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a-way-of-forgiving · 2 years

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Tessie x Baby John HC || The Fever

AN - i’m so bad at titles, anyways. basically early 1957, when tessie came down with scarlet fever. kind of angst but mostly just the jets being insanely protective and worried. Also, mentions of my headcanon of Tessie being Schrank’s daughter!

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The Jets had all gotten sick before. I mean, everyone got sick. None of them were usually serious though. The only case it was serious was in the January of 1957, when Tessie came down with scarlet fever.

Nobody was exactly sure where she got it from. Likely from school. Most of the Jets had built up an immunity to the sickness. But Tessie’s immune system was not as strong as the others. She wasn’t as old as them and she was certainly more sheltered than all of them.

None of them knew how truly sick she was at first. The girls noticed she wasn’t at school one day. And yes, they worried. Only a little though. Tessie got sick a lot, it was never serious. They started to worry on her fifth day of being out. She was gone a whole week. That wasn’t like her. Baby John noticed her absence more than anyone else. He didn’t know what to do though. How to approach her. If she was even okay. And so he went to the girls. Specifically, to Graziella. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be Grazi.

He got no luck though. Graziella said she didn’t know. Not that she noticed Tessie’s absence. She was the oldest of the girls and wasn’t in school. The other girls not in school were Mamie, Mack, Dot, and Rhonda. Well, Dot should have been in school as a senior. Technically she was enrolled but she never went.

Then he went to talk to Velma, who was Tessie’s other closest friend. Velma, unlike Graziella, had the slightest idea of where she was. Which made more sense. Out of all the girls, Velma went to school the most and had the most classes with Tessie.

“Oh, Tess? Yeah, she’s been out. I went ta her apartment ta see if she was alright- but her ma didn’t let me in.” Velma sighed, anxiously fiddling with a ring she wore.

That concerned Baby John. Tessie’s mother would never do that, not to Velma. Her father sure. But not her mother. “Did- did she say why? What was wrong with her?”

Velma’s expression darkened. She hesitated before nodding. “Scarlet fever.” She mumbled. The news scared her. And she had felt horrible for not telling anyone, for keeping it to herself.

Baby John had the same sentiment. His stomach felt like it dropped. “Scarlet fever?” He repeated. While he didn’t know a lot about anything medical, he knew that was serious. And Velma had kept it to herself. “She’s got scarlet fever and you kept that to yourself? Ya didn’t tell anyone?” He slightly raised his voice.

“I’m sorry. I knew if I told, everyone would crowd her. You can’t keep a secret and neither can anyone else. You would stress her out, all of you piling into her apartment like that.” Velma explained.

As harsh as her words were, Baby John knew she was right. And he shouldn’t waste his time fighting with her when Tessie was at home, alone and miserable. “Thanks Velma.” He grumbled before going to Action’s apartment.

He didn’t want to go to Tessie’s yet. He needed someone who could help her. Rhonda seemed like the smartest bet. Sure, Graziella and Mamie were a bit more responsible. But Grazi didn’t know much about anything medical and Mamie got grossed out by sneezing. Rhonda, however, had a lot of first aid knowledge. She was also one of the few girls who didn’t seem fussed over germs. He went to Action’s apartment because he knew Rhonda would be there. She was never at her own place.

Baby John knocked on the door and Action quickly opened it. “Hey buddy boy, what’s troublin’ ya? Ya look like ya’ve seen a ghost.” He chuckled, although he was worried.

“Is Rhonda here?”

“Yeah, when is she not? Rhon! C’mere, Baby John wants ya!” Action yelled into the apartment.

And sure enough, there was Rhonda. She leaned in the doorway, looking at the youngest jet. “Hiya Johnny. What’s up?” She asked.

Baby John hesitated before it all came spilling out. “Velma says Tessie’s got scarlet fever. And I wanted to help her but I don’t know anything. You do though! Or at least more than the rest of us do.”

She stared at him for a second, horrified. “My god, she’s had scarlet fever this whole time? Give me a second.” She walked back into the apartment.

“Hey, kid. Scarlet fever…that serious?” Action asked cluelessly, getting an annoyed look from Baby John.

Rhonda came back out, holding a bag. A first aid kit most likely. “C’mon, Johnny.” She slipped out of the apartment, quickly leaving. Action and Baby John followed her.

The walk to Tessie’s apartment was short. Usually, the Jets never went there. So Action seemed a little nervous. Her father wasn’t too fond of any of them. Yeah, Lieutenant Schrank was a real hardass.

When they arrived, Action practically pounded on the door. And it was Schrank who opened it, looking at the trio. “Uh uh. I don’t want any of you near my daughter, not right now.” He said, shooting a pointed look to the two boys.

Rhonda rolled her eyes before huffing. “Let me and Johnny in, please? I can help her and he really cares about her. Please, Lieutenant.” She wasn’t usually the type to suck up to cops. But she needed to be this time, she needed to see Tess.

Schrank sighed before stepping aside. “Just you two though. I’m serious, Action. I’ve got work.” He slipped past the teenagers, leaving the apartment building.

As soon as he left, Action ran a hand through his hair. “Rhon? Ya want me ta go and get the others?“ He asked.

“Yeah, keep em out here though unless she asks for em. I don’t wanna freak her out.”

