’s Theorem of Love”

Pippa Fitz-Amobi, the girl who usually has her thoughts all organized and neatly cataloged in her brain? Yeah, well, she’s currently experiencing a major system malfunction. And by that, I mean her heart is doing this weird jittery dance, and her words are tripping over each other like clumsy puppies. ‘Okay, deep breaths, Pippa. You’ve faced serial killers, cryptic clues, and academic deadlines. Surely, confessing feelings for a girl can’t be that hard, right? ‘Wrong. So wrong.

One night, while dissecting a particularly baffling case, Pippa glances at you and realizes how captivating your eyes are. It’s not just the mystery that keeps her intrigued—it’s the girl sitting across from her. You frequent the same cozy coffee shop near campus. Pippa orders her usual black coffee, and you prefer a chai latte. One day, as you share a table, Pippa notices the way your fingers delicately hold the cup. The warmth of the drink contrasts with the chill in the air, and Pippa’s heart skips a beat. She wonders if it’s the girl or the caffeine causing her fluttery feelings.

During a lecture, Pippa catches your eye from across the room. The professor drones on about forensic evidence, but all Pippa can focus on is the curve of the your lips as you smile at something Jane from political science says. She wonders if you notice her too. Maybe it’s the way the your hair falls over your shoulder or the softness of your laughter. Pippa’s heart races, and she realizes that it’s not just academic interest anymore. And suddenly, it hits her like a rogue wave: She likes girls. A lot.

Her brain goes haywire. She imagines herself blurting it out mid-sentence to Cara: “Did you know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell? Also, I think I might be gay.”

Pippa tries to strike up a conversation. “Hey, um, have you read the latest research on cold cases? Fascinating stuff, really. Also, your hair looks—uh, I mean, the research. Yes, the research!” You raise an eyebrow. Pippa’s inner monologue: Abort mission! Abort!

Pippa lies awake at night, analyzing every interaction. Did you smile more when she talked about unsolved mysteries? Was that a flirty laugh or just a regular laugh? Is she reading too much into this? (Spoiler: Yes, she is.)

She Googles “How to know if you’re gay” and ends up in a Wikipedia rabbit hole about sexual orientation theories. It’s like her brain is on shuffle mode.

Pippa stands in front of her closet, agonizing over what to wear. She’s dissected crime scenes in blood-spattered jeans, but this? This is a whole new level of anxiety. She settles on a slightly wrinkled blouse and wonders if it screams “I’m into girls” or just “I overslept.” Pippa creates a spreadsheet. Column A: Your quirks. Column B: Her heart rate when you smile. Column C: Probability of mutual attraction. She calculates the correlation coefficient and concludes that her feelings are statistically significant.

Pippa observes you from a distance. She notices how your eyes crinkle when you laugh, how your fingers tap rhythmically against the table during intense discussions.

She scribbles notes in her detective journal: “Subject exhibits signs of extreme adorableness. Further investigation warranted.”

Pippa rehearses confessions in her head. “Y/n, I’ve deduced that my feelings for you are not unlike a rare unsolved case. Compelling, mysterious, and keeping me up at night.” But when she opens her mouth, all that comes out is, “So, um, do you like Coffee?”

Pippa dissects every text from you. “She used an exclamation mark! Does that mean she’s excited? Or just grammatically enthusiastic?”She consults her best friend, Ravi, who suggests, “Maybe she just likes punctuation.”

Pippa’s mum catches her staring dreamily at you during dinner. She leans in and whispers, “Sweetie, if she’s your Watson, don’t let her be your Moriarty.” Pippa chokes on her peas. Her mum winks and adds, “And wear something nice tomorrow.”

It takes courage and enough chats with Cara, but pip eventually asks you out to to a true crime museum. She’d stumbled over her words, but you had accepted, because she looked so cute with her cheeks red. You both examine bloodstain patterns and discuss alibis.

You lean in and whisper “I think I’ve cracked the case. It’s called love.”

Pippa’s heart rate spikes. She’s pretty sure she’s solved the greatest mystery of all. Now all thanks to you Cara grumbles as she is forced to watch pip flirt with you during chemistry. It goes a bit like this

Pippa leans against a lab bench. “Did you know that neurotransmitters play a crucial role in attraction?You raise an eyebrow. “Really?” Pippa deadpans, “Yes. Dopamine, norepinephrine, and a dash of witty banter. It’s called the Chemistry of Crushing.”

You can hear Cara behind you, “what the hell?” She whispers.

#agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #pippa fitz amobi #Pippa fitz Amobi x fem reader #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #emma myers x reader #university Pippa #Headcannons

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 1 month

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Now I want to write about Pippa at a calamity party…but I have other works I’m working on….😭😭

#agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #emma myers #emma myers x reader #pipa fitz amobi #pip looks adorable #pippa fitz amobi x fem reader

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 2 months

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Masterlist

started: 2/26/2024 (works will appear when completed) Bio: Writer for more than Seven years now, 19. Updates will vary depending on when I have time as I am in Uni full time. Requests are welcome! I will try to fill them when I can. All characters are aged up for 18+ content🫶

This is Mainly a sapphic blog dedicated to a few of my favorite characters, while I will write for a few male characters please don’t take offense if I write more for the ladies of AGGGTM. I will take some prompts for Ravi and Sal, but I will not be writing in copious amounts. That might change drastically when the show comes out. I adore Ravi and he is a favorite character of mine, so please send in ideas.I can’t promise they will be written but send them in nonetheless. 🫶

Little Kilton's Guidelines and Rules

AGGGTM

Pippa Fitz Amobi

Lines drawn in the sand, (obsessive pip) (Request)

The Case of The Heart's Whisper 18+

The Quiet Affections of Pippa Fitz Amobi (Headcannon)

Quantum Entanglements: Pippa’s Theorem of Love” (University Pippa Headcannons)

Whispers of Tiny feet (baby fitz Amobi head cannons)

Guardian instinct (Whispers of Tiny feet AU)

You crash into me Hard and Soft 18+ (Coming soon) 👀 on hold

Andie Bell-

Girl I’ve Always been pt 1 (childhood friends)

Ravi singh-

Dating Ravi Singh headcannons

Ravi as father

Sal singh and Andie-

Sal and Andie Headcannons

Cara Ward

Cara Ward- shattered reflections

The realization of Cara Ward (coming soon👀)

Family switch

cc Walker

Jealousy of mine 18+ MDI

Title pending (requested cc Walker x fem reader)

Jealousy of mine (II) draft being worked on

The soccer star and bookworm (cc Walker x fem reader headcannon)

Enid Sinclair

Working on it (Requests welcomed)

Annabel Price

A heartfelt dinner with THE Rachel Price

What was I made for? (Maybe you?) (coming soon)

#masterlist #agggtm #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #ravi singh x reader #andie bell x reader #cara ward x reader #cc walker x fem reader #pippa fitz amobi #alison dilaurentis #Alison DiLaurentis x fem reader #Alison DiLaurentis x reader #enid sinclair #Enid Sinclair x reader #the reappearance of rachel price #Bel price x reader #bel price

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 2 months

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Lines in the Sand

Paring: Pippa Fitz Amobi X fem reader

Summary: At first you had been concerned after this new behavior from pip, after nearly being drugged by Becca Bell she had become slightly neurotic, even going so far as not taking tea from anyone, expect you of course, and even then you’d watch as she’d eye the tea cup, her eyes flashing with memories of Becca bell. There was a new primal anger that seemed to reside in the young women, perhaps it had always been there and you had never noticed. But she was quick to snap at you, more irritated at the smallest noises. Which why now you found it hard to bring up the topic, you didn’t want a screaming match or a row, all you wanted was for your concerns to be heard. You knew that Pipa was counting down the hours to Jamie’s disappearance, knew she had a specific time limit she needed to reach, and heard her talk anxiously to Ravi on the phone that if she missed it she might as well pack up and leave it to the Kilton police. You didn’t want her to quit, that wasn’t what you were asking, at all. You just wanted her to take a minute, to breathe, to eat, to sleep. And perhaps, look at you in the process

Warnings: angst, fluff, comfort, pip being the cutest detective to ever live. Reader being childhood friends to lovers (let me know if I missed any)

Authors note: I must have spent hours on this alone, this is for my first anon ask, this is for you!! I hope you enjoy it and please don’t be shy to ask for any other suggestions or even headcannons. This was my first time writing Pipa, I tried to write her character as true as she is in the books, of course with some creative tweaks as this is fanfiction. Thank you the anon you requested this ask, I appreciate you more than you can know! 🫶

Word count: 3k+

You watched Pipa type furiously on her laptop, her eyes glued to the screen. She had been working on the Jamie Reynolds case for weeks now, trying to find evidence of just where the man toddled of too, while you admired her passion and dedication, you couldn’t help but miss her presence, her random bursts of her pipism’s that would leave you with a wide smile as you hid your face in the crook of her neck, her laugh causing vibrations against your throat. You missed the cuddle sessions after a particularly hard and rigorous revision, the schedule that pip would follow almost without fail. Come home, revise, homework, dinner, shower, and bed.

