Valentines Day (Phillipa Soo x Reader)
Pippa Soo x Reader because I’m feeling like a very queer girl with a quill.
Warnings: literally, the fluffiness will suffocate you.
You sighed. Another day in London, another day without your girlfriend.
This internship was taking too long. You wanted to be home, New York, the greatest city in the world. Today, it would be Valentine’s Day. That was her favourite. The red and pink hearts, all the candies and sweets.
Getting dressed for your job quickly, settling for a pearly blazer and a midnight skirt, including black tights. Putting a bit of concealer and eyeliner on, you decided you looked presentable.
Stepping into the frigid English air, you decided that Thames would be the best place to write about your journey. Traveling over the river, you remembered something. Pippa had not called you.
Slightly perplexed, you checked your phone. No missed calls.
You left a voicemail.
“Hey, Pip? I miss you lovely, call me soon! Love you so much.” Sending it, you sat down at a small cafe near an airport.
You decided to call Lin.
“Hello! Uh, do you know why Pippa isn’t answering my calls?” You asked him.
“She flew into Tha-” Lin began to explain before you practically dropped your phone.
There, entering the shop, she was. Beautiful gleaming brunette hair, slightly curled at the edge from windswept travel. Eyes the colour of frosting flowers in the autumn. She was dressed in a light blue shirt a matching skirt.
She wasn’t aware you were there, as her gaze fixed on the unfamiliar surroundings.
“PIPPA!?!?” You shouted, many people’s heads snapping up from their laptops in the meantime.
“(Y/N)?!?!” She screamed, as you both ran into basically each other. She pressed her mouth to yours, smiling.
“I-I came to find you, I couldn’t take not being with you any longer!” She rambled.
“Talk less.” You sang, touching her nose with yours sweetly.
Taking her hand and leading her to a table, you looked up and some of the people had “awed” expressions on their face.
“Actually…I came for a very specific reason.” Pippa smiled broadly, her eyes brimming with happiness. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt before reaching into her pocket for something.
“Pippa, what do you mean..?” You questioned, unable to keep from smiling.
She sighed before stepping down to one knee, and revealed a velvet box, red, for Valentine’s Day.
You couldn’t speak, tears fell down your cheeks.
“(Y/N), you are the best, nicest, loveliest girl I’ve ever known. I love you so much. May I ask…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” She looked up at you.
A small yes what all you could choke out, as she slipped the small ring on your finger. It was a silver band, with a glittering diamond, surrounded by crystals which shone in all different colours.
That was when everyone, even the baristas in the shop, lost it. There was clapping, cheering, murmurs (and shouts) of congratulations.
She smiled a bit, and whispered in your ear.
“So, (Y/N) Soo or Phillipa (Y/L/N)?” You giggled.
“(Y/N) Soo.” You kissed her once again.
In that moment, time was limitless, as everyone had become part of something priceless.