Action nodded, quickly leaving. Meanwhile Rhonda and Baby John walked into the apartment. They went down the hallway until reaching Tessie’s small bedroom. Then they went inside.

Baby John had never seen anyone with scarlet fever. Not first hand anyway. Tessie, his dear Tessie, looked horrible. She certainly had the rash the name suggested, concentrated around her neck. Her face was all red, mostly on her cheeks. Her hair, usually in pin curls and looking nice, looked like it hadn’t been washed or brushed since she had gotten sick.

Tessie didn’t notice the two of them at first, she was so weak. Once she did though, tears pricked her eyes. She didn’t want anyone seeing her like this. Especially not Baby John. While they had been friends all their lives, they had only just started dating back in October. She looked up at them, letting out a painful sounding cough.

Rhonda rushed to her side, sitting down on her bed. “Oh, Tess.” She frowned, looking over her. She went through her bag, trying to figure out what could help her. Eventually, she found a small glass bottle, which had a paper label on it. It took her a few seconds before she realized what it was. Lemon oil and coconut oil mixed. She had it because…well better safe than sorry. She had a lot of home remedies. The blonde took a small rag out of her bag and poured a bit of the medicine on it. Then she slowly used it to rub down Tessie’s neck, knowing it would help relieve some of the pain. “Tess?“

“Hm?“

“Do you have any apple cider vinegar?”

“Mhm.”

“Can you tell me where?”

“Left cabinet above the fridge.” Tessie explained before letting out another painful cough.

“Johnny? Can ya bring me that, some honey, and a glass of warm water?” Rhonda instructed.

Baby John nodded and quickly ran out of the room, returning a minute later with what she asked. Rhonda took it from him, mixing in the apple cider vinegar and honey into the water. Another home remedy she knew. It would soothe some of her throat pain.

“Can ya drink this for me, sweetie? Slowly?” She asked, the younger girl nodding.

Rhonda got up and cooked her some soup and gave it to Baby John.

“Why are you-”

“We’re gonna have to wait for it to run its course. It ain’t serious, she should be alright by Monday. Just go in and sit with her. She wants you there more than anybody else.” She explained.

Baby John nodded and Rhonda left the apartment, likely to go sit with the other jets who had gathered outside. He went back into Tessie’s room, sitting at her side and helping her slowly eat.

“Ya really scared me, ya know.” He mumbled, reaching forward to slightly mess with her hair. That had always been a thing between them. Messing up the other’s hair.

Tessie nodded. “Ya probably think I look pathetic like this.” She sighed, her chin slightly wobbling. A sign she was about to cry. Of course he recognized that. He knew her for years, he could recognize any small sign on her.

He quickly shook his head. “I don’t! You’re…I really care about ya. And I don’t like seeing ya like this. But I could never think that you’re pathetic, Tess. Never.” He said, feeding her another bite of soup. Baby John wasn’t the best with romance, with caring about people. But Tessie was different. She brought out a different side of him.

#wss #the jet girls #wss fic #wss headcanon #wss headcanons #wss fanfic #wss jets #the jets #the jet couples #tessie wss #tessie west side story #baby john #baby john west side story #baby john x tessie

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westsideblog · 2 years

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Maria is a cat person and Tony is a dog person

In an alternative universe where they do get their happy ending Maria rescues a cat from the street a few months after they settled in their new home Tony is not sure about it but Maria is happy and he lets her keep it plus the kitty grows on him.

A few months later Tony gets a puppy and Maria is thrilled her little cat will finally have a friend.

#i get the most random ideas sometimes #west side story #west side story 2021 #tony west side story #maria west side story #wss hc #wss headcanon

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screechingnerdwombat · 2 years

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West Side Story 2021 Headcanon

I like to think of Abe as a protective older brother/father figure for Bernardo. Both men are fearless badasses who refuse to be intimidated by white supremacists. Abe adores Bernardo and utterly despises Riff. Being a man of color, Abe is all too familiar with the abuse dished out by racist white men.

#west side story #west side story 2021 #abe west side story 2021 #riff west side story #bernardo vasquez #riff disliker club #Abe to Riff:#keep bernaro's name out your fucking mouth #wss headcanon

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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riff lorton x shy!reader hc's

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requested by @luckyrabbits - hi! if requests are open, can i request something (fic or hcs are alright!) w riff lorton and a fem / gn reader who’s very shy? ty and have a great day!

word count: 500

a/n: sorry this took so long to make! and as a shy person myself, i totally loved this prompt lol. hope you like this 💗

pairing(s): riff lorton x fem!reader

riff first sees you when he stops by at doc’s. you’re working alongside tony and laughing at something he’s saying to you, one hand coming up a little self-consciously to cover your smile

riff melts on the spot

he bothers tony for next few days, trying to convince him to introduce the two of you

tony first says no, he knows you aren’t too comfortable around strangers

but riff manages to wear him down eventually

you’re a little scared when you first talk to him, and you’re really thankful that tony and riff manage to carry the conversation on their own with little input from you

but over time, talking to riff gets a little easier

until the mf starts flirting with you

my god, you get so flustered

riff’s a pretty smooth guy, with lots of confidence, he knows what he’s doing

you’re the exact opposite

the first time riff calls you “girly girl”, you get so flustered, you have to walk away to the staff room

