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The way you said “I love you.“
Some fluffy, some angsty prompts
As a hello
With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
A scream
Over a cup of tea
Over a beer bottle
On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
As a thank you
As an apology
When baking chocolate chip cookies
Not said to me
With a shuddering gasp
When we lay together on the fresh spring grass
In a letter
A whisper in the ear
Loud, so everyone can hear
Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
When the broken grass litters the floor
From very far away
With no space left between us
As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
Over your shoulder
Muffled, from the other side of the door
Through a song
Without really meaning it
In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips
When I am dead
Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey
Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
In awe, the first time you realised it
In a way I can’t return
On a post-it note
Before we jump
As a goodbye
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stay alive
not because your mother will never stop crying
but because you can look up at the sky on a sunny day and see the clouds moving by and you’ll take a moment to wonder if it is because the earth is spinning or because the wind is blowing
stay alive so you can answer that question
stay alive so you can ask someone else that question, then wow them by knowing the answer
or be wowed that they already knew it as well
stay alive because you’re never too old to look up at the sky and see figures in the shapes of clouds
a cumulonimbus that looks like a dog will never fail to make you smile
stay alive
not because your father will blame himself for the loss of his baby
but because your favorite band might come out with a new song
or your favorite show might get renewed for a new season
or your favorite person might like your tweet on twitter
stay alive because the future is unclear and that may seem terrifying, not knowing what’s to come, but it’s worth taking that chance
gambling is never a safe bet but the house always wins and you, my dear, are the house
stay alive
not because your best friend will never forgive themselves for losing you
but because of the feeling you get when you do see your best friend
that calmness, that peace, that happiness – that feeling is genuine happiness and yes, you are capable of experiencing it
you’re allowed to experience it
you’re allowed to be happy
stay alive because you’re allowed to be happy and there are countless reasons to feel that joy radiate like sunbeams
like licking melted ice cream off of your hand as it drips from the cone
or the way the world slowly changes from green to orange in autumn
or seeing the first snowfall of winter
or that first sip of a hot beverage when you’re absolutely freezing
or wearing your favorite underwear
or finally seeing the Big Dipper at night
or the perfect amount of Parmesan cheese on top of your pasta
or your pet crawling into your lap
stay alive because at least one of those things make you happy and you should experience it one more time
stay alive
not because i’ll miss you
but because one day life will feel the way a brand new notebook feels - intimidating, but exciting and more importantly, a fresh start
stay alive because you deserve to be around for that fresh start
(cc, 2017)
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Angsty Prompts & Starters
Warning for sensitive content. Change pronouns as needed!
“What is wrong with you?”
“You left me alone.”
“You’re supposed to be dead, but I see you everywhere.”
“It wasn’t fair. It’s not fair!”
“Why did you have to go?”
“Why did I have to stay?”
“Wasn’t my love enough?”
“I should have said I loved you more often.”
“Please wake up.”
“You’re not coming back, are you?”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“I’m tired of fighting.”
“Can’t I just rest for a little while?”
“I don’t think I want to be here anymore.”
“He wasn’t there for me.”
“She didn’t suffer.”
“Translation: You forgot.”
“Enough of the excuses.”
“Please, please don’t leave me.”
“I’m scared of being alone.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Do you hurt?”
“Are you okay?”
“What was I supposed to do?”
“You promised.”
“At least you’ll be free this way.”
“I’m sorry that happened.”
“I don’t think it’s a ghost haunting you.”
“They talk about recovery, but I don’t understand how I’m supposed to do that when I feel like this.”
“I’m not hurt, I promise.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“It was my fault.”
“I could have done something.”
“I could have said something.”
“I wish you were here.”
“I think tired is now a stand in for depressed.”
“Please be okay.”
“It’s not that I didn’t love you, it’s that I loved you at the wrong time.”
“Maybe in another life.”
“We were heroes.”
“You were my hero.”
“What happened?”
“I/you failed.”
“I tried.”
“It wasn’t enough.”
“It was for me.”
