"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.
“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?”