You were particularly fond of the bed part. The way after a shower Pip would pad out into your shared room, a t-shirt and sleep shorts, a major difference to her outfit of the day, which reflected her usual studious nature. you missed the way she would throw herself on the bed, her nose crinkling up as she crawled her way up to you, taking the book in your hands gently and discarding it roughly on your nightstand, her eyes all to eager on your features, particularly your pink lips that were just begging to be claimed by her. you missed the way her lips would softly tread against the pale skin of your neck, each brush of her lips against your skin comforting and calming your heart. Pip knew how much you relished your routines, had been ever since you met a seven year old pip in primary school, when she had proudly defended you against the other kids, who had found it odd that you had your pencil crayons color coded.

Which was why pip made sure to keep up her schedule, if that meant at precisely eight on the dot cuddling up to you and kissing you till her lips were chapped and you were aching for more than so be it. But of course your schedule’s hadn’t been the same for weeks, not since a frantic Connor had begged, begged for Pip to take on his brothers case. You had been hesitant, while you loved the passion pip held for these types of cases, you didn’t want another Andie Bell replay. The one where you had rushed to the hospital, watching as your girlfriend’s stomach had been pumped, her body far gone as she had been drugged by Becca bell. It still left you with night terrors, waking up to just find your girlfriend fast asleep beside you.

But of course you weren’t one to stifle her ambitions, and when pip had gave you a ring the following day asking with a confused and almost pleading voice if you thought she should take this case, you had only smiled, telling her that she knew what was best for her, that this decision was one she had to make herself. Did she want to do this all over again? Did she want to draw more attention to herself, far more than the prying eyes of little Kilton’s residence. That was all up to her. You were just the supportive girlfriend, ready on hand with loads of coffee and healthy kisses to administer when times were scarce.

You knew from being with pip for more than half of her life, and especially with the Andie Bell case how consuming and all out obsessive Pipa Fitz Amobi could get, you remember the way she had neglected school affairs, going so far as getting suspended the last year of school, all because of the case. For two weeks now you had yet to say anything, to make your worries known, one thing you hated was contention, although you were not so sure now as she was often the one bringing the contentious aspect to the table, mostly her burning fury at Max Hastings. You more than anyone understood her burning hatred for the boy, after everything he had done to Becca bell and countless other defenseless young women, it made your stomach churn just thinking about him and his “little blue bottle that he carries around like a life force”.

At first you had been concerned after this new behavior from pip, after nearly being drugged by Becca Bell she had become slightly neurotic, even going so far as not taking tea from anyone, expect you of course, and even then you’d watch as she’d eye the tea cup, her eyes flashing with memories of Becca bell. There was a new primal anger that seemed to reside in the young women, perhaps it had always been there and you had never noticed. But she was quick to snap at you, more irritated at the smallest noises.

After nearly two weeks of being ignored from your girlfriend, even pip going as far as asking if you wouldn’t mind staying at your mums for the night, two nights in a row, on account of her needing to “clear her mind and focus” you had enough. It was not in your nature to be contentious about anything, especially when it came to pip. You had been more than supportive, even going as far as inviting Ravi Singh into the group with open arms. Did it irk you that he and pip had solved the Andie Bell case together? Maybe. Did it irk you that they now had bonded over mutual connections and seemed to be getting closer and closer these days? Maybe just a tad.

But you knew pip loved you to pieces. “ Disgustingly devoted” as Cara would put it. Ever since that day in year 10, when you had very shyly asked pip if she would accompany you to the dance, it had took you ages to gain the courage, you had complained to Cara that pip and you were the best of mates, but that you had begun to feel quite different about her. Like suddenly her smile was wider to you, you’d find yourself making jest’s just to see her smile that pip smile. Or how her eyes shone, the grey flecks seeming even more cobalt in colour.

Plus you didn’t know if pip was even fond of girls. You had never talked about your sexuality before, but you were sure pip knew after she had found your eyes trailing the older girls in upper sixth form, blushing when one of them called you cute in the corridor of the canteen. Cara had laughed, shaking you by the shoulders and telling you to pull the bull by the horn. Needless to say that lead to a very horrendous and giggle endured day, when you had practiced asking out Cara, asking her for tips and how do ask Pipa.