he always keeps himself in check though

yes, he loves making you blush, but he never wants to actually make you uncomfortable, so he stays within his limits

he takes you out on multiple dates, usually in secluded places

originally, he did this so you’d feel better, but he ends up liking it more himself, it’s quality time with you AND he’s the sole receiver of all your attention

this isn’t always the case though

sometimes you insist on going dancing because you know all the jets are

and riff loves it too, but he won’t go without you

so you try and bear with it as much as you can

you’re too shy to dance in the hall with all the people milling about you though, so you encourage riff to dance with grazie and the other girls

and even if he does, he always manages to find his way back to you

will probably drag you out of the hall to dance in the parking lot

the music is muted, he sings along to it as he sways you around before pulling you into a kiss

you melt against him, knees unsteady, thankful for the arm he secures around your waist to keep you standing

riff’s also great at extracting you from social situations you don’t want to be in

all you have to do is tug on his sleeve once, and he’ll offer the people around you a pleasant smile and believable excuse before whisking you away

he’s usually the one to initiate physical touch, but on the rare occasions that you do?? fucking dead

just imagine, dragging him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss you?? out of absolutely nowhere?

he always makes the most surprised gasp, too

it fuels your ego, gives you the very necessary confidence boost that you need

riff kind of tends to keep the jets away from you, they’re a really loud and often rude gang

he knows you don’t need to be a part of a crowd like that, so the only jets you properly know are riff and tony

all in all, he’s a great boyfriend, and he finds your shyness endearing instead of annoying

it’s just one of the many things he’s loves about you :)

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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if requests r still open i would love to request some jealous riff from west side story headcanons! Just some simple stuff of riff meeting genderneutral!readers ex lol. ty for reading <33

Riff Heacanons: Jealousy.

Warnings: Swearing lol

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Just some headcanons with our little boy Riff.

Author's note: again, sorry sorry sorry for taking so long to answer :( i've been busy and unmotivated. i feel like this is very short, sorry again, but i hope you like it!! criticism is appreciated, and request are still open.

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riff is a jealous dude.

it's not that he doesn't trust you --- he does, especially if he's daying you for real ---, it's more like he doesn't trust other people around you because, for him, you're everything good in this world, the hope he had lost.

but he still trusts you to tell them to fuck off if they try to make a move.

he's very physical, not only when he's jealous, but when he is you can bet he's gonna have an arm around your waist or directly eat your face out in front of whoever you are.

he's the kind that watches from a corner that interaction he thinks it's shady, narrowing his eyes and with his jaw tightly clenched.

barging into your conversations like that has always get him in trouble with you because you love him but you like your bondaries and the trust, but he swears it's because he loves you.

poor baby is so scared you'll find someone better than him (in his opinion, this is incredibly easy) and leave him.

reassuring is something you had never imagined you would have to do with him, but it's very common for him to end up going mute as you try to tell him there's no one that could steal your attention like he still does everyday.

anyways, going to the point,,,

let's say that your ex isn't part of the jets (not of the sharks, either), and neither are you because that would include a whole shit ass explanation of why you ended up with riff --- you just did, alright? :D

okay so let's say you're going on about your day in the jet part of the neighborhood, running some errands, knowing that riff is watching you from the corner of the street where he's at with his boys.

you've grown very fond of his attention, little gestures like those --- he watches over you from the place he's at, so he doesn't overwhelm you contantly with his bubbly persona but showing he still cares.

and uh-oh, now you're facing your ex.

things didn't end up great between you two, although it wasn't too bad either. still, you would've liked to run away from that situation, but before you can turn around and act like you haven't seen them before they lay eyes on you, they wave their hand at you and you're doomed to make some small talk with them.

your ex has always been a very charismatic and friendly person, which leads into you two talking probably more than what you've expected.

and riff noticed this from his place in the street.

he's able to wait for ten solid minutes before he pats diesel in the shoulder and he starts walking towards you two, unbothered face but a strong glimmer in his eyes.

you know it's him as soon as he rests his calloused hand on your waist, squeezing lightly --- the kind of squeeze he gives when he gets jealous.

the signs of him being jealous are easy to pick on, but you still look up to him when he reaches you, watching amusedly how serious yet cool he looks --- he tries too hard, you'd notice even with a blindfold.

"hey, buddy boy."

that's the cue for you to put your hand on top of his, to keep him grounded from saying something too harsh.

it makes him relax every time, that touch of security that let's him know he still has that special connection with you he can't describe.

your ex is a nice person and them doesn't notice that riff is jealous, and you're smart enough to instantly introduce riff as your boyfriend.

the thing ends happily, like it usually does.

sometimes, though, riff would go a bit out of leash when the person talking to you is shamelessly flirty to you with him still there.

he has never throw hands because he knows you don't like violence, especially not when it's about you.

but sometimes his snarky remarks annoy you a bit.

you always forgive him, though, because he ends up apologizing sooner or later and you'll always work things out <3

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scottyzoomz · 15 days

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yapping ( got motivated n inspired by hops:3 )

Riff is the type of guy to drink coffee and eat donuts in 12;38 pm and drink another cup of coffee at 1:03 pm.

Maria, she's a sweet girl, she definitely knows how to make tons of types of tea her favorite being flower tea or something. She knows how to talk, and by talk probably insult them to the words you don't know because the person she's insulting has a limited vocabulary.