“That’s probably just how it is.”
“What were they to you?”
“She fell in love with someone else.”
“I will thrive.”
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"I'm trying to create a spell that can pick cute outfits for me." Cecil and Pidge modern sibling antics? (Date night for each other's crushes mayhaps?)
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a/n: i forgot how much i love these disaster siblings… thank u alex for blessing me Again,,, i wish i had more to write for this but this is the best i could do,,,
Cecil had been sitting at Pigeon’s desk since they had started planning outfits. Pigeon had actually been going through his wardrobe to pick out an outfit while Cecil wrote away in a notebook.
“What are you writing, Ceec? We did all of our homework and there’s no way on Earth that you would even think about doing it before we both had a date?” Pigeon asked, throwing a sock at her in the process.
“I’ve been trying to make a spell that can pick out cute outfits for me. It’s not exactly working out as planned,” Cecil sighed, turning to Pigeon.
“We could always just like… call up Katherine–”
“Absolutely not! That’s the last thing I want to do right now, Pigeon. Let me call up my other crush and ask her advice on what I should wear on my date!”
Pigeon rolled his eyes. “Listen, I never said I was smart. If you’re that worried about it, I can do a reading for you and we can keep a few of our smaller crystals with us. But we’re gonna be fine either way. You know that Jackie’s an amazing guy and wouldn’t dare insult you and I know that Fey is extremely way out of my league but I’m going for it anyway!”
Cecil shook her head and got up, picking a shirt from the pile he had accumulated. “Wear this one, she loves this one.”
“How do you know that?” Pigeon asked, taking the shirt from her.
“I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you wear it. It’s like she’s looking at a god. And you, my dearest little brother, are so far from a god that you know she’s fallen hard for you.” She smiled, ruffling his hair.
He scoffed and playfully pushed her. “I am a gift from Apollo himself, how dare you! But Fey… Fey’s like Aphrodite crafted her personally and sent her down to bless us all…” Pigeon ran a hand through his hair as he looked at his feet, a blush on his cheeks.
Cecil laughed. “Alright, loverboy. Enough with the cutesy talk, we have outfits to pick out. Wear that shirt with a pair of nice jeans and you’re good to go. Now you gotta help me pick something out cuz I have absolutely no idea.”
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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP
Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.
Historical AU
Royal AU
Modern AU
Coffee Shop AU
Bar/Restaurant AU
Bookshop AU
Florist AU
Hospital AU
Dance AU
Airport/Travel AU
Neighbour AU
Roommate AU
Detective AU
Bodyguard AU
Criminal AU
Prison AU
War AU
Circus AU
Summer Camp AU
Teacher AU
Dystopian AU
Space AU
Performer AU
Soulmate AU
Fairy Tale AU
Massage Fic
Sick/Injured Fic
Proposal Fic
Wedding Fic
Holiday Fic
Birthday Fic
Pregnancy Fic
Baby Fic
Vacation Fic
Bathtub Fic
Text/Letter Fic
Coming Out Fic
Grief Fic
Survival/Wilderness Fic
Almost Kiss
First Kiss
The Big Damn Kiss
Dance of Romance
Flowers of Romance
Chocolate of Romance
Blind Date
Not a Date
Fake Dating
Fake Married
Arranged Marriage
Accidentally Married
Marriage of Convenience
Mutual Pining
Secret Relationship
Established Relationship
Awful First Meeting
Forgotten First Meeting
Accidental Eavesdropping
Interrupted Declaration of Love
Poorly Timed Confession
Love Confession
Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)
Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple
Star Crossed Lovers
It’s Not You, It’s Me
It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies
Character in Peril
Heroic Sacrifice
Flirting Under Fire
Locked in a Room
Twenty-Four Hours to Live
Stranded on A Desert Island
Stranded Due to Inclement Weather
Huddling for Warmth
Bed Sharing
Did They or Didn’t They?
