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Chapter Two

A/N: chapter two to the amelia, taryn, newt maze runner fic!!!

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“I have no idea where that little bugger got off to.” Newt said, mostly to himself.

The girl smiled a little to herself. Newt was already a semi trusted person for her.

Considering he was the only one that seemed to care, he was a comforting presence to her.

“Chuckie! There you are, mate.” Newt clapped a small boy on the shoulder. His corkscrew curls were askew and his round cheeks were red. He smiled proudly at Newt, as if being sought out was an accomplishment.

It seemed as though this was the case for this young boy. The girl took note of his dirty clothes, rumpled hair and gloves, and determined that he probably had some sort of janitorial duties. He was probably eager to avoid those, thus being needed by the second in command was as good of an excuse as any.

“What’s up, Newt?” He threw his gloves in the bucket.

“I’d like you to meet our newest Greenie,” The girl stepped out from behind Newt and gave a shy wave.

“Holy shuck! I heard rumors about a girl, but I thought it was someone trying to pull my leg,” Chuck stood, seemingly awestruck. The girl giggled.

“Close your trap, Chuck, flies’ll get in.” Chuck’s cheeks reddened at Newt’s command, but his smile quickly returned.

“Do you remember your name yet?”

She shook her head.

“That’s okay! My name’s Chuck, and I was the Greenie before you. I klunked my pants three times before they even got me out of the box.” Newt grimaced, probably remembering.

“K-what?” She asked, eyes narrowed. The connotation of the word seemed negative, and to lead to something she didn’t necessarily want to know about.

“It means sh-” Newt clamped a large hand over Chuck’s mouth. She looked at Newt, eyebrows raised.

“Nothin’. You’ll get the hang of the Glade slang later. Anyway, Chuck is gonna show you to the kitchen, it’s almost time for dinner. Eatin’ something might make your headache go away.” At the mention, the pulsing began again.

“Okay.” She was afraid to chance a nod and make her headache worse again. Newt nodded.

“Good that.” He went off in another direction, leaving her with Chuck.

“Follow me, Greenbean! Kitchens thisaway! You came in on a good day, Frypan should be making stew today. It’s really good! Frypan gets a lot of shit for his food, but it is actually pretty good.”

A few Gladers were already lined up, bowls at the ready. Chuck grabbed two bowls and handed one to the girl.

They sat at a picnic table near the back and ate in silence for a few minutes, before Newt joined them.

“How’s your first dinner in the Glade?” He asked, spooning stew into his mouth.

The girl nodded, mid swallow.

Newt smiled a little. “Good that. Any luck on the name?”

“Not yet.”

He nodded and took another bite of stew.

“Hey, Newt, are we still having the welcome bonfire tonight?” Chuck asked.

“You know it, Chuckie boy.” The girl looked at Newt.

“It’s sort of a welcoming party,” Newt swallowed another bite of stew. “We started that tradition a few Greenies ago, usually helps the new ones get acclimated with the others.”

She nodded.

“It’s a lot of fun! Gally makes this crazy concoction, but I wasn’t allowed to have any last time since I was the Greenie. Hopefully they’ll let me have some this time!” Chuck grinned, leaving the bench to see if he could get seconds.

Newt glanced at the girl, grinning.

“It wasn’t because he was the Greenie,” He said. “It’s because it’s got some alcohol in it and he’s just a kid.”

The girl giggled at the thought of the Gladers drinking some weird drink that made their minds go to mush. She was excited to see what that did to Newt.

Chuck was a sweet kid, but there was something about Newt that just made her feel so at ease.

It could’ve been his accent, his attempts to make her more comfortable by being gentle with her, being her friend.

Chuck returned a minute later, sans seconds. Newt and the Greenie finished their stew in silence, clearing their plates and returning to the heart of the Glade to get the bonfire started.

Several boys surrounded the large pile of wood in the center of the Glade, Newt and Alby included. They all had torches and after a count of three, tossed them all into the wood pile at once. The wood immediately ignited, earning a cheer from the surrounding Gladers.

“Let’s get this party started!” Alby called, earning another cheer from the boys.

She watched as the Glade came together, surrounding the fire, a nearby sandpit, and a grill that was already being lit.

Frypan stood above the grill, tossing skewers onto it. Boys were already lined up with plates.

The Greenie giggled to herself.

Not even an hour after dinner.