Anyways, to any of my writer friends, or something, can anybody write the headcanon I made about post-rumvle baby John?? (NO PRESSURE, IM JUST BAD WRITING STORIES)

So.. Baby john would always visit Tony n Riffs grave every month, he would give them small gifts, but it's something special from him, he would often visit with mouthpiece, diesel, or anybodys. And is kinda chill with the Sharks now. And everytime he would visit their grave he would just.. well tear up, since yknow HE WAS TWELVE WHEN IT ALL HAPPENS. He now has attachment issues. BOOM 😱😱

#scotty:rants #scotty:yapping #Wss headcanons

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playitcoolboy · 2 years

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Hi, would you be willing to share more of your head cannons? I absolutely love them and also, I am starved of Riff x Tony content and it seems like you are one of very few people that supply enjoyable stories about it. Hope you have a good day :)

Hey! Thank you for asking! I’d be more than happy share some more headcanons, and yes I do have more Tony x Riff content coming soon. School is kicking my ass at the moment haha, but in the meantime I will give you some Tony x Riff headcanons! Hope this makes your day better, and I hope you have a great day :)

Riff once played guitar to Tony, and ever since then Tony begs for Riff to play it again, but Riff rarely budges

Riff loves to embarrass Tony in front of the Jets despite the fact Tony has much more blackmail on Riff

One day Riff brought a stray dog he found home, and Tony said he didn’t want the dog in the house. The next day, the dog and Tony are best friends

Tony and Riff always slept together in the beginning days of the Jets, not in a couple way, but just as best friends

Riff hates being in love with Tony because he feels comfortable enough around Tony to actually let his walls down and that scares him

When Riff and Tony get married, Riff puts his ring on a necklace to be able to hide it better

When Riff wants to open up, both Riff and Tony go into a room and turn off the lights, both of them are blindfolded as well. Riff then opens up to Tony, and he only does this with the lights off and both of them are blindfolded. its the fact they can’t see each other that makes Riff feel comfortable to open up to Tony

Riff stays up until midnight every night to kiss Tony on the lips as his way of saying “I’m here today”

Love to slow dance at night in open fields

Tony is an overworked wine aunt and the one to always bail Riff out of jail

They get matching tattoos because they can’t get married legally

All the Jets know about Tony and Riff’s relationship(duh), and they offered to help them get married in secret

Riff loves to get Tony flowers whenever he can and he hand delivers them to Tony while he’s working

When Riff proposes, he does so with a ring his father gave him. Once Riff gets a ring of his own, he puts it in a necklace so people didn’t get suspicious that both him and Tony have a ring

Often slow dance together at night

Those are to only name a few :)) hope you enjoy!

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riffheartsgraziella · 2 years

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Riff x Graziella HC - The Day Riff, Jr. Was Born

A/N: This one ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope you enjoy!

Graziella had been struggling with intense discomfort all day. As petite as she was, these last few weeks of her pregnancy had been particularly challenging as her womb stretched itself to its limits, her belly bulging hard and swollen. The baby had been on the move constantly, pressing down roughly on her pelvis and kicking harder than ever. He certainly wasn’t going easy on her. Somehow, that fact reminded her of Riff and made her smile despite the unbearable ache of missing him. Even the simplest tasks, like getting up out of a chair and walking around the room, exhausted her, so she had pretty much been sticking to the four walls of her bedroom at Velma’s apartment. Thankfully, the frigid February winds had been keeping everyone indoors as of late, so she didn’t feel like she was missing out on too much. And the girls always came by to keep her company. “Can yous believe he’s gonna be here soon?” Mamie was chattering excitedly, cooing over the baby clothes she was tenderly folding. The Jet girls had thrown Grazi a little baby shower last month and now they were making sure to help her organize everything before the baby finally arrived.