“Why do you look like you’re about to be sick on the floor?” Cara had said, eyes moving about your form, she had laughed, moving to grab your shoulders, “and stand straighter. There we are! Perfect! Now go ahead”. “Eye contact! You’ve known pip for years! Why now do you suddenly find the wall more interesting than her!”

You still smiled fondly at that, to this day. Luckily for you pip had found your nervousness to be cute, and had immediately said yes upon your ask, taking your single red rose that you had given to her with trembling achy fingers. You can still see the blush that adored her cheeks.

Which why now you found it hard to bring up the topic, you didn’t want a screaming match or a row, all you wanted was for your concerns to be heard. You knew that Pipa was counting down the hours to Jamie’s disappearance, knew she had a specific time limit she needed to reach, and heard her talk anxiously to Ravi on the phone that if she missed it she might as well pack up and leave it to the Kilton police. You didn’t want her to quit, that wasn’t what you were asking, at all. You just wanted her to take a minute, to breathe, to eat, to sleep.

Pip hadn’t slept for days. The bags underneath her eyes were getting more apparent, and she would just shrug it off, stating that as soon was Jaime was found she would be able to rest.

You sighed, running your hands through your hair, trying to find a way to bring up your worries to your girlfriend. You settled for coming round and leaning over her looming figure on her laptop, watching as she very cleverly orchestrated a floor plan of the calamity party that Jamie had been sighted at. Time stamps laying about the floor plans, Pipa’s messing handwriting laying neatly on the screen.

You took solace for the fact that pip had seemed to finally let a breathe out as your fingers made contact with hers, looping together and holding fast. Your soft fingers tracing soft shapes over the skin of her knuckles. You laid a soft kiss on her forehead, hoping that would catch her attention, but when that failed you settled for her name.

“Pip?” You said softly, ghosting your lips over her hairline.

She didn’t bother looking up, to engrossed in the screen, you knew her well enough to know that she was or probably going over all possible plausible events of what Jamie could have been doing there. And while you were also eager to find out about Jamie, you were connors best friend too, you just wanted one second of her time.

Her response was delayed, but from her glassy blue eyes and her distracted voice that spit out, “yeah?” You could tell getting her attention would be hard.

“Do you have a jiffy to talk? Just for a moment?”.

You watch as her eyes move to you, and she sighs into the air, nodding as she moves to bite her finger nails.

“What is it love?? I asked Connor if he could send out texts to anyone that was at the calamity party. See if I can see who the person is standing by the fireplace. See love, right here is where Jamie was seen talking to somebody. But who is somebody?” She spoke, tapping the area of the fireplace with her fingers. Eyes gone again, lost in the world of Jamie.

The words were out before you could halt them, burning your tongue and scorching your lips.

“For goodness sake Pipa Fitz Amobi didn’t your mother ever teach you to listen when a person is talking to you!!” You let out, your nerves getting the best of you.

You watched as pip blinked, blue eyes turning to you and your loud but calm outburst. It took a second but once pip could see the irritation in your eyes did she realize that was serious. She sighed, letting out a breathe through her nose, her mouth clenched and her fingers tapping on the desk.

“You had something you wanted to bring to my attention did you?” she spoke, offering a hollow smile that made your insides hurt. You recognized that smile, it was the smile she would give Cara when she wanted to be somewhere else, or her mum and dad when they asked to many questions. And you suddenly felt your stomach sink as the glare was directed at you.

“Pip, I know your time right now is being devoted to finding Jamie, believe me I more than understand the importance of finding him love” you spoke, moving to cup her cheeks, brushing some hair out of her eyes, eying her deep cobalt eyes and how they eyed you with a confused stare, irritation rising.

“But when you get like this, to the point where all you’ve consumed is coffee, how many cups I will never even ask to count, when you can’t even sleep anymore, that’s when it becomes my responsibility to hold you back and ask is this really healthy for you?”.

Pip’s lips twitched, and it was only then that she sighed, her eyes moving to her phone where Ravi had just texted her, you could see her screen lighting up, ‘Hey sarge, check out this video, it fits exactly where Jamie was standing at 9:35’.

You watched as pip’s eyes glowed, could see the way her eyes lit up, a smile ghosting her lips. “Look baby, I really really appreciate your concern here, but I’m on the cusp of finding Jamie, Connor is counting on me and his mum, and I’m so close! So close! I can feel it” she spoke, conviction in her voice.