Gally was nearby, stirring a giant pot with mason jars at the ready. He started spooning out varying proportions of the amber liquid that was coming from the pot, handing the jars out to various Gladers. The Greenie decided to avoid partaking until she was more comfortable around the others and in the Glade.

Tired of standing, the new girl decides to sit and lean against a log, a few feet away from the fire. She rubbed her temples gently, noticing suddenly that her headache had finally subsided.

Newt was right. Eating really did help my headache.

She sat there for another minute, thinking through the events of the day. The ride up in the box and hitting her head against the floor seemed so far away.

Taryn.

She sat up a little straighter, startled. Was that her name?

Taryn.

It sounded familiar in her head, weirdly like greeting an old friend or finding something important you had lost long ago. Taryn smiled to herself. She finally had a piece of herself, and that was her name.

Taryn shivered and realized that it was getting colder as the sun was going down. She stood from her place beside the log and moved to a log that was much closer to the bonfire. She leaned against the closer log and stretched her legs out in front of her.

“Hey!” Taryn snaps her head up to see Newt approaching her, just as she makes eye contact with a boy who was staring at her from across the fire, munching on something on a stick.

“Hey,” She grins with a smile. Newt plops himself down next to her, taking a long drag from Gally’s drink.

“How are you enjoying yourself, guest of honor?” Taryn smiled at the way he said “honor.”

“I’m good. I had to get closer to the fire because I was getting cold,” Newt nodded in acknowledgement, taking another drink.

“Have you gotten yourself anything to eat or drink?” He asked.

“No, not yet. I don’t know what exactly is in that drink, and I’m not sure I’m ready to find out.” She laughed a little. Newt liked the sound of her laugh.

“Yeah,” He replied. “I can’t quite say I blame you.”

The pair was quiet for a minute or two.

“Taryn, by the way.”

“S’cuse me?”

“Taryn. My name. It’s Taryn. I remembered.”

“Taryn,” Newt said, testing out the name. “I like it. Suits you quite well.”

“How’s that?” She asked. Newt muttered something she didn’t quite understand. “What was that?”

“S’pretty. Like you.” He repeated, still quiet. Taryn grinned to herself a little.

“Well, thank you Newt.” She said.

Just as Newt was about to respond, Chuck walked by, taking a long drag from Gally’s drink.

“Hey!” Taryn called out, catching up to Chuck within a few strides. “Gimme that!” She took the drink from Chuck and held it out of his reach.

“No faaaiirrrr!” Chuck whined.

“No fair?! You’re just a kid! No adult drinks for you,” He pouted and stomped off, presumably to watch the fights that were going on at the sandpit.

Taryn returned to her spot beside Newt and took a drink from the confiscated liquor.

“Euch,” She said upon swallowing. “How can you guys drink this stuff?”

“Puts some hair on your chest,” Was Newt’s response.

“Mhm.”

Newt stood abruptly, finished the rest of the drink by throwing it back, and stalked off in the direction of the cook and the pot.

Taryn sat by herself for the duration Newt was gone, just observing the other Gladers. Hearing the noises of an evening in the Glade.

“You hear that?” She jumped a little, not realizing Newt had returned.

“Yeah, what is that? It sounds like stone scraping.”

“It is. That’s the maze, changin’ and movin’.” “The maze? What maze?” Newt just smiled and rested his arm behind her, on the log.

“Yeah. Out there, beyond those doors is a giant maze.” He took another drink.

“Wow.” There was not much for Taryn to say beyond just wow. She truly was wowed by the power of this place.

“Taryn,” He says, looking away from her.

“Yeah?”

“Just testing out the name. Like I said before, it’s quite beautiful. Like you.” He said the last part very quietly, but enough for Taryn to hear. She raised her hand, the sudden movement causing Newt to look at her.

Their faces were close.

She gently brushed the hair from his eyes, so gently that Newt closed his eyes and leaned into it. She ran her fingers through his bangs one more time until she was sure they were out of his line of vision, when Chuck appeared behind Newt.

Taryn and Newt both moved back and turned their attention to Chuck, a flush creeping up on both their cheeks.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked, plopping himself down in front of Newt.

“N-nothin, Chuckie boy. Just talkin’.” Newt finished his jar of drink and set it down, raising a hand to rub his eye.

“Tired?” Taryn asked, eyeing Newt.

He nodded.

“Want me to help you back to the Homestead?” He giggled in response.