In Vino Veritas
Above the Influence
Anger Born of Worry
Green-Eyed Epiphany
The Missus and the Ex
Second Love
Intimate Artistry
Married to the Job
Innocent Physical Contact
I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
Aroused By Her Voice
Erotic Dreams
First Time
Unexpected Virgin
PWP
Kink
Makeovers
Hair Brushing/Braiding
Sleep Intimacy
Scars
Time Travel
Curses
Magical Accidents
Accidentally Saving the Day
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“I just want to fall in love.” w/ Santa Fe and Pidge and mayhaps mutual pining
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The penthouse was the best place to be during summer nights. A cool breeze that cut through the warm, humid air, sending a chill up your spine as it passed. Watching people walk home from a long day’s work, all dressed up in their nice suits and fancy dresses. It was even better with your best friend next to you, the two of you sitting and enjoying the hustle and bustle of the streets below while the sun slowly set behind the tall buildings.
Pigeon was sitting on the edge, leaning against the railing and looking down while Santa Fey had taken to watching stars slowly pop up in the sky. The heat of the air had left Pigeon with no other option than the roll up the sleeves of his shirt as much as he could and unbuttoning it.
Okay, so maybe Santa Fey wasn’t just watching the stars. Maybe she was taking the occasional glance at her best friend and feeling her cheeks heat up whenever she remembered that he was practically shirtless.
And maybe when Fey wasn’t looking, Pigeon would look her over and just take in how pretty she was in the last remaining rays of sunlight. How her green eyes shone and how badly he just wanted to move that one piece of hair that had been in her face since she got to Manhattan and how badly he just wanted to kiss—
No, no, no. That was never going to happen. They just friends. That was all. It would never be nothing more. Pigeon wouldn’t risk his whole friendship with Fey over some dumb crush… but maybe a conversation about dumb crushes wouldn’t hurt?
He sighed, looking up at the sky. “Hey Fey?” After he spoke, he turned to her.
Fey looked back at him. “What’s up, Pigeon?”
“You eva’ get these like… feelin’s? They ain’t bad but they also ain’t good? Like— they kinda sorta make you feel guilty for havin’ ‘em?”
Fey blinked at him. “What, like a crush?”
“Yeah, I guess. I dunno. When I had a crush on Race, it wasn’t the same as this…” Pigeon sighed.
Fey felt her heart break. Pigeon had a crush on someone else. She knew that he would never feel the same way. He was too good for her anyways.
“I guess my crush on Racer wasn’t really anythin’ though. I was just a dumb kid.” He went quiet for a beat and looked up. “I just wanna fall in love.”
“You could fall in love with me,” she signed while he wasn’t looking.
Pigeon looked back to her. “You sign somethin’?”
Fey shook her head, eyes falling to the streets below.
Pigeon studied her expression, eyebrows slowly knitting together. “Fey, what’s wrong?” She shook her head again, but he put a hand on her arm to stop her. “No, there’s somethin’ wrong. You’se upset. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, Pidge. Don’t worry about it.”
“You know that ain’t gonna work with me, Fey. We’se been friends for too long for me to know that it ain’t nothin’.”
She sighed. “I just thought you would have told me if you had a crush. You know, since we’re best friends and all.”
Pidge started to bite as his lip. “I… I wanted ta’ tell you’se eventually… ”
“Then why didn’t you?”
He went completely quiet, looking over the rail down to the street. His heart was racing in his chest, his thoughts wild with everything that could go wrong right now. She put a hand on shoulder, drawing his attention to her.
“You don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t tell you cuz it is you, Fey. An’ I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship by tellin’ you cuz you’se the only best friend I ever had an’ I really don’t wanna lose you over somethin’ stupid like this,” Pigeon said, not looking at her as he spoke.
Fey’s eyes widened, just staring at him. She fought to come up with the right thing to say, blinking at him. “Pidge.” The sound of her raspy voice made Pidge look at her, surprised. She took a shaky breath, like she was going to say something, but instead just pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back, arms tight around her. They pulled apart after a moment and Pigeon realized Fey was shaking. “You’re an idiot.”