“I can’t! It seems like just yesterday we found out about him,” Rhonda laughed, sitting down beside Grazi on the bed and resting a hand on her rounded belly. “Really? I feel like Grazi’s been pregnant forever,” Karen teased, throwing a wink over at her as she carefully folded the blankets Grazi had been gifted. “Trust me, I feel like it, too,” Graziella laughed, resting both hands atop her protruding stomach. “God, I’m like a whale.” “Ya ain’t! Don’t say that!” Velma insisted, looking over at her from where she was setting some stuffed animals in the little bassinet across the room. “Yer the most beautiful pregnant girl there ever was!” Mamie told her, nodding her head for emphasis. “Yous have ta say that ’cause yer—oh!” Graziella let out a sudden groan as she tried to shift in bed. “What is it?” Velma demanded, all of the girls frantically turning their full attention towards her. “Nothin’!” Grazi insisted, waving her hand. “I’ve been feelin’ a little uncomfortable today, but it’s just ’cause this little monster won’t stop kickin’ me,” she grinned, poking her belly playfully. “Are ya sure, Grazi?” Velma asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, ya are gettin’ kinda close. The doctor said it could be any day now.” “I’m sure. It’s really not—” Before Graziella could even finish her sentence, she let out a loud gasp of surprise and glanced down at the blanket beneath her. It was suddenly completely soaked, as was the nightgown she was wearing. “Grazi! Did yer water just break?” Rhonda gasped, shooting straight up and staring down at her friend with wide eyes. Karen, Mamie, and Velma squealed and ran over to the bed as well, hovering anxiously with outstretched hands. “Oh my God! My water broke!” Grazi cried, her face devoid of all color. “Don’t panic! Nobody panic!” Karen insisted calmly, shooting pointed looks at the other girls. “It’s all gonna be fine, Grazi,” she added, gently touching her friend’s cheek. “I’m gonna call Mouthpiece! He’ll tell everyone!” Velma declared, hurrying out of the room to grab the telephone in the family room of her apartment. Her parents were away for the weekend, so they wouldn’t be able to assist them, but the Jets would take care of things for them. “Tell him ta tell Diesel! He can see about gettin’ a car ta bring Grazi ta the hospital!” Mamie cried, following Velma out of the room. “Good thing we already started packin’ yer hospital bag,” Rhonda said, running over to the corner of the room and snatching it up. “Grazi? Grazi, breathe,” Karen told her gently, noticing how pale her friend had become. “It’s all gonna be okay. The baby’s gonna be here soon!” She sat down beside her and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Oh, God, he’s comin’. He’s comin’ now!” Graziella exclaimed, panic blazing in her eyes. She’d been unable to think about anything but finally getting to hold her baby in her arms, but now that the moment was here, she was terrified. “What if I can’t do it? What if we don’t get ta the hospital in time? What if I—” “Grazi!“ Karen said sternly, ever the rational voice of reason. She grabbed her by the shoulders. “If anyone can do this, it’s you. We’re gonna get ya there. We’re gonna be with ya the whole time. Just breathe.” Graziella nodded and did her best to take deep breaths as Karen and Rhonda helped her out of bed and dressed her as quickly as possible. She breathed as the contractions started to take hold of her, causing her womb to clench painfully. She breathed as Karen, Rhonda, Velma, and Mamie helped her down the stairs of the apartment building, assuring her that the boys would be there soon. She even breathed as Diesel frantically drove up onto the curb in an old station wagon, nearly hitting the fire hydrant outside Velma’s building in the process. “Hey, Grazi!” Diesel panted, hands on his hips as he tried to catch his breath. “Alright, everyone else is on their way ta the hospital, so we gotta go. Like, now. ’Cause I gotta get this car back,” he added, looking nervous. “Who’d ya borrow it from?” Mamie asked as the other girls helped Graziella into the backseat. “Well…there wasn’t really anyone around ta ask, so I sorta maybe hotwired this one,” Diesel admitted slowly. “Diesel!” Mamie cried, slapping his arm. “I’m gonna bring it right back!” Diesel insisted, hurrying Mamie into the passenger seat. “That’s why we gotta move!” “Oh, yeah, that’s why. Not ’cause I’m back here goin’ into labor or anythin’,” Graziella said through gritted teeth, clutching her stomach as another contraction passed through her. “Drive, Diesel!” Rhonda exclaimed. Drive he did. Going at madman speed, even racing past a few Stop signs, much to Mamie’s horror, Diesel got all of them to the hospital in record time. “I’ll meet yous back here!” Diesel called out the window once all of the girls had safely exited the station wagon. “I’m gonna bring this back,” he explained, throwing an apologetic look in Mamie’s direction before driving off. “God, at least he got us here fast,” Velma said, shaking her head as they worked together to get Grazi inside. Mouthpiece had gotten the word out fast, as he usually did, and the Jets had assembled quickly, as was their fashion. By the time the girls entered the waiting room, the entire remainder of the gang was there, gasping in relief when they saw them. “There yous are! What the hell took so long?” Gussie demanded. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe the baby’s comin’!” Tessie exclaimed, her eyes wide with delighted excitement as she and Sweden both bounced on the balls of their feet. “Tiger an’ Ice are tryin’ ta get ya checked in, since we knew yous were on the way,” Mack explained, pointing to the receptionist’s desk, where both Ice and Tiger were gesturing wildly. “She’s here!” Maxie yelled over to them. The few people sitting in the waiting room who happened to not be members of the Jets just stared, slack-jawed, at the group of more than twenty rowdy teenagers yelling orders at each other from every corner of the room. “Here, Baby John, hold this,” Rhonda insisted, hastily shoving Graziella’s hospital bag into the youngest Jet’s arms. “What do I do with it?” Baby John asked nervously, but everyone else was too preoccupied to pay him much mind. Karen went to check in with Ice and see what was happening, while Velma and Tessie led Grazi over to a chair, encouraging her to keep breathing through each painful contraction. “Here, Grazi! These are supposed ta be good for ya,” Sorella said, handing her a cup of ice chips. “Nat an’ I went an’ got ’em from the cafeteria.” “What the hell is takin’ so long?” A-Rab demanded from his spot on the couch beside Dot, who was anxiously sucking on a lollipop. “Ain’t they see we got a lady with a baby here?” “Yeah, what is takin’ so long?” Action joined in, rising from his spot near Rhonda. “Hey! You!” he called out, getting a nurse’s attention. “What the hell is takin’ so long? Our friend’s havin’ a baby here,” he told her, pointing at Graziella. “Sir, I can see that. You’re all just going to have to wait a moment,” the nurse responded, looking harried. “Wait for what?!” A-Rab cut in, glaring. “For her ta have the baby in the damn waitin’ room?” Graziella groaned at that and Dot slapped her boyfriend’s arm. “Sir…” the nurse began, arching an irritated brow. “Why don’t yous move yer fuckin’ asses a little bit?” Action snapped. “Action!” Rhonda exclaimed, her turn now to slap her boyfriend’s arm. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask the both of you to leave. Now,” the nurse said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Action and A-Rab. “What?! But we—” “Now. Unless you’d like me to call security,” the woman threatened. “Would you two idiots just go wait downstairs before you stress Grazi out even more?” Dot scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But it’s cold outside,” A-Rab frowned. “Shoulda thought o’ that before yous mouthed off,” Rhonda said, throwing Action’s jacket at him. Heads down like a couple of schoolboys, Action and A-Rab had no choice but to head downstairs and wait for the news of the baby’s arrival outside. “Oh, God, what is takin’ so long?” Grazi asked, sweat beading on her brow despite the freezing winter weather outside. She squeezed Tessie’s hand tightly, wincing through the pain of yet another contraction. “I’m sure they’ll be ready for ya soon,” Velma said, biting her lip as she rubbed Grazi’s back soothingly. Sure enough, one of the nurses soon called Graziella’s name, while another arrived with a wheelchair to escort her to the delivery room. She was told that she could bring two people with her. “Is one of them the father?” one of the nurses asked, looking with wide eyes at the group of Jets scattered throughout the waiting room. “No,” Graziella replied quietly, her heart pierced through at the question, which had been innocently asked. It’s not like the nurse could have known. “No, he’s gone.” Something about the look on Grazi’s face must have told the nurse it was better not to ask anymore questions. “Okay, well you still get to have two people with you.” In the end, Graziella chose Velma and Mamie. They were her two oldest friends, and they’d been through everything with her since she was a little girl. They’d see her through this, too, just like they’d seen her through everything else. “Good luck, Grazi!” Tat called out, waving and blowing her a kiss as the nurse started to wheel her away. The rest of the group echoed her, waving and sending Graziella off with all their good wishes. “We’ll be here waitin’ for ya!” Ice called out, offering Grazi an encouraging smile as she gazed back one last time at her dearest friends in the whole world. They wouldn’t have to wait too long, it would seem. By the time Graziella was finally settled in a hospital bed, one of the nurses declared that she was already nearly eight centimeters dilated. “You’ll be ready to push soon, honey,” she told her, patting her knee with a comforting hand. “I’ll go get Dr. Dupont.” Thankfully, her doctor was on call tonight. “Yer doin’ great, sweetie,” Mamie said brightly, squeezing her hand and wiping at her forehead with a damp washcloth. “Really, Grazi, we’re so proud o’ ya,” Velma nodded, brushing a few sweaty locks of blonde hair off Graziella’s neck. “I can’t believe he’s really comin’,” Graziella murmured, gazing up at the ceiling as a massive wave of emotion came crashing down over her. “Oh, God, he’s really comin’. He’s comin’ an’…an’ Riff ain’t here!” she wept, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “Oh, sweetie,” Mamie murmured softly, tears glistening in her own eyes. “Oh, Grazi,” Velma said gently, hugging her friend as best she could given the circumstances. Both she and Mamie knew that all they could do was be there for her, as they had been every day since that awful night last summer. A few moments later, Dr. Dupont appeared and examined Graziella, declaring that she was ready to start pushing. “Okay, it’s now or never, Grazi,” Velma said, squeezing her hand encouragingly. “We’re right here,” Mamie promised, smiling in support. Graziella had known labor would be difficult, that it would be painful. But knowing something in your brain and experiencing it firsthand are two totally different things. As she began to bear down, trying to force her baby down the birth canal, Graziella didn’t think she had ever been in so much pain in her entire life. She screamed in agony as Velma and Mamie held her knees, whispering encouraging words that she could hardly process. “Breathe, sweetie, breathe!” Mamie instructed. “You’re doing wonderfully, Graziella. Keep pushing for me now,” Dr. Dupont said, monitoring the baby’s progress as she pushed as hard as she felt she was physically capable of. “Keep going!” Graziella collapsed back against the pillows, panting and crying and sweating. “I can’t! I can’t!” “Yes, you can, Graziella! I see the baby’s head now. Come on, honey,” he encouraged her kindly. “Ya can do it, Grazi,” Velma said, wiping at her brow with a washcloth. “We’re right here. Yer doin’ great.” “The baby’s almost here, Grazi,” Mamie added, squeezing her shoulder gently. “Ya can do it. Just think o’ Riff. Think o’ how proud he’d be o’ ya. Think about how he’d be tellin’ ya ta keep goin’,” she said softly. Squeezing her eyes shut, Graziella took Mamie’s advice. She pictured Riff there beside her, holding her hand and pressing kisses to her sweaty forehead. She pictured the way he’d be smiling at her, teasing her, pushing her to keep going, the way he always did. She imagined what it would like to hear him say, “Yer doin’ great, girly girl. Yer almost there. Ya can do this.” She imagined how proud he’d be to hold his child in his arms for the very first time. “Almost there! One more big push!” Dr. Dupont called out, giving Graziella the motivation she needed to bear down hard one last time, a loud cry tearing from her throat as she did so. Then suddenly, with a whoosh and a loud cry, her child entered the world. The room, which had