“I-I don’t need help!” He proclaimed. He stood successfully, but was swaying slightly.

“Chuck, walk behind us to make sure he stays upright.” He saluted Taryn and did as she asked. She wrapped an arm around Newt’s shoulders to help guide him in the right direction.

“Come on, sweets, let’s get you upstairs.” A goofy grin crossed Newt’s lips but he remained quiet for the entire walk.

Chuck followed behind them until they made it into Newt’s room, which was impeccably clean.

“I got it from here, Chuck. Thanks for your help, for everything you’ve done for me today.” Taryn faced the younger boy as Newt sat on his bed, head hanging in exhaustion.

“Anytime! I’m so glad not to be the Greenbean anymore,” He said, puffing his chest out.

“Whatever you say. Can you make it back to your hammock okay?” She asked.

“You know it. See ya tomorrow!” Chuck made his way back downstairs and out into the Glade.

Just as Taryn turned back to Newt, he was curled up on his side, shoes on and everything.

She huffed and began undoing his shoes, before pulling back his covers.

Newt stirred slightly and slowly eased himself under the blankets.

“Thank you, Taryn.” He muttered sleepily, a smile crossing his lips.

“Anytime, Newt. Thanks for everything you did today.” She brushed his bangs out of his eyes again and made her way to the door, and to her room that was next door to Newts.

She took off her own shoes, curled up in her bed the exact same way Newt had, and dreamed of their future in the Glade together for the rest of the night.

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Chapter One

A/N: hey! it’s me! back for a bit! i got my best friend to read The Maze Runner so now we’re partnering up to write a Newt fanfic about our two OC characters, Taryn and Amelia. enjoy the first chapter!!!

The first memory of her new life consisted of nausea, induced by moving up in some sort of box, enclosed on all sides.

The girl in the box scowled. How did she get here? Where was here? Her mind was both floating and completely empty at the same time. On top of everything else, she was extremely nauseous. The moving still had not stopped, with the exception of the jolts that the box had been making the entire time.

It was a horrendous cycle.

This went on for a bit longer, how long she wasn’t sure, having almost all of her senses impaired in at least one way. It was extremely dark, so she couldn’t see. The only thing she could hear was the screeching of metal on metal, likely as a result of the box moving up, seemingly like an elevator. Touch was useless, given that the lack of vision did not allow her to see what exactly she was touching. There were no clues as to where she was.

Until it stopped.

The stop was so sudden and harsh that it threw her onto her back, causing her to hit her head on the floor. It wasn’t injury-inducing, but it definitely gave her more of a headache than the one that was already plaguing her.

She sat up and rubbed the sore spot on the back of her head, curious as to why the elevator had stopped. Especially so suddenly. It was as if someone pulled a lever that brought it to a sudden, screeching halt.

She heard shuffling noises and muffled speech coming from above her as a bright line shone through the crack in the ceiling.

Could that crack in the ceiling be my way out?

Before she could move to test her theory, the doors started opening from above, only for about 50 faces to look down at her, squinting.

“What’s the new greenie look like?”

“Probably ugly like you, Shuckface.”

“Who are you calling ugly, Slinthead?!”

Too much was going on for her to process everything at once, making her headache worse.

“All of you, shut it!” A booming voice called. This reduced the boys above her to whispers, all still staring at her. A blonde boy peered over the edge, his long bangs getting in his eyes. He shoved them out of the way and made to squat, as if planning to jump down, but thought better of it at the last minute.

Newt looked into the box, pausing for a moment. The Greenie’s hair was dark, long, and curly. He looked a little closer.

It was a girl.

He stood back up, unsure of what to do first.

Alert Alby? Go down and get her? Ask why she was here in the first place?

“What are you waiting for, Newt?” One boy called. Newt glanced over his shoulder to Gally. He couldn’t stand Gally, and although he was generally loudmouthed for no reason, he did have a point this time. Newt blew his bangs out of his eyes and carefully got down into the box. He could see that the girl was not only shrunk into the corner of the box, but was also holding the back of her head.

Newt remembered, vaguely, hitting his head during his journey in the box, waking up with a horrendous headache. Although it drove him to remember his name a little quicker than most others, it did not make the journey pleasant.

“Hello,” Newt said. “Are you okay?” The girl looked at him, as if unsure how to answer.

“Yeah.” She said in a small voice.