“I know, I know… Listen, I get if you-”
“I feel the same way. If you had just told me sooner, we could have avoided this. I thought you didn’t feel the same and I was too afraid to tell you,” she signed, a smile on her face.
Pigeon laughed softly. “I guess we’se both idiots then, huh?”
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Writing Prompts
“I am not here to kill you! I’m here for bread!”
“Listen up! I hate all of y'all! That’s it. That’s my announcement.”
“Sometimes you just gotta dance.”
“If there was ever a time to start running, now would be it.”
“Incase you haven’t heard, there is a bounty on your head.”
“Maybe it’s a pun? Ever thought about that?”
“Now, how could I forget you?”
“Have you ever seen a raging Pomeranian? Yeah. Thought so.”
“Do you think werewolves like ice cream?”
“If I did die, I only have one regret, and it’s not flipping you off more when I had the chance.”
“You’re a good friend, I hope you know that.”
“No offense, but didn’t you just say we weren’t gonna be violent?”
“Did you bring the blood bags?”
“Well, let me see here, the only thing I could diagnose you with is idiocy.”
“I just want to fall in love.”
“Cake? In this dire time? Yeah, sure, why not? We all die anyway.”
“Floor it!”
“Well aren’t you special?”
“From here on out, you shall call me -.”
“I never wanted to die, but to be immortal, that sounds awful too. Paying taxes? Forever? Nah.”
“Living with 7 dogs really opens your eyes to a lot of things.”
“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”
“Did you actually buy that shirt?”
“Where did you find a potato? Where? Look where we are! There shouldn’t be a potato here!”
“How come it’s never, ‘let’s explore the ice cream section’? Or 'let’s try and find the cutest dog’? It’s always something horrible. Why?”
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One liners
Go to sleep, it’s late.
You worry too much.
I care about you.
Get out of my house.
You don’t belong here.
Sometimes I wonder just how exactly you’re still alive.
Could be worse.
Don’t worry about it.
I promise that I’m fine.
Well that’s a boldfaced lie.
You’re a liar if I’ve ever seen one.
You taught me to never trust anyone.
Say it.
Run like your life depends on it-because it does.
I’m here for you, I promise.
Please…won’t you stay?
You don’t trust me…
I wanna see the city lights!
Did you write this?
I never asked for anything in return.
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Writing Prompts
1. “Well, I’m no expert but I think you just killed that person.”
2. “Me? You’re calling me dramatic? Look at what you’re wearing! A faux pink robe while you carry your cat!”
3. “Sorry, I broke my arm, I’m here now though, so, what’s for dinner.”
4. “You’re gonna start some chaos tonight, aren’t ya?”
5. “Your dog ate the fire breathing potion, didn’t they?”
6. “Not to be dramatic, but I’m back from the dead. Hope y’all missed me.”
7. “I have bestowed a flower crown upon thee.”
8. “Pass the pepper ole chap! I’m feeling spicy today!”
9. “I’m just a simpleton hanging out in a tree house.”
10. “Why can’t you sit at the table like a normal person?”
11. “Ready to get absolutely decimated at checkers?”
12. “By midnight our cookies should be done.”
13. “I’m just gonna be over here, staying in my own lane, you guys carry on!”
14. “Im trying to create a spell that knows how to pick cute outfits for me.”
15. “All this murder and not one joke! You disappoint me.”
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writing playlist: on
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"Can I pet the fish?" With Sharps and pidge or buttons and pidge?
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a/n: this is some good good modern au pidge!!! pidge and sharps are such a cute couple yall,, i also messed with the wording of the prompt so it sounded better!!
Pidge loved the aquarium. He loved it even more with his fiance with him. He always loved watching the fish swim around and seeing the dolphins and sharks so up close.
“You remind me of a shark, amore.” Pidge smiled, looking at Sharps as they stood in front of the great whites.
“Why’s that?” Sharps asked, putting an arm around Pidge.
“Cuz you look really big and scary but you’re really not!”
