#hair is one of the best things i draw whadda hell..............

[mtsodie]

politely hands her over if u are still taking OC's 💛

i had so much trouble with the hair what the fuck

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

TAG LIST: @tomurasprincess @suzuki-violin-school @sightoru @alrunemara

[spooky-luvur]

So I feel like these characters have never been in a fic before- Can you do something with Arthur and his male partner during the scene at the Aberdeen pig farm (the weird asf incest couple) and Arthur getting really over protective

Sorry if this is super late anon I didn’t get the notification :(

I only just recently played that mission and the whole time I was just as stiff and uncomfortable as Arthur was I genuinely thought they were cannibals and we’re gonna eat me. Well, eat Arthur.

Glad I got to blow their heads off with a shotgun

Also fun fact! I’m writing this on a plane

-

“Arthur, you sure this tip is good?”

“Well, I did get it from a feller who just got out of jail.”

You shoot him a look.

“I ain’t sayin nothing, but relax. Farmers usually got lots o’ money anyway. If they ain’t good, shoot ‘em and run.”

“If you say so..”

-

Probably the last thing you expected to see from the house you were gonna rob was a very fat man in nothing but overalls reclining on the front porch. You and Arthur stop in your tracks, glancing at each other. Should you go back? And leave all the money behind?

Before you can decide what to do, the fat man notices the both of you awkwardly standing there.

“Well hey there friends!”

You swallow, moving your hand slightly to brush your wrist against the handle of your gun.

“Don’t be shy, partners! No such thing as strangers here!” His eyes trail over both of you, staying on you for a little longer than necessary. He grins.

“Yeah, you two look like you need to take a load off...”

The door suddenly opens, drawing yours and Arthur’s attention. A thin yet busty woman steps into the porch, a light smile on her pale face.

“Well...” she drawls, “ain’t this a rare treat?” She goes to stand beside the man, placing a hand on his chest. So it was a couple. “Why did you tell me we had guests comin’? I’da fixed myself up nice...”

Couple of lunatics.

“Aw, now, you know you look perfect princess...” fatty laughs.

“Erm, we ain’t no guests, Miss,” Arthur glances at you. “Just passin’ through.”

The man waves his hand. “Oh, nonsense, come on in, rest a while. We got food on the stove, and a bottle of the good stuff we been savin.”

“It’s decided then,” the woman steps back into the house. “I’m gonna go freshen up...” her voice is light, seductive as she winks at you.

Arthur’s jaw tightens. “We appreciate the offer but we best be on our way.”

“Oh, come on now!” Spreading his arms wide, he grins at Arthur. “Are you gonna turn down a hot meal and good company? Ha! I’ll go open that bottle!”

Arthur sighs heavily. “I don’t like this.”

You place a hand on his arm, frowning. “Me neither. But think about the money, Arthur. We could really use it. And like you said, thing go south, we hightail outta there.”

He shakes his head, thinking it over. Eventually, he nods.

“Okay.”

“Hey there they are!”

Fat Man (sorry if that’s offensive idk what else to call him other than man and besides- outlaws were mean) is already sitting at the rickety-looking table. “Come on in! Come on!” He gestures for you to sit.

Arthur makes you sit in the seat further away, giving you a look once you open your mouth to question him.

“I hope she ain’t preppin’ for hours up there or we’ll never eat!” He turns his attention to you, a weird smile on his face.

“Hey, tiny, go check on her, will ya?”

You begin to stand, but Arthur’s firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

“No...I’ll do it. He can stay here.”

Fat Man shrugs. “Fine by me! I just wanna eat!”

Yeah, you could tell.

After a few moments Arthur and the woman come back down, an odd look on Arthur’s face. You try questioning him, but he quickly shakes his head, taking a seat while she goes to the stove.

“Well ain’t this just about perfect!” Fatty says in a weird voice. “Just one of them moments you wish could last forever.”

“Like we said, we can’t stay long,” you give him a fake smile.

“Just look at us,” the man waves a hand at you and Arthur. “Like a couple of old friends.” He laughs as the woman sets plates down on the table. “It’s a short life, but a merry one.”

You look up from the food to see the woman looking at you with dark eyes. She’s bent over in such a way you could tell she’s purposely trying to show you as much cleavage as possible. Her husband doesn’t even seem to notice, or if he did, he doesn’t care. She giggles as you quickly avert your eyes. Right after, there’s a strong hand on your thigh, gripping tightly just above your knee. You glance over at Arthur, but he’s looking at the man.

“All the fixens. I hope you boys left some room in your trousers.” She looks between you and Arthur, a smirk on her face. “I can tell there ain’t much.”