You only eyed her, “pip you need to sleep! You haven’t slept in two days! Or the weeks after that! Your sleep deprived, you’re emotionally exhausted, and I honestly don’t give a damn about Jamie when you’re looking like this!” You gestured to her, to her pale face and baggy eyes.

Pip turned her chair, fingers on the cusp of her nose, jaw tight. Irritation on her features. Just another thing that had come on after the Andie Bell case.

She sighed through her fingers. Breathing in and out before she spoke, eyes on her computer again.

“The fact that you don’t realize how important this case is to me says so much. You knew when I agreed to take on this case I was agreeing to make sacrifices! And I thought you of all people would know that!”

You can feel your own emotions come to the surface, your green eyed monster coming out.

“You haven’t even looked at me in days pip!! I sat down with you at the canteen yesterday and you didn’t even acknowledge me! I had to sit with Cara the whole lunch hour! When I brought you a tray, you didn’t eat anything. You’re not eating! You’re not sleeping! And frankly I am finding it hard to be around you and Ravi signh”.

at the mention of Ravi you watch as pip’s eyes crease, “what does Ravi have to do with any of this! Ravi is my best friend! We’ve gone over this! I thought we were over this pathetic little jealousy vendetta you harbor for him” she snidely commented.

You chucked, “I do when he starts calling you all these cute nicknames and acting like your boyfriend every time he’s near! I’m not stupid pip! I see how he eyes you, you proved his brother wasn’t guilty pip! You came in with your soft smile and completely captured his heart! And if you can’t see that or acknowledge that then I think something is majorly wrong with you”.

You watch as pip’s body remains rigid, the word wrong had seemed to shake her up even more. She turns on you, eyes cold and holding far more emotion that you have ever seen before, her words are gritted, spoken through harsh teeth.

“Something wrong with me now annit?” She speaks out, “don’t lie to me now y/n” she speaks, “I know that things have been different since the Andie bell case, believe I of all people know how difficult is had been. And I’ve tried really really hard to go back to normality. To bring myself back again, to be myself, but at this point I don’t see that happening. If you can’t understand that then-“ pip’s eyes search the floorboards, blue eyes dancing across the tiles, looking for an answer.

When she does settle on one you watch as her eyes meet yours, anger, confusion, so many emotions lay in those eyes.

Before she can even speak you sigh out, “maybe a break will help” you let out, “give us both time to reflect. My parents are going on a holiday next week to London. I think I’ll join them.”

At the mention of London and a week pip’s ears must turn on because she’s suddenly stepping closer to you, alertness filling her eyes, “ Is a break even necessary?” She sputters, “baby, I promise when this case is finished everything will go back to normal. Just please! Please hold on just for a few more days-“

You cut her off, hold her hand in yours.

“What then pip? You’ll go looking for a new case, and then where does that leave me? I love you Pipa, so much that it pains me to see you acting so recklessly, so out of character! You never use to act this way! Obsessive! To the point of absolution! I think at this point I need the time away. I need it! To reflect, to take a break from all this” you gesture to the crime board, files and files of police cases on pip’s bed.

“I’m not asking you to stop” you speak, watching your girlfriend’s eyes, how they are no longer fueled with anger. Instead they are downcast, tears forming at the base. “I’d never ask you to stop, never. Because I know how much these cases mean to you, but I will ask you to reevaluate the toll they take on you. To remember to take care of yourself. Because if you go on the way you do you will only hurt yourself”.

You watch as her phone dings again, Ravi again no doubt checking to see if pip has seen the video. But pip’s eyes remain on your frame. Watch as you take your rucksack in hand and head for the door.

“How long will you be gone? When will you be coming home?” She asks, and she almost looks like a child, begging, grasping at straws.

You suck in a breathe. Knowing that if you turn and see her eyes, you’ll crumble. Let go. But the little resolve in you whispers that it’s good to get away, good for Pipa, who doesn’t need distraction of a clingy girlfriend.

You sniff, “I don’t know actually. A week or two” you let out.

Pip’s shoulders sag, “I don’t want you gone that long. I’ll miss you so much, look I’m sorry for everything! Ravi is just my friend I didn’t mean to snap at you about him! It’s just- this case is making me extra neurotic, I’m stressed and I’m worried and I’m trying to keep a lid on it for Connor but-“ you watch her lip tremble, take in her expression.