Sharps laughed and kissed the top of his head. “You can’t ruin my facade. People can’t know that I’m not.”
Pidge rolled his eyes and paused, turning. He then took Sharps’ hand and led him to a different tank. He led him to the jellyfish, watching them with wonder. “I wanna pet the jellyfish. Can I?” He asked Sharps.
“No, you can’t pet the jellyfish, Pidge.” Sharps sighed, looking into the tank, then to Pidge.
“That sounds like a dare. I’m gonna pet the jellyfish.” Pidge smirked, looking back.
“It’s not a dare. You are not petting the jellyfish. If you try, we’re leaving.”
Pidge pouted. “You’re no fun…”
“No, I’m just keeping you safe and preventing you from getting banned.” Sharps wrapped him in a hug, quickly making the pout fade.
After another minute of watching the jellyfish, another tank with penguins caught Pidge’s eye and he rushed over to them, pulling Sharps along with him.
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"We're peer pressuring them to take care of themself" with Pigeon/Santa Fe?
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a/n: anything in quotation marks that’s italicized is sign language!!! also pidge/santa fe is an amazing ship and i missed writing these nerds
Jack wasn’t expecting to see Santa Fe in the lodging house when he got there. He had started at her for a few moments, trying to figure out what she was doing, before speaking. “Fe? The hell’re you doin’ over here? You tryin’ ta’ get me skinned by Spot?”
Santa Fe turned to him and shrugged. “I caught word that Pigeon is sick. I’m here to peer pressure him into taking care of himself because I know he’ll listen to me,” she signed.
“Finch already tried. So did me an’ Racer. He still went out sellin’ today. I dunno if he’s-”
She cut him off with a smirk. “He’s laying in bed right now. I looked for him when I got to Manhattan. Finch is selling the rest of his papers for him.”
“How do you got betta’ control over my boys than I do?” Jack looked at her with disbelief.
She shrugged and picked up the brown bag from the table. “They like me better?”
He rolled his eyes and put his bag down. “Just go take care a’ the kid so he can be back on ‘is feet.”
Fe gave Jack a bright smile and climbed the stairs to Pidge’s bunk.
Pidge was laying there, pale and half asleep. He really did look terrible. His usual bright eyes were now dull, cheeks flushed pink, hair a mess.
Fe sat on the edge of his bunk, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead then down to his cheek. She set the bag down carefully and signed, “You’re burning up.”
“Yeah, s’cuz ‘m so damn hot.” Pigeon smiled and laughed, which turned into a cough that made him sit up. He laid back down with a groan, putting his arm over his eyes.
Fe moved his arm and kissed his forehead, waiting until Pigeon opened his eyes before signing again. “Not so much of a wise guy now. I got you some soup, sit up.” Pidge whined, earning a glare from Fe. Reluctantly, he sat up and crossed his arms. “Thank you.”
She opened the bag and took out a cup of soup and a spoon. She took the lid off the soup and handed it and the spoon to Pidge. “Eat. I’ll get you anything else if you need it.”
“Fe, you really don’t gotta do this… I don’t want you’se gettin’ sick an’ unable ta’ sell.” Pigeon stirred the soup around and took a bite.
“I want to, Pigeon. You are my boyfriend after all. I know you won’t take care of yourself or let anyone else try to.” Fe moved so that she was sitting next to him and put her head on his shoulder.
Pigeon smiled and kissed her forehead. “I hate how right you’se are.”
“Shut up and eat. You’re taking a nap when you’re done.”
“But I’se ain’t tired!” Pigeon argued.
“Not even if I’m here to nap with you?”
Pigeon was quiet after that, eating the soup. Fe smiled, satisfied.
When Jack went up to check on them, he couldn’t help but grin at the scene in front of him. Fe had practically wrapped herself around Pigeon, nuzzled into his chest. Pigeon had a tight hold on her, one hand resting in her hair, keeping her close. Both were sound asleep, looking more peaceful than ever.