“What’s going on?” A boy called from above.

“Holy shuck, it’s a girl!”

“No way!”

“Why would they send up a girl?”

“They were tired of looking at your ugly ass,”

“Shut UP dude!”

“Maybe they ran out of guys to send up- OW!” The boy who spoke rubbed his ear where his friend had smacked him.

“QUIET!” The booming voice from before yelled, commanding authority. The boys fell silent. “That’s much better. Now, what’s this I’m hearing about a shuck girl?” Another boy, older looking than the others, focused on the girl in the box.

Alby furrowed his eyebrows. They’d never had a girl in the Glade, for the entire time that they had been stuck there, not once had there been a girl sent up in the box.

Why start now?

“Do you remember anything before being put in the box?” Newt asked gently, squatting in front of the girl.

“No.” She said, her voice still small. “That’s alright. None of us remember a bloody thing before taking a little time walkin’ around, gettin’ some sleep, you know.” Newt offered a small smile.

She nodded.

“Well, I’m sure you’re ready to get out of this box about as much as I am,” Newt extends his hand down to her. “Let me help you out.”

She stared at his outstretched hand, hesitating for a second before ultimately grabbing it. She allowed him to help her up and out of the box, and into the Glade.

All eyes were on her as soon as she stepped foot onto the grass.

The whispering had ceased, Alby made sure of that.

There was almost nothing he could do about the stares. Some of the Gladers looked at the new girl with a mix of curiosity and fear, while others had a more predatory glare about them. Newt grimaced at the thought.

“Alright, you lot! Show’s over, go back to what you were doing before. Go!” It took a second for Newt’s harsh glare to force the Gladers to disperse, but eventually, they left the Greenie, Newt, and Alby alone.

“Welcome to the Glade, Greenbean. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m in charge. This is Newt, my second-in-command. He’s in charge when I’m not around.” “Well, it’s a good thing you’re always around.” Newt offered a grin.

The girl smiled a little at that. Alby pressed forward.

“Tomorrow, you’ll get the tour. You’ll get the tour, then the day after, job training. You’ll rotate each job in the Glade, see what suits you best. I’ll save the rest of the explanations for the tour tomorrow.” Alby paused, looking at the new girl for a second. She remained quiet, though paying attention.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat. “Any questions? Concerns?” She shook her head. Alby made a huff of surprise. “Alright, then, Newt, you know what to do.” With that, Alby stalked off in the other direction of the Gladers.

“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me!” Newt said. The girl offered a small smile and a nod, trailing a little behind Newt. Even with his limp, he walked quickly.

“Here’s the Homestead. Made this with our bare hands,” She nodded. “This is where you’ll be staying.” He cleared his throat. “I, uh, didn’t like some of the looks I caught the other Gladers giving you, so Alby and I decided you would be better off in here.”

Newt brought her upstairs and showed her to her room. It was plain, with just a bed and a window. Taryn sat on the bed, but still did not say anything. She looked around the small space, then looked at Newt expectantly.

“Did you, uh, have any questions? I know it’s a lot to take in, but usually Greenies are absolutely BURSTING with questions.”

“Um,” She said, testing out her voice. “Not really, I guess. It’s all relatively self explanatory, plus Alby said he’d explain more on the tour tomorrow. What’s your role, besides being second in command? Do you have a job?”

“Yeah, I work in the gardens with Zart. You’ll meet him soon.”

She nodded again. “Do you like gardening?”

Newt thought for a second.

“I guess so. I used to go out in the Maze, but there was an accident that left my leg in pretty bad shape, so I can’t really run that well anymore. I certainly like the gardens more than any of the other jobs.”

“Yeah. That makes sense for you.” She smiled a little, and Newt felt something tug at his heart. He ignored it.

“Right. Well, if you don’t have any other questions, I’m gonna introduce you to Chuckie. He’ll be your first friend here.” She followed Newt out of the door. “Second.” She said.

“Hm?”

“Second friend here. You’re the first.” Newt smiled a little in her direction, feeling that same little tug at his heart.

“Yeah, you’re right. Second.”

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The Sopranos | 4.01 “For All Debts Public and Private”

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great nights, fonder memories

In the moment, I have to remember to appreciate the good times.

Then that is what I think about instead.

I spend the good times acknowledging them, acknowledging that I should save them, not existing and enjoying the moment normally.