been filled with the sound of Graziella’s cries just seconds before, was now filled with the cries of a tiny baby taking in his first breaths. “Congratulations! You have a son!” Dr. Dupont announced, holding the squirming baby up in the air as he carefully examined him. Graziella wept at the news. A son. Riff’s son. She knew it would be a boy! “You have a perfectly healthy son,” Dr. Dupont said again, smiling as he carefully placed the baby in Graziella’s waiting arms. Velma and Mamie both wept as well as they looked down at his perfect little face. “He’s an angel,” Mamie breathed out reverently, lightly stroking his cheek with one finger. “He really is perfect,” Velma cooed, touching his hand gently. Graziella didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel such love. As she gazed down at the sweet baby in her arms, the last gift Riff had given her, she thought her heart might actually burst. It didn’t seem possible that her heart could possibly contain such love and not explode. She ran one finger down her son’s cheek, admiring the silky softness of his skin. His little mouth opened and closed as he gazed up at her sleepily, his eyes already starting to drift closed. Weeping, she held him close and pressed soft kisses to the top of his downy head. Dr. Dupont and the nurses smiled and turned to give them a moment’s privacy, but one of the nurses turned back at the last minute. “Have you thought of a name?” she asked curiously. “Riff,” Graziella told her without hesitation. “His name is Riff. Just like his daddy.” “Welcome to the world, Riff,” the nurse responded with a smile, turning again to leave the room. “We’ll give the two o’ yous some time alone together while we go tell everyone the good news,” Mamie said, kissing both Grazi and the baby on the forehead. “Ya did amazin’, Grazi,” Velma told her proudly, rising to follow Mamie out of the room. When the two of them appeared in the waiting room a few minutes later, everyone was on the edge of their seats, staring up at them expectantly. “It’s a boy!” they screamed together, throwing themselves into Diesel’s and Mouthpiece’s arms. All of the Jets erupted, cheering and screaming and crying as they clung to one another in excitement. Even those who had been staring at them earlier in the evening couldn’t help but smile at the scene before them now. Rhonda and Dot hurried downstairs and out onto the freezing cold sidewalk to throw themselves ecstatically into Action’s and A-Rab’s waiting arms. “A boy!” Rhonda cheered as Action swung her around excitedly. “Grazi has a son!” Dot laughed as A-Rab held onto her tightly. A little while later, once the baby had been thoroughly examined by Dr. Dupont and cleaned up by the nurses, Grazi and Riff, Jr. were able to start receiving their visitors. “I don’t think they can all come in here at once,” the nurse who had asked for Riff’s name said skeptically, eyeing the large number of guests who were waiting to see the newest member of the Jets. “Please,” Graziella begged, smiling tiredly as she cradled Riff, Jr. in her arms. “Just for a little while.” The nurse sighed, looking up and down the hallway surreptitiously. “Fine. Only for a few minutes,” she insisted, quickly waving the Jets in. The room was immediately filled to the brim as all of the Jets and their girlfriends crowded into the room. The boys had scrounged together what money they had to buy Grazi a huge bouquet of flowers, which Baby John proudly placed on the table beside her hospital bed. “He’s so small,” Diesel commented from where he stood behind Mamie, hands resting on her shoulders. “I mean, I know he’s a baby an’ all, but…” “Hard ta believe any o’ us was ever that small,” Big Deal chuckled, his arm around Natalie’s waist. “Say hi, Riff,” Graziella said softly, waving his tiny hand gently. Grinning, she looked up at all of them. “Might take him a little while ta learn everyone’s nicknames,” she teased. “That’s alright. We got time,” Ice replied with a smile, his arm wrapped tightly around Karen. “He looks like Riff,” Baby John said softly as they all stared down at the little baby in Grazi’s arms, the last piece they had left of their friend and leader. “Shit, man,” Action muttered, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. The nurse he and A-Rab had yelled at had graciously allowed them back inside after Rhonda and Dot forced them to apologize. Within seconds, there wasn’t a dry eye in the hospital room as they all mourned the one person who should be there more than anyone else. The sight of Riff’s son had made all of them come undone. Riff might be gone, but he would live on through this child that he and Grazi had made, this child who brought them all a sense of hope in a world that was sorely lacking it. “We ain’t gotta talk about this again after tonight,” A-Rab insisted as he wiped at his eyes, which made them all laugh. “Alright, you guys, rules are rules. Time to let mommy and baby get some rest,” the nurse told them, popping her head back into the room. “You can come back to visit tomorrow. Maybe in smaller groups,” she added. Everyone gave Grazi and the baby a kiss as they left the room, promising that they’d be back soon and gushing about how sweet Riff, Jr. was. And then it was just Graziella and her son. The room felt strangely quiet with everyone gone, but Graziella reveled in the chance to get to whisper to her baby boy, just the two of them. “Hello, my little love,” Grazi said softly, lifting his tiny fist in one hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I’m yer mommy. An’ I love ya so much. I love ya more than anythin’ in this world,” she murmured, rocking him slowly in her arms. “Yer a miracle. The last gift yer daddy gave me. Yer named after yer daddy, ya know. I can’t wait ta tell ya all about him.” Lowering her head, she pressed a tender kiss to her son’s forehead. “I did it, Riff,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched at his Miraculous Medal with her free hand. “I did it. Our baby’s here. I wish ya were here, too.” She swallowed back the grief that was always just beneath the surface. “But I know ya are. I could feel ya, just like Mamie said. I miss ya, baby. Watch over us, would ya? Watch over yer son.” She wasn’t sure if it was her exhausted delirium, but in that moment Graziella could have sworn that she felt the brush of gentle fingers across her cheek. As she gazed down at her son, his eyes opened and locked onto hers, holding her captive. “Hi, Riff,” she whispered, smiling for them both.