#Words from the writer#Newsies#newsies oc#oliver fitzgerald#pigeon#santa fe#request#volarfinch#jack kelly
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“Yeah, let me just glaze over the fact that that’s a corpse.“ owo
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a/n: ah yes, my other newsies oc Spitfire!! hes a good kid, i love him.
Race hadn’t wanted his day to go like this. All he wanted to do was sell his papers, then maybe go bet on a race or two. But no, god forbid that happen. Now he was carrying this little Brooklyn kid back to the lodge. He had found the small redhead bruised pretty badly and passed out in an alleyway.
He was relieved to see Pigeon as he entered the lodge. “Pigeon, I need your help. Now.”
“Racetrack, where’s there a Brooklyn kid in our lodging house. Oh my God, you’se didn’ beat ‘im up, right?! I swear to god if Spot Conlon comes here, I’se throwin’ you to ‘im.” Pigeon rushed over to him.
“No, I gots the kid under control. I need you ta’ go finish sellin’ for me. You can take 70, I’ll take the rest.”
“Yeah, lemme just glaze over the fact that you’se got a corpse in your arms and finish sellin’ for ya’. No problem.” Pigeon took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. “No, I ain’t gonna do that! You can’t just be bringin’ Brooklyn kids here like there ain’t no consequences! You see a Brooklyn kid, you leave them where they are and try ta’ get them to wake up there!”
The boy in Race’s arms started to come to, looking around and putting a hand to his head. “The hell am I? An’ why’re you holdin’ me?” He spoke with a heavy Irish accent that carried annoyance. “Well, you just gonna stare at me or put me down, lad?”
Race put him down, mumbling, “sorry,” as he did. Now as he stood, Pigeon could really assess the boy. He short and young, couldn’t be any older than 13. Freckles covered his pale face and thick curly hair was tucker under his hat like a flame was bursting out of his head. His eyes were a striking blue and he looked beyond upset.
“Where the hell am I? This ain’t Brooklyn.” He crossed his arms, looking at the two taller figures.
“Manhattan. I found you knocked out. Musta’ got into a pretty tough fight. You got a name?” Race glanced to Pigeon, who put his hands up in defense and shook his head.
“Spitfire. An’ you better show me how ta’ get back ta’ Brooklyn or else I’ll… I’ll…” Spitfire stood straighter, like he was trying to intimidate Race.
“You ain’t gonna do nothin’. That’s how turf wars start. And ain’t no way in hell am I gonna let a kid start that.” Pigeon looked down at him with a disapproving glare. To Race’s surprise, Spitfire seemed to falter at that. “I’ll show you the way back, Spitfire. So someone can go back ta’ sellin’.” He turned the same glare to Race, who looked away sheepishly.
Spitfire didn’t argue as Pigeon led him out. Race watched them go, trying to figure out how Pigeon could be so intimidating but also so damn cute at the same time.
#Words from the writer#Newsies#newsies oc#pigeon#racetrack higgins#charles hayes#spitfire#request#wolfkidal#pigeon fitzgerald
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“I can’t help you, I’m broke.” w/ pidge and race??
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“I’se already told you no, Racer. Maybe if you tried ta’ save up your money instead a’ gamblin’ it all away…” Pigeon shook his head as he counted his change from the day.
“Please, Pidgey? Just a coupla’ cents an’ I promise I’ll pay ya’ back.” Race gave the smaller boy the saddest face he could manage.
Pigeon ignored the blush on his cheeks from the nickname. “Puppy dog faces ain’t gonna work on me, Higgins. Go ask Albert.”
Race huffed. “I already did, he said no.”
“Well what makes you think I’se gonna say otherwise?” Pigeon pocketed his money and looked to Race.
“Cuz you like me more than Al does?” Race gave Pigeon a cheesy smile.
“I can’t help ya’ here, Race. I’se broke. Everythin’ I earned today has gotta go ta’ either food or papes. Your charm ain’t gonna work,” Pigeon said.
Race’s cheesy smile turned into a smirk. “You’se think I’m charmin’?”