Fatty inhales deeply and moans, opening his eyes to look at his wife. “That smells delicious.” He takes her hand. “Food don’t smell too bad neither.” They both laugh as he pulls her to sit on his lap.

“Oh, stop it, you!”

The continue to laugh, turning their attention to Arthur and you who’d been trying the food.

“How do you like it?” The woman asks.

Arthur nods. “Mm, it’s good. Different.”

The woman goes to get another chair from the side of the room as Fatty eats the food, moaning.

“That meat is so tender...” he glances at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

You pause from eating another piece. “Yes, it’s uhm, good...”

“And you know what? This place it used to be a pig farm- when we was-“ he picks at his teeth. “when we was kids?”

Wha- oh...oh dear...oh dear...

It hits you before it hits Arthur. You place down your fork slowly, loosing your appetite.

He continues. “Before we lost our Ma and Pa...horrible business.”

The woman’s mouth tightens into a thin line as she shakes her head. “Horrible.”

“But we still got each other ain’t that right honey pie?”

That’s when it hits Arthur.

“And we still know how to have a hog killin’ time.” (someone told me what she said ty)

You meet his eyes. He glances at the door before glancing back at you. You shrug, shoulders stiff.

“Here, here, that’s for you...”

They both feed each other food with their forks, eyes locked in a intimate moment, both moaning once they taste the others food. They don’t seem to remember you and Arthur were there until they slowly turned their heads. An awkward moment of silence passes before the woman puts down her forks abruptly.

“Where are my manners? Drinks!”

“Yeah, I could defiantly use a drink.” Arthur shakes just head, making you quietly snort.

“And you, sugar?” The woman smiles at you, holding a bottle.

“Yeah.” You really needed to forget all this in the morning.

She laughs, pouring you and Arthur each a small glass.

Arthur downs his in one gulp, and he immediately recoils at the taste. He clears his throat, looking at you.

‘Fucking strong’ are what his eyes tell you.

You down yours too, coughing. It burns your trait and stings your eyes. It’s strong that’s for damn sure. Stronger than any whiskey you’ve ever had. Doesn’t taste like anything you’ve ever had neither. It leaves an unpleasant feeling in your mouth and your gut.

“Ha! That stuff’ll put hair on your chest!”

“Oh, I doubt the big one needs that,” the woman rounds the table with the bottle, passing Arthur as she says that. But she stops at you, putting a hand on your shoulder and slowly sliding it down your partly open shirt and across your chest. You tense, holding your breath.

Oh, you can feel Arthur’s anger.

“But this one here needs some more. Whadda ya say, hun? Let’s loosen the both of you up some more.” She removes your hand, much to yours and Arthur’s relief, and goes back around the table to sit on her *brothers* lap.

Neither of you say anything, only looking at each other. You can tell Arthur doesn’t want to stay.

But the money is the main thing on your mind at the moment.

You just barely nod your head, and Arthur understands. He clenches his jaw, and begrudgingly takes another shot of the strange alcohol. The siblings laugh gleefully, looking at you for your turn.

You’re way lighter on alcohol than Arthur. Only your second shot and your head is already swirling.

The three are talking, laughing, but you don’t hear anything. You sway in your seat, pain flowing throughout your entire body. The last thing you feel is someone picking you up before everything goes black.

-

“Woo wee, we done and got ourselves a real nice one here!”

“We sure did!”

Ugh, what in the hell did you drink?

Your bleary eyes blink open. You’re standing, but your eyes are tied above your head and around a high railing of the stairs. You’re on your feet but barley. For a moment nothing is clear before you focus on the large figure of the Fat Man and his sister not two feet away from you.

“Oh, you sons of bitches,” you groan, hanging your head. Just listen to Arthur next time you moron.

They both laugh.

“Mama would be real proud of us wouldn’t she sugar?”

“She sure would honeybun!”

The woman turns back to you, getting on her knees. You struggle against the bonds, pushing your self as far away from the crazy woman as possible.

“Oh, don’t be shy, sugar, I only wanna taste you!” She giggles and puts one hand on your crotch and the other on your hip.

“You crazy bastards! Where’s Arthur!”

“Oh he won’t be back for a while, now hold still darlin’-“

Right as she reaches to unbuckle your belt, the front door flies open and a gun immediately goes off. The woman gasps in horror, rising to her feet. The large body of her brother crumples to the ground.

”NO!!!”

She screams, rushing at- thank the heavens- Arthur. Before she can reach him another shot goes off and she crumples right on top of Fatty.

You take a deep breath, head rolling back in relief.

“(M/n)? (M/n)!”

Arthur catches you once he cuts your bonds, holding you to his chest in a crushing grip.

“Goddamn, you alright?! The hell did they do to you?!”