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What do you think happened after west side story ended to all the other characters that were left behind? (Docs wife, Maria, Anita, jets, sharks etc)

Haha "doc's wife".

Valentina keeps up Doc's as long as she can, but she's pretty old — hopefully she retires! I think Anita probably did go back to PR — I think a major appeal of fix-its is keeping her in NYC. Maria marries Chino. <3 The Jets disband and scatter (and learn and grow?? Probably not but we can dream). The Sharks stay tight but also move, hopefully together.

#wss #headcanon #ask #anon

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hi!! could u write yandere scout <3 prompt is all yours 🫶 love u

╰﹒RED FACED LOSER!

Yandere Red/Blu Scout headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, some fluffs? obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, implied invasion of privacy and cloth stealing, implied future forced relationship, ooc?, not proofread

↳ genre: romantic

↳ a/n: Hi! Sorry this took pretty long, didn't have much time and motivation to write so i wss just able to write it just and it's sorta crappy :")

It was long ago, Jeremy first met you when he was on yet another run from his brothers and wasn't paying attention where he was going, causing him to bump into you and throwing the both of you onto the ground.

He'd hastily help you up and picking all the things you had dropped and hurriedly saying sorry before running off. You could only gawk slightly before snapping out of it and continuing with your day.

After weeks, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter until the day you finally met your roomate. And it was that boy again! He seem also surprised meeting you aswell making your first introduction bit awkward but eventually you both melt into a good long conversation. You two quickly became good friends and you'd often help him with his assigments he couldn't do. At times he'd get bit embarassed and tried to repay you with a box of pizza in return.

When you're working on some project, he'd be a little stubborn and try to persuade you to join him instead for the evening to go hang with his other friends, though you'd often decline.

Sometimes he'd also borrow your jacket with the excuse his is on the laundry. Or even using some of your stationary and more often than not even forgets to give it back, so you'd always have to remind him.

Though once you lost your jacket, jeremy was quick to give you the biggest puppy eyes he could do and convice you that you'd probably forgotten it somewhere when you just asked if he knew where it is-

Jeremy would definitely take you on various 'hangouts' (it's really is a date but he's too embarassed and bit shy to tell you at the time) like watching a drive in romantic movie or trying to share the same milkshake with you. He'd even put his arm around your shoulder, you didn't think much of it, but his heart is thumping real hard.

As time went on however, you notice he was slowing stopping and skipping his classes. It was abit subtle at first, telling you that he was simply feeling unwell. Though overtime, he began skipping whole one, two and so on. Soon you'd hear several rumors from other students that he'd drop out. You feel a little saddend, his disapperance was so sudden! And when you returned back to your dorm, most of his stuffs were missing, save for the few insignificant things here and there. You were baffled and wished he could've said a goodbye but you finally accepted it and went to try moving on. Mysteriously though, some of your belongings seem to be gone too, and you can seem to find them anywhere.

Years passed and today you're going to finally start your first day of your job. You felt little nervous as you walk down the hall. after all you are still quite unexperienced. And hearing about the guys you're going to be working with from your contractor doesn't make it any much better. They said some of them were rude, easily hostile and even insane. Or dumb. You tried reassure yourself, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Your contractor is probably just exaggerating bit too much, you thought as you open the door.

Seconds after that you heard an audible gasp and fast footsteps, before you know it, hands yanked you closer to the person's body and giving you the tighest hug ever. "Ohh babe! I thought i'd never see you again!" Said the man- and you instantlu regonized that voice. Even after years, his voice still hasn't changed much. You pulled back a little, flabbergasted. "Jeremy??" You questioned. He finally let go of you saying, "Hm? Yeah sweetheart? Ohh don't say you'd almost forgotten me there!" He exclaimed as if he had not just suddenly disappeared years and just went back from playing the arcade he usually hang out in. "What are you doing here?-"

"Tthat's a question i should be asking, Why are you here? Didn't you finally got your dream job? But anyway, i'm just happy that you're here!" He replied. You let out a sad sigh at that, "well yea-i mean no.. it's pretty complicated."

"Hey hey don't be upset. Sorry, i really didn't mean to ruin the mood. So listen, how 'bout we get some milkshakes huh? I'll pay for the both of us!" Jeremy declared. You thought for a second. "That.. would be great. Thanks jeremy." "Just call me scout, sweetie. That name is for the old me." He half joked. After all, his old self is just so stupid and childish for letting you go and even upsetting you for not even saying a goodbye or even able to confess before leaving. Well, don't worry now. He's new now. He would finally confess his habored feelings and he'll never be stupid enough again to ever say goodbye, ever.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

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