“I- uh- I didn’ say that…” Pigeon’s cheeks darkened and he looked away. “Go away, Racer.”
Race gently lifted Pigeon’s chin so they were eye to eye, centimeters away from each other. Race’s bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief, looking directly into Pigeon’s. “You’se sure ‘bout that, Pidgey? Cuz it sure sounded like you called me charmin’.”
“I-I uhm…” Pigeon struggled with his words. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins, shoving them at Race. “Here. If I don’t get it back, you’se dead.”
Race laughed and kissed Pigeon on the nose. “Grazie, Pidgey! I’ll see ya’ later!” He tapped the brim of Pigeon’s hat before walking out of the room, leaving Pigeon a flustered mess.
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sentence prompts numero ???
“Yeah, let me just glaze over the fact that that’s a corpse.“
“Don’t turn around.“
“This situation has an alarming lack of cats.“
"What kind of dreams do you have?!
"Can I pet the fish?"
"Fight to the death, right now!"
"It’s just a cookie!"
"I want a waterbed."
"That’s really sad but I understand where you’re going with this."
"As you all know, I’m the best, so…"
"I won’t use your full name unless I’m mad at you."
"Well it all started with the big bang… which of course is the sound of me hitting the floor."
"I have plans that day… I know you didn’t say what day it was but… I… have plans all days so…"
"Are you James Bond?!"
"God of Michigan? Yeah, I know him."
"We’re peer pressuring them to take care of themselves.”
“I can’t help you, I’m broke.”
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How It Began
A/N: yall miss me? ever since i left the newsies fandom, this blog has been kinda dead. ive been writing a lot more stuff for myself but not feeling thats its been good enough to post here. WELL im starting to get back into newsies because fuck i really miss some parts of this fandom... but im back!!! hell yeah!!! enjoy this!!!!! yall really better get used to pigeon of you arent already cuz that boy still is my #1 character.... also hey hes not. a self insert anymore hes his own darn character. any italian might be wrong bc im a dumb american and have to use google translate
How Oliver Fitzgerald came to be Pigeon the Manhattan newsie
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Mid winter was hell for any kid living on the streets. Harsh wind cut through thin clothes like a newly sharpened knife.
It was even worse if you were running as fast as you could, slipping on ice as you tried to find an alleyway to tuck into. This was currently the case for Oliver. He had only been in New York for a few days after he ran away from home, but had already found himself in trouble. The other street kids in Brooklyn didn’t take too kind to him and now, in Manhattan, he had gotten tangled up with the Delancey brothers. They had asked him questions he was unable to answer, as he could barely speak English. When he gave a muttered reply in Italian, they battered on the insults. Oliver ran away, but the brothers refused to let him get away.
Luckily he was smaller and faster than both of them, making for an easy escape even as they chased him. By the time he had found a place to duck away he was out of breath and exhausted. He could hear their yells in the distance, but instead of continuing to run, he sat on the ground with his knees to his chest and slowly slipped to sleep.
Oliver didn’t know how long he was asleep for, but it couldn’t have been long if the dusting of snow on his shoulders gave anything away. He slowly lifted his head from where it was tucked into his arms to inspect what had awoken him.
A boy was kneeling in front of him, worry etched on his face. There was a slingshot tucked into his waistband and he was removing the light jacket that he wore. “You’se awake, thank God. I thought you had frozen ta’ death.”
Oliver furrowed his brow and leaned away from him. Who was this boy? Oliver had never seen him or met him, so why was he being so nice?
The boy noticed this and softened. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, kid. You’se okay. Here.” He held out his jacket for Oliver, who just eyed it cautiously. “You’se gonna become a kid-sicle if you don’t take it.”
Oliver reached out with a shaking hand and took it, then wrapped it around himself. It didn’t provide much warmth, but it was better than nothing.
“Can you walk? You ain’t hurt or nothin’, right?” Finch stood, offering his hand to the small boy.