“You can’t leave. You can’t. I need you. I need you with me so I don’t explode. Please” she’s begging at this point. Grasping your fingers with hers, latching on fast, fingers threaded through yours

“I’m not leaving forever Pipa” you gently speak. “I just think this time apart will do us good. We are both at different places right now. This will do you good, get your case done, I can be with my parents”. You squeeze her fingers in your own, bring it to your lips, open her palm the way you know she likes, pressing a soft kiss to the base of her palm, before you let go, feeling that pit in your stomach erupt with guilt.

You watch as pip remains motionless as you open her door, walking down the steps and out the front door. This is for the better you reason.

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It’s been three weeks in London. Three weeks with no calls or texts from pip. Your phone remains motionless, with the amount of time you check it you’re sure your parents are thinking you’ve gone mad.

It’s obvious to everyone what’s wrong with you. Your homesick. That’s your ailment. Homesick for the person who you’ve loved since primary school. There is nothing you want more than for Pipa to be here, holding fast to your hand and pointing at all the display signs that adorn central London. Listing all the facts from her mouth with rapid speed.

You think back to pip and hope she’s doing well. Whatever she’s doing now. You had texted her, leaving her quick ‘miss you. Wish you were here. How’s the case?x’ but she hadn’t answered.

You were laying in your hotel bed, eating an ice cream sundae that made your stomach hurt but seemed to make this trip bearable. Your parents had been commenting that you were not yourself. “Are you sure everything is alright with pip? She hasn’t been round to Sunday dinner, I made my Sunday roast for her!” Your mother commented.

“Oh pip would just love that notebook wouldn’t she love?” Your father had said during your walk in Harrods. You had stuffed down the Pipa sized hole in your heart, and filled it with ice cream instead. Strawberry laces. Cadbury’s. Jaffa cakes that you knew Pip could eat by the dozens.

Now as you began stuffing your gob, anything to make the pain go away, because you were sure any minute now you’d grab your coat and grab a train back to little Kilton, knock on the Amobi’s door and beg on your knees to be forgiven. Just one ring from pip and you’d do it. You’d apologize for being so naive, too focused on yourself, your selfish desires, you had used pip as an excuse. Maybe you had.

“Well isn’t this a sight for sore eyes. Your mum said you were a bit blue and offered to buy me a ticket.”

You knew that voice. It was the same voice that would sing to you softly when you were battling insomnia. The voice meant home.

At the girls voice you immediately turn, catching the sight of a very tired looking Pipa Amobi. Luggage in hand, eyes even darker than the last time you’d seen them. She’s exhausted, you can tell from the drooping eyes.

You wipe your mouth, feeling like the world should swallow you whole. It’s not like pip had never ever seen you like this, but your in your fuzzy nighties and your ice cream has now made an uncomfortable plopping sound as the chocolate swirl fell of your spoon into the bowl.

Your about to get up , to dust yourself of and ask for forgiveness, to throw yourself at her and kiss her all over her stupid face, your just about mapping out where you want to kiss her first when she speaks.

“I found Jamie. He’s home now. I wanted to call. But I- I couldn’t. Stanley Forbes is dead. I-I watched him die…Charlie green shot him. And I carried him out, the building was on fire and all I could think about was seeing you. I had to see you.” Pip is saying, her eyes tearing and her chest rocking with sobs.

Immediately you rush to her, hold her close. Apologizing over and over for your stupid behavior. But pip stops you. It’s fast, sudden. She throws you against the wall, lips seeking your own. Her hands find your waist, holding you possessively against her, it makes your head dizzy and fuzzy.

She kisses you with the strength of a madman, eager, wild, lips rough and enough to make you whine when her hot tongue delves into your mouth, teeth clacking. You grip her closer, getting lost in her.

“Please…never leave me” she speaks hushed breathes, her lips finding every available patch of skin.

But once she meets your eyes, lays her forehead against yours, “I’ve come to the conclusion that what you said was right. I was getting obsessive. And I know you said it out of love. And I thank you for that. For always looking out for me. For loving me enough.”

Here right now, with pip holding your cheeks eyeing you, with stars in her eyes, you know that you both can get through anything. Anything. So you simply bring her closer, “I guess I just need to learn to draw lines in the sand. All I know is I need you. With me. Say you’ll stay with me” pip repeats, and you only giggle, leaning your face to the crook of her neck, your favorite spot. You lay soft kisses on the patch of skin, watch as Pipa sighs into it, eyes closed, like she’s finally able to breathe after so long.

“I’ll stay” you whisper.

Authors note: Hope the ending didn’t feel rushed. I am a perfectionist at heart so this one hurt to leave here. As always, any pip thoughts are welcome.❤️

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