Then, some time later, those memories are triggered by a smell or a sound.

I love these times where a taste brings me back to a person and a place I’ve loved.

That’s almost better than existing in the moment.

Right?

#poetry #something new #yikestripes

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riff calling reader girly makes me weak. that's it.

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Green Green Dress - Part 2

a/n: part two kiddies. lmk what u think! i’m super new to writing for riff so be kind.

You could hear the loud pulse of the music coming from the gym all the way outside as you made your way to the doors. The rush of blood in your ears and the thundering music made the anticipation even more intense; you knew Riff was supposed to be on his best behavior for both yours and Tony’s sakes, but that had never stopped Riff’s temper before.

He must’ve seen your hesitation at the door because Riff snaked a casual arm around your waist as he grabbed the door, guiding you through with his hand on the small of your back. You felt grateful for the steadying hand as you entered the gym, taking a deep breath. The Sharks gave a passing glance but didn’t stare much beyond that. Anyone who dared to leer a little longer earned a glare from Riff, which generally made those staring turn away.

You found Anybodys and a few of the other guys standing near the bleachers, a bit away from the dance floor.

“You guys forget how a dance works? You’re being a bunch of wall pansies!” You said as Riff’s hand left your waist to follow Tony, presumably in search of Maria.

“We was just waitin’ for ya to get here. It was your idea for the dance, the Sharks already was on the dance floor when we got here.” Mouthpiece piped up.

“Alright, then let’s go dance!” You grabbed Mouthpiece and Action by the collar, one in each hand, and dragged them in the direction of the dance floor. Grazi waltzed by Mouthpiece and gave a wink, sending him running after her. That left you to dance with Action. You grinned as he grabbed your hand and spun you to the beat of the song. A few minutes passed and the song finally ended, giving you a second to finally breathe. You curtseyed to Action as a thank you for the dance and went off in search of Riff and Tony.

Tony was across the gym having what looked like an awkward and intense conversation with Bernardo, with Riff standing nearby glaring daggers. You couldn’t make out what they were saying over the action happening in the gym, but you could tell it was not positive. Riff began gesturing crudely with his hands, which was your cue to step in.

“Yeah alright,” Riff said. “You can shove it u-” You cut Riff off by taking his hand in yours and stepping in front of him.

“What’s goin’ on here, Bernardo?” You asked, glancing at Maria, who was standing nearby.

“Nothing that concerns you. I was just, ah, having a talk with your… boys.” His eyes ran over Riff.

“Alright well, we’ll leave you and Tony to talk things through.” You nodded to Tony and pulled Riff along behind you, who went with only a little resistance.

“Action still your dance partner? I was surprised to see youse dancing considering his two left feet!” Riff smirked as you turned around, folding your arms over your chest. His smirk faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. “What’s with the silent treatment, Girly Girl?” He was met with more silence. The smirk dropped altogether.

“I told you to be careful with Bernardo, Riff. That treaty we struck with them? It’s on such thin ice that anything you do could set him off.”

“That’s just such bullshit! Why should I be on my best behavior when he isn’t!”

“Riff,” You said, trying to keep your voice steady. “He gets set off because you say things. He doesn’t want war, he does what he has to in retaliation for your insults and fights with the other Sharks.” Riff rested his hands on his hips and looked up, taking a deep breath. That was what he always did when he knew you were right.

The smirk reappeared on his face, causing your resolve to melt. You couldn’t help but grin as he extended his hand, taking you to the center of the dance floor beside Anita and Bernardo. You regarded Bernardo and Anita with a nod, earning one in return. They had no problems with you, or even really with Tony; it was Riff and the other Jets they were wary of.

Riff spun you around, causing your dress to flare and flow around you as he pulled you in close. He picked you up and spun you around and onto his hip, then back again. Riff was your perfect dance partner, he could always keep up the best. Action made you laugh while you were dancing; Riff was right, he totally had two left feet. Tony was tall and awkward when it came to dancing and was never really sure of himself. You whipped your hair around as you spun and were dipped. One song bled into another and another until you needed to take a breather and you could tell Riff was feeling it too.

“You really do know your stuff, Girly Girl.” Riff handed you a small cup of punch. You smiled as you took a sip.

“We learned together, Buddy Boy.”

“Ah yeah, of course.”

“That’s why we make the best dance partners.” You smoothed out your dress as you smiled up at Riff, towering over you.