“Nothin’ thanks to you.” You give him a long kiss, holding his face in your hands. He pulls away to put his forehead against yours and you can see the unshed tears in his eyes.

“Thought I damn near lost you...”

“It’s okay, Arthur. I’m alive, and they aren’t. Now, where is that money?”

——

[a-writers-writing]

You Won’t Earn Anything Standin’ There and Lookin’ Pretty | Chapter 1

Whoa whoa whoa! I’m finally posting self insert stuff!! I really hope this is like... good? Anyways, enjoy my self insert Pigeon and his best friend (aka @daveys--jacobs‘s self insert) Blue! 

Warnings: cursing

Tag list: @helplesshansen @we-dont-sell-papes @mike-faist-is-the-best @ben-cook-can-cook @daveys--jacobs @newsieofnj @gaymur @racetrackscigar (let me know if you want to be removed/be added to this!)

Pigeon and Blue had been friends ever since they met. Pigeon was a runaway from New Jersey that wanted to get away from his family. Blue never really had a family and became a newsie just to know that people cared about her. They were both around 11 when they met and were practically inseparable. The two knew almost everything about each other and always had each other’s backs (like the first time Pigeon snuck into Brooklyn’s territory just so he could meet the one and only Spot Conlon when they were 14). They knew each other’s crushes- rather Blue knew about Pigeons crushes on Racetrack Higgins and Spot Conlon.

They had been best friends for nearly five years when Davey and his little brother started selling papes. Pigeon could tell that Blue had fallen for him on the spot. They stood in the line to get their papes, laughing as everyone stepped up to Mr. Wiesel and cracked jokes to the old man. Pigeon kept a close eye on the new kid, watched as Jack stood up for him and took him under his wing. Blue was also watching, but she wasn’t watching for the same thing that Pigeon was, but it wasn’t for long as Finch lightly pushed Blue into Pigeon.

“Stop starin’ at the new kid and get your papes, you two,” he said, a mocking tone to his voice. Pigeon lightly punched his shoulder with a smile before stepping forward and dropping a quarter into the box.

“Spot me fifty papes please, Mr. Weasel?” Pigeon said with a sweet smile.

“Fifty papers for Pigeon. Next!” Wiesel was clearly tired of dealing with the kids and just wanted to move on. Pigeon winked at him and got his papers from Oscar, quickly counting them and putting them in his bag. Blue promptly followed and the two headed out to find their selling spot for the day.

As they walked, Pigeon eyed Blue out of the corner of his eye. “So, whadda ya think ‘bout the new kid? He seems to be dressed nicely, you think he got folks?”

Blue glared at him. “I think he’s gonna be a good newsie. His little brother is gonna sell a lot, plus he seems like a smart kid. With Jack workin with ‘em, he’s gonna be the greatest out there. Other than Jack himself, of course.” She shrugged and stopped, offering a paper to a man walking by. Pigeon waited for her to catch back up before talking again.

“I saw the way you looked at ‘im, Blue. Someone’s got a crush,” he teased, bumping into her as they walked.

She blushed and pushed him away. “Christ, you’re like the brother I never wanted. I don’t got a crush on the new kid.”

Pigeon chuckled and threw his arm around Blue, stopping at a busy corner. “For some reason Blue, I don’t believe you. We’ll discuss this after we sell our papes.” He ruffled her hair and pushed off her arm, moving to the other side of the corner. He raised a newspaper high in the air, calling out headlines with a slight twist to draw attention. Blue sighed and followed suit.

By the time lunch rolled around, Pigeon had sold all of his papers and was standing next to Blue, waiting for her to sell her last one. They stood for around ten more minutes before a woman came and quickly bought it, handing Blue whatever the first coin she could find. Pigeon smiled at her and nodded his head towards a cafe across the street. “Let’s go grab somethin’ ta eat. I’m starvin’.”

As they walked, Pigeon brought up the topic of the new kid again. “So you never answered my question. You think he’s got folks?”

Blue shrugged. “He might? He was cleaned up pretty nice so he’s gotta be stayin’ somewhere.”

Pigeon nodded and opened the door to the cafe, holding it open for Blue. “I’m with ya’. Maybe I’ll talk to Jack, try to get more info ‘bout ‘im for ya’.”

Blue rolled her eyes and walked to the counter, clearly done with the conversation. Little did she know, Pigeon sure as hell wasn’t. She ordered a simple bread roll and put her change on the counter, then moved for Pigeon to order. He ruffled Blue’s hair again with a playful smile and ordered the same thing, sliding his change cross the counter with a wink to the boy behind the counter.

Pigeon and Blue sat down at one of the small tables. “I’m just sayin’ Blue. Jackie will give me any info on the new kid if I ask sweet enough. Or I could just ask Race to give me what he knows-”

“Or you could just ask the new kid yourself,” Blue said, pointing at the door.

