It’s Pippa’s birthday!!!! the sexiest ppl are between 31 and 32, wbk. Happy Birthday!!!!
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It’s Pippa’s birthday!!!! the sexiest ppl are between 31 and 32, wbk. Happy Birthday!!!!
i love them
reblog if the set of the great comet has made u cry before because that has been me on multiple occasions
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I'll teach the lot and treat them just the same.
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Singing in the shower: *is almost better than Phillipa Soo. Almost. Auditioning: *voice crack, trips, falls on ground, lies there for a few minutes*
I Won’t Let Anything Happen to You
Pippa x Reader
A/N: This is gonna be a short one, but I hope you enjoy. No warnings on this one, just fluff.
You’ve always loved thunderstorms, you have ever since you were little and you would race into the living room and press you nose up against the window to watch the droplets of water race down the glass, accompanied by bright flashes of lightning. You can still remember your excitement, your breath fogging the glass, pure energy and joy coursing through your veins.
Pippa however, hates thunderstorms. She's been terrified of them since as long as you’ve known her. Because of that, your fleeting memories of watching the storm through the window were quickly replaced by ones of sitting in the middle of the living room, Pippa’s face pressed into whatever part of you she could reach, her arms wrapped around you frantically. Even if you love thunderstorms, you find that you don’t mind being pulled away from the window when it’s Pippa. There’s something so magic about her hiding your embrace, something that makes you feel big and strong and worthy because she trusts you to protect her from something so violent and unpredictable as Mother Nature. It also happens to be extremely cute how she cuddles up into you.
It’s August in New York now and you can feel the hot sticky air clinging to your skin during the days, heat that is only cooled of by thunderstorms at night. This storm has been building up all evening, and it’s past ten by the time the rain finally starts. Pippa shifts against you in her sleep as large droplets ping off your bedroom window, mumbling something about the bathroom before stumbling out of bed. You smile at her retreating back, adoring warmth filling you at Pippa’s cute, sleepy movements.
As Pippa is entering your bedroom again, lightning flashes and thunder almost immediately follows, spurring Phillipa across the room. She crawls in under the covers and curls into your front. Even though you’re both nineteen years old and you haven’t talked much about your future, you feel a tug in your chest at the thought of nights like this, far in the future, and you wonder if Pippa ever thinks the same thing. You feel Pippa rub her nose against the nape of your neck, her warm breath hitting you in small bursts, and you know. You know that she’s the one.
most of her face is covered but she’s still so beautiful???