He offered a genuine smile and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Ready to show them whose the best dancers in this town are?”

“You know it!” You allowed him to pull you up but he pulled a little too hard, forcing you to fall into him. You were basically nose to nose, frozen with unsureness. Riff swallowed and gave a fleeting glance at your lips before steadying you.

“Uh, sorry. Don’t know my own strength I guess,” He laughed breathily, turning a light shade of pink. You blinked.

“No problem. Uh, ready to dance?” Riff nodded quickly and allowed you to pull him back onto the floor.

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“That was incredible!” You gushed. After the dance had ended and everyone was making their way out, Bernardo approached you. You didn’t even realize until you felt Riff tense up beside you.

“Chica,” He said, briefly glancing at both Tony and Riff.

“She has a name, Nardo.” Maria said quietly from beside Tony.

“You are right. Lo siento, Señorita. What is your name?” Bernardo asked, eyeing the twitch in Riff’s jaw.

“(Y/N).” Bernardo nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, (Y/N), I wanted to thank you for a successful night. I think this is an occasion that should, uh, happen more often. We can discuss later, of course, but I wanted to say that much. So, gracias.” You smiled and stood before him, offering your hand for him to shake.

“Si, Bernardo. Estoy feliz de que hayamos podido hacer que esto suceda.” Bernardo smiled.

“Fue un placer.” Maria stood and followed Bernardo a few steps away, having a hushed conversation in quick Spanish.

“Didn’t know you knew such good Spanish, there, Girly Girl.” Riff’s voice was rough, but seemingly more from surprise than anything else.

“I read a lot of it in a book last Summer. Guess I learned enough to pick up a thing or two.” An absentminded smile crossed your face thinking about the previous Summer, spent partially with Riff and Tony in the library, teaching them different things they had been missing when they skipped school every other day. Riff shrugged his jacket back on as Tony and Maria exited the gym to your left.

“Nicea them to wait for us.” Riff sounded more playful than annoyed. You waved him off.

“It’s fine, let’s get outta here.” You and Riff walked side by side in silence for a little while, Riff being the one to break it.

“So…” He trailed off. He seemed nervous, something he never really had experienced before. He was the leader of one of the most feared gangs on the West side, why does something as simple as an unrequited crush make him so nervous? Because it had never happened before, or the fact that it was you?

“So…” You mimicked, snickering. You were trying to calm your nerves as Riff sucked in a breath. The last time the tension in the air was this palpable, Riff had told you he’d started seeing Graziella, a friend of yours and the Jets.

“Listen, (Y/N),” You sucked in a breath. Riff only used your real name when it was something serious. “I gotta tell ya somethin.” You paused in the street, facing Riff. His eyes were shining. He chuckled a little, awkwardly, taking your hands in his larger ones. “You in that dress tonight, seeing Tony and Maria at the dance togedah and then ya dancing with Action really got me thinking; I love youse, Girly Girl. Dancing with ya is my favorite thing and brings me unexplainable happiness that I don’t remembah the last time I felt. Tony’s been tellin’ me I should tell you for months now but I’ve just been concerned you wouldn’t feel the same, bein’ friends for so long and….” He trailed off, looking down at his shoes. One particular rock on the ground suddenly became very interesting.

You smiled and took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. He closed his eyes for a second at the feeling of your hand on his face once again. He opened his eyes and grinned back, showing the crinkles that form at his eyes when he genuinely smiles.

“Ya gotta say somethin’ here, Girly Girl. Your silence is killin’ me.” He rested his hands on your hips.

“Of course I love ya, Riff. Do you not recall how jealous I was over you and Grazi?”

“Not in the slightest, Doll. I think I was a little busy though, gettin’ made out with and whatevah.” You rolled your eyes, scrunching up your nose at the thought. “Hey, hey. Don’t be like that, you got me now.” Riff said softly, curling a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You stood firm, staring into his eyes. He broke out into a sly grin and crashed his lips onto yours, still grinning into the kiss. You started giggling as soon as you broke apart.

He grabbed your hand and spun you around, causing your dress to fan out around you, Riff’s grin spreading wider across his face. You hadn’t seen him look that happy in a long, long time. The fact that you had caused it made it all the more special.

#riff x reader #riff imagine #riff west side story #riff wss x reader #riff fanfic #west side story #west side story 2021 #riff #maria west side story #the jets west side story #tony west side story

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