Pigeon turned just as Jack waved at them, and he quickly turned back around with a blush.

Blue waved back with a sly smile, then raised an eyebrow at Pigeon. “Well, Mr. Smart Guy? You gonna go talk to ‘Jackie’?” She teased.

Before Pigeon could make a comeback, the boy from behind the counter brought them each a bread roll and a glass of water. They both murmured a “thank you,” to him. It wasn’t long before Jack and the new kids joined them at their table. Jack pulled up a chair and sat on in backwards next to Pigeon, while new kid stood with his brother close to his side.

“Davey, take a seat! Relax! This here is Pigeon and Blue, the devious duo. Completely inseparable from the day they met. Pigeon, Blue, this is Davey and his little brother Les.” Jack smiled as he introduced them. Pigeon nodded at Davey, then glanced at Blue.

“You know Les, I heard you arguing with Jack earlier. You’re a brave kid, you know that? I’ve never heard anyone argue with the Jack Kelly before. I respect you, kid,” Pigeon said, leaning down to Les’s height. He spit onto his hand and held it out for Les to shake.

Les smiled at him and followed suit. Davey shook his head at his little brother. “Do all of you newsies do that?”

Blue nodded slightly. “Yep. Seems gross at first, but you get used to it. It’s hows we show respect and make deals. You better get used to it if youse are gonna be newsies.”

“Say Davey,” Pigeon started with a small smile and another side glance at Blue, “tell me about yourself. Whats ya story?”

“Our father messed up his leg real bad during working and they curbed him. We’re out getting some money while he’s out,” he explained. Pigeon nodded along as he talked.

“So youse got folks? Sounds exciting,” Pigeon deadpanned. Blue reached across the table and slapped his arm with a disappointed glare. “Ow! What was that for?! I’m just jokin’ around with ‘em!”

“Hey, hey. Pigeon, take it easy on Davey for now, he’s new and I don’t want you gettin’ in trouble no more,” Jack smiled, patting Pigeon on the back. The same boy from behind the counter came back over and placed a roll and water in front of Jack and another in front of Les.

“Don’t you encourage ‘im, Jack Kelly! You should know better!” Blue said angrily at Jack, who put his hands up in defense.

Davey quickly broke up the joking atmosphere. “What about you, Pigeon? Why are you out here working on the streets?”

Pigeon tensed suddenly and picked up his glass, looking into the water. He took a deep breath, then shook his head, quickly putting the glass down and pulling his arms close to him, his hand clasped tightly around his wrist. The air grew tense and Pigeon felt Jack’s arm around his shoulder slightly pull him closer, as well as Blue’s foot grazing the side of his leg. “You don’t gotta tell ‘im, Pigeon. You ain't ever gotta tell nobody,” Jack said quietly, so only he could hear. Pigeon nodded and took another deep breath.

“I-I’m sorry Pigeon. I didn’t know…” Davey started, but Blue looked at him, her face soft, and nodded as if saying that everything was fine. Jack gave Pigeon a few more quiet words before patting his shoulder and moving away. Pigeon continued to sit like he had closed in on himself and Jack got up. He nodded to Blue, who nodded back, before grabbing his roll and nodding to the door. Davey and Les followed as he walked out, Davey looking back slightly as he walked out. It was clear that he felt bad.

Once they were gone, Blue stood and sat where Jack was and put her hand on Pigeon’s arm. “Hey, let’s go to the park and feed some pigeons. I’ll see if they have any stale bread we can take, ‘kay?” Her voice was gentle and calming. Pigeon nodded and finished the roll in front of him. Blue came back with a paper bag and gently placed her hand on Pigeon’s back. “You ready, b?”

Pigeon stood slowly and nodded, then followed Blue out the door and to the park. The walk was quiet and the two held hands the whole way there. Blue lead him to a bench and they sat down. She started ripping apart the bread and the city birds were quick to fly to the ground in front of them. Pigeon threw a few pieces close to his feet and the birds jumped closer. He smiled weakly and broke off a few more pieces, holding his hand out for the birds. The duo lost track of time as they sat on the bench, even after they ran out of bread, just watching the city move before their eyes. A few lingering pigeons rested by Pigeon’s feet and he smiled at them, then motioned for Blue to look. She smiled and looked up at the sky, sighing. “It’s startin’ ta get dark. We should get back before the boys start worryin’ ‘bout us.”

They stood and walked back to the housing building, hand-in-hand again. Everyone was still awake, most preparing for bed. Pigeon tried to sneak away to his room, but Specs caught sight of him before he could get away. “Racetrack was just lookin’ for you Pigeon. Said he was worried ‘bout you or somethin’,” he said without looking up from his book.