Pidge took his hand and slowly brought himself to his feet, though his legs were like jelly and the soles of his feet ached. He braced himself against the wall, eyes shut as he fought through the pain.
“You really ain’t lookin’ too good… Here, get on my back. I ain’t gonna drop you or nothin’, just bring you somewhere safe. You can trust me, kid.” Finch knelt down again so Oliver could get on his back. After a minute, Oliver gave in.
Finch lifted him easily, arms looped securely under Oliver’s legs while Oliver wrapped his arms around Finch’s shoulders.
“So you got a name, kid?” Finch asked. He felt Oliver shake his head and nodded. “That’s okay, we’se gonna find you one then. There’s gonna be a lotta other guys at the lodge, just a warnin’. I know a few new kids ain’t too fond of a lotta people around. I’ll make sure they give you some space.” Finch continued to ramble, not even noticing Oliver had fallen asleep.
The noise in the lodge is what woke him again. Yelling and laughter caused him to hide his face in Finch’s shoulder, his grip on his shirt tightening.
Finch tried his best to look at Oliver and adjusted him slightly. “You’se okay, don’t worry. They ain’t gonna hurt you,” he whispered.
“Who’s ya’ new friend, Finch?” Elmer called over. The attention of the room shifted and suddenly grew quiet.
“Found ‘im nearly frozen to death afta’ I finished sellin’.” Finch looked back at Oliver before looking back to the group. “He’s kinda skittish an’ don’t talk. Ain’t got a name, either.” The group nodded, a few eyes lingering on Oliver. “I figure he’ll take my bed an’ I can teach ‘im the ropes a’ sellin’.”
Slowly the group went back to their activities, though they were much quieter now. Finch carried Oliver upstairs and to his bunk. There, he carefully set the smaller boy down. “They ain’t too bad, huh? You’ll get used to them pretty quick.”
Oliver nodded and took off Finch’s coat, handing it back to him. He was still shivering, but not as much as before.
“How ‘bout you keep this on ‘til we find you some new clothes. Can’t have you freezin’ out on me yet.” Finch smiled and wrapped the jacket around him again. “I’se gonna be right back. I think Romeo might have somethin’ ‘round your size. Stay here.” He gently patted Oliver’s hair before starting out of the room.
Oliver pulled his knees to his chest and looked around the empty room, a pang of anxiety sending chills down his spine. He knew Finch said he would back, but what if he didn’t? What if he was trapped somewhere he’d never been with a bunch of boys he’s never met that were all so loud and rowdy? He stood and headed to the window, looking out to the street below and picking at a string on the jacket.
A single pigeon flew up to the windowsill and sat next to him, it’s head tilting. Oliver smiled at the small bird. “Ciao, amico. Come va?”
“So you do speak, just not English,” said a voice from the doorway. Oliver jumped and turned, causing the bird to fly away. His face was flush with embarrassment and eyes were wide with fear. Anyone else that had heard him talk wasn’t too happy with it… He looked over the figure, his mind racing.
It was a tall boy with a mess of curly blond hair, his hat securely pulled over it. A cigar was trapped between his pointer and middle finger, tapping against his palm. Next to him was Finch with clothes draped over his arm.
“Don’t look so scared, kid. Race ain’t gonna hurt you. In fact, he’s the guy you’re gonna wanna talk to if you speak Italian.” Finch smiled and set the clothes on the bed.
Oliver looked to the boy— Race— with the same wide eyes, but the fear was gone and replaced with hope. Race smiled at him. “Ti piacciono gli uccelli?”
“S-sì. I piccioni sono i miei preferiti,” Oliver replied, now moving to fidget with the button on his shirt.
“How ‘bout the name Pigeon, then? Seems pretty fittin’.” Race leaned back against the door frame.
He nodded with a grin. Finch laughed softly. “Finch and Pigeon. How perfect.”
Oliver— no, he wasn’t Oliver anymore. He could finally leave that name behind. Pigeon could tell this was the place he could call home. He would certainly take a while to get used to everyone, but this place seemed like a